"Like a shot!" cried Gil Perez with enthusiasm.
"So of course he thinks it his duty to kill me in return."
"Of course "e does, sir," said Gil. "I tell you, "e is proud like the devil."
"I understand you," said Manvers. "But why does he hire a servant to do his revenges?"
"Because "e think you dog," Gil replied calmly. ""E not beara touch you witha poker."
Manvers laughed, and said, "We"ll leave it at that. Now I want to know one more thing. How on earth did Don Luis find out that I was in the wood with Manuela and his son?"
"Ah," said Gil Perez, "now you aska me something. Who knows?" He shrugged profusely. Then his face cleared. "Leave it to me, sir. I ask Tormillo." He was on his feet, as if about to find the a.s.sa.s.sin there and then.
"Stop a bit," said Manvers, "stop a bit, Gil. Now I must tell you that I also saw Manuela last night."
"Ah," said Gil Perez softly; and his eyes glittered.
"I saw her in the street," Manvers continued, watching his servant.
"She was all in white."
Gil Perez blinked this fact. "Yes, sir," he said. "That is true.
Poor girl." His eyes clouded over. "Poor Manuela!" he was heard to say to himself.
"I followed her for a while," said Manvers, "and saw you catch her up, and stop her. Then I went away; and then that rascal struck me in the back. Now do you suppose that Don Luis means to serve Manuela the same way?"
Gil Perez did not blink any more. "I think "e wisha that," he said; "but I think "e won"t."
"Why not?"
"Because I tell Manuela what I see at the _corrida_. She was there too. She know it already. Bless you, she don"t care."
"But I care," said Manvers sharply. "I"ve got her on my conscience. I don"t intend her to suffer on my account."
"That," said Gil Perez, "is what she wanta do." He looked piercingly at his master. "You know, sir, I ask "er for your "andkerchief."
"Well?" Manvers raised his eyebrows.
"I tell you whata she do. She look allaways in the dark. n.o.body there. Then she open "er gown--so!" and Gil held apart the bosom of his shirt. "I see it in there." There were tears in Gil"s eyes.
"Poor Manuela!" he murmured, as if that helped him. "I make "er give it me. No good she keepa that in there."
"Where is it?" he was asked. He tried to be his jaunty self, but failed.
"Not "ere, sir. I "ave it--I senda to the wash." Manvers looked keenly at him, but said nothing. He had a suspicion that Gil Perez was telling a lie.
"You had better get her out of Madrid," he said, after a while. "There may be trouble. Let her go and hide herself somewhere until this has blown over. Give me my pocket-book." He took a couple of bills out and handed them to Gil. "There"s a hundred for her. Get her into some safe place--and the sooner the better. We"ll see her through this business somehow."
Gil Perez--very unlike himself--suddenly s.n.a.t.c.hed at his hand and kissed it. Then he sprang to his feet again and tried to look as if he had never done such a thing. He went to the door and put his head out, listening. "Doctor coming," he said. "All righta leave you with "im."
"Of course it"s all right," said Manvers. But Gil shook his head.
"Don Luis make me sick," he said. "No use "e come "ere."
"You mean that he might have another shot at me?"
Gil nodded; very wide-eyed and serious he was. ""E try. I know "im too much." Manvers shut his eyes.
"I expect he"ll have the decency to wait till I"m about again. Anyhow, I"ll risk it. What you have to do is to get Manuela away."
"Yessir," said Gil in his best English, and admitted the surgeon with a bow. Then he went lightfooted out of the room and shut the door after him.
He was away two hours or more, and when he returned seemed perfectly happy.
"Manuela quite safa now," he told his master.
"Where is she, Gil?" he was asked, and waved his hand airily for reply.
"She all right, sir. Near "ere. Quita safe. Presently I see "er."
He could not be brought nearer than that. Questioned on other matters, he reported that he had failed to find either Don Luis or Tormillo, and was quite unable to say how they knew of his master"s relations with the Valencian girl, or what their further intentions were. His chagrin at having been found wanting in any single task set him was a great delight to Manvers and amused the slow hours of his convalescence.
His wound, which was deep but not dangerous, healed well and quickly.
In ten days he was up again and inquiring for Manuela"s whereabouts.
Better not see her, he was advised, until it was perfectly certain that Don Luis was appeased. Gil promised that in a few days" time he would give an account of everything.
It is doubtful, however, whether he would have kept his word, had not events been too many for him. One day after dinner he asked his master if he might speak to him. On receiving permission, he drew him apart into a little room, the door of which he locked.
"Hulloa, Gil Perez," said Manvers, "what is your game now?"
"Sir," said Gil, holding his head up, and looking him full in the face.
"I must espeak to you about Manuela. She is in the Carcel de la Corte--to-morrow they take "er to the Audiencia about that a.s.sa.s.sination." He folded his arms and waited, watching the effect of his words.
Manvers was greatly perturbed. "Then you"ve made a mess of it," he said angrily. "You"ve made a mess of it."
"No mess," said Gil Perez. "She tell me must go to gaol. I say, all righta, lady."
"You had no business to say anything of the sort," Manvers said. "I am sorry I ever allowed you to interfere. I am very much annoyed with you, Perez." He had never called him Perez before--and that hurt Gil more than anything. His voice betrayed his feelings.
"You casta me off--call me Perez, lika stranger! All right, sir--what you like," he stammered. "I tell you, Manuela very fine girl--and why the devil I make "er bad? No, sir, that imposs". She too good for me.
She say, Don Luis estab my saviour! Never, never, for me! I show Don Luis what"s whata, she say. I give myself up to justice; then "e keepa quiet--say, That"s all right. So she say to Paquita--that big girl who sleep with "er when--when----" he was embarra.s.sed. "Mostly always sleep with "er," he explained--"She say, "Give me your veil, Paquita de mi alma." Then she cover "erself and say to me, "Come, Gil Perez." I say, "Senorita, where you will." We go to the Carcel de la Corte.
Three or four alguazils in the court see "er come in; saluta "er, "Good-day, senora--at the feet of your grace," they say; for they think ""ere come a dam fine woman to see "er lover." She eshiver and lift "erself. "I am no senora," she essay. "Bad girl. Nama Manuela. I estab Don Bartolome Ramonez de Alavia in the wood of La Huerca. You taka me--do what you like." Sir, I say, thata very fine thing. I would kissa the "and of any girl who do that--same I kiss your "and."
His voice broke. "By G.o.d, I would!"
"What next?" said Manvers, moved himself.
"Sir," said Gil Perez, "those alguazils clacka the tongue. "Soho, la Manola!" say one, and lift "er veil and look at "er. All those others come and look too. They say she dam pretty woman. She standa there and look at them, lika they were dirt down in the street. Then I essay, "Senores, you pleasa conduct this lady to the carcelero in two minutes, or you pay me, Gil Perez, "er esservant. Thisa lady "ave friends," I say. "Better for you, senores, you fetcha carcelero."
They look at me sharp--and they thinka so too. Then the carcelero "e come, and I espeak with him and say, "We "ave too much money. Do what you like.""
"And what did he do?" Manvers asked.
"He essay, "Lady, come with me." So then we go away witha carcelero, and I eshow my fingers--so--to those alguazils and say, "Dam your eyes, you fellows, vayan ustedes con Dios!" Then the carcelero maka bow. "E say to Manuela, "Senora, you "ave my littla room. All by yourself. My wifa she maka bed--you first-cla.s.s in there. Nothing to do with them dogs down there. I give them what-for lika shot," say the carcelero.