Suddenly from a distance there came the rhythmical beat of the Spanish drums, as some detachment of troops marched by the outer gate.

Don John listened.
"Those are my men," he said.

"We must go, for now that they are below I can send my people on errands with orders to them, until I am alone.
Then you must come in.

At the end of my apartments there is a small room, beyond my own.

It is furnished to be my study, and no one will expect to enter it at night.