This evening I shall know whatever there is to be known.' That night Fonseca sent for me again.
'I have made inquiries,' he said.

'I have even warned the officers of justice for the first time for many years, and they are hunting de Garcia as bloodhounds hunt a slave.

But nothing can be heard of him.

He has vanished and left no trace.

To-night I write to Cadiz, for he may have fled there down the river.