"I came down to see it off!"

The Spaniard looked at him sharply.

"Why?" he asked.

"I know an old chap on board--going across to fetch an English girl,
a Miss Challoner. Her father's dead."

Lloseta said nothing. Presently he turned to go, and as they walked
back together he arranged to send a carriage for the Englishman and
his luggage to bring him to the big house in the Street of the
Peace, which he explained with a shadowy smile was more comfortable
than the hotel.

"So," he said to himself, as he walked towards his vast home alone,
"so the Caballero Challoner is dead. They are passing off the stage
one by one."



CHAPTER V. THE VALLEY OF REPOSE.

A home where exiled angels might forbear
Awhile to moan for paradise.

There is a valley far up in the mountains behind the ancient city of
Palma--the Val d'Erraha. Some thousand years ago the Arabs found
this place. After toils and labours, and many battles by sea and