You perceive that within this ring of convents and monasteries
are a number of streets which branch off from a central square.
If you come so far as this square you will find the cathedral at
one corner. In that corner is the street of Toledo. Hubert
lives in a small house between a cobbler's and a wine-shop, on
the right-hand side as you go from the cathedral. Do you follow
me?"

"Clearly."

"You are to reach that house, to see him, and to find out if his
plan is still feasible or if we must abandon it."

He produced what appeared to be a roll of dirty brown flannel.
"This is the dress of a Franciscan friar," said he. "You will
find it the most useful disguise."

I shrank away from it.

"It turns me into a spy," I cried. "Surely I can go in my
uniform?"

"Impossible! How could you hope to pass through the streets of
the city? Remember, also, that the Spaniards take no prisoners,
and that your fate will be the same in whatever dress you are
taken."

It was true, and I had been long enough in Spain to know that
that fate was likely to be something more serious than mere
death. All the way from the frontier I had heard grim tales of