We will smoke a cigar in the cloister garden." A few moments later the two passed out of the door on the other side of the church, opposite the pulpit, Sarria adjusting a silk skull cap on his tonsured head.

He wore his cassock now, and was far more the churchman in appearance than when Vanamee and Presley had seen him on a former occasion.
They were now in the cloister garden.

The place was charming.

Everywhere grew clumps of palms and magnolia trees.

A grapevine, over a century old, occupied a trellis in one angle of the walls which surrounded the garden on two sides.