"I have cleaned boots," and he called to a boy who was lying in wait with a boot-black's apparatus on his back for any dusty foot.

"Chico, come and clean my shoes." He jested with the boy with the kindliness of a Spaniard, and gave him a shining peseta.
Hillyard was revelling in the romance of his life under the spur of the excitement which the affair of the letter had fired in him.

"Yes, I wandered here, passing up and down in front of this very Casino." And Fairbairn saw his face change and his eyes widen as though he recognised some one in the throng beneath the trees.
"What is it ?" Fairbairn asked, and for a little while Hillyard did not answer.

His eyes were not following any movements under the trees.

They saw no one present in Alicante that day.