Majorca. But it is a matter of business. Such things cannot be
delayed. Have I your excellency's permission to proceed?"

"Certainly, senor."

The man's clean-shaven face was like a mask. The expressions seemed
to come and go as if worked by machinery. Sympathy was turned off,
and in its place Polite-Attention-to-Business appeared. From under
his arm he drew a leather portfolio, which he placed upon the table.

"The affairs of the late Cavalier Challoner were perhaps known to
your excellency?"

"No; I knew nothing of my father's affairs."

Sympathy seemed to be struggling behind "Polite-Attention-to-
Business," while for a moment a real look of distress flitted over
the parchment face. He paused for an instant, reflecting while he
assorted his papers.

"I am," he said, "the lawyer of his excellency the Count de
Lloseta."

Eve and Fitz exchanged a glance, and as silence was kept the lawyer
went on.

"Three generations ago," he said, "a Count de Lloseta, the
grandfather of this present excellency, made over on 'rotas' the
estate and house known as the Val d'Erraha to the grandfather of the
late Cavalier Challoner--a Captain Challoner, one of Admiral Byng's