"I see. You pretended to be working with me—and then you betrayed me. Is that it?"
"If you like," he said with a little shrug. "I backed my judgment against your impatience. And it turns out that I was right."
"How? What has happened? Where is Sebastian?"
"He is galloping toward the hills as fast as he can—at least I hope he is. What happened is that he told me where Gordon is hidden."
"Where?"
"At your house. When you were there to-day you must have passed within twenty feet of him."
"But—do you mean that Pablo and Sebastian took him there?"
"Exactly. They did not foresee that you would come to town, Valencia." He added, after a moment: "I have seen Mr. Gordon, talked with him, and released him. At this moment he is in your brother's room, probably asleep."
All the sharpness had died out of the young woman's voice when she turned to her cousin and spoke with a humility rare to her.
"Forgive me, Manuel. I always know best about everything. I drive ahead and must have my own way, even when it is not the wise one. You did just right to ignore me."