A very tall, hawk-faced man in a scarlet coat and tightly strapped blue trousers stood beside him.

It was Colquhoun Grant, the ablest intelligence officer in Wellington's service.
"Why, Colonel!" cried Tremayne, holding out his hand.

"I didn't know you were in Lisbon." "I arrived only this afternoon." The keen eyes flashed after the disappearing figures of Sylvia and her cavalier.

"Tell me, what is the name of the irresistible gallant who has so lightly ravished you of your quite delicious companion ?" "Count Samoval," said Tremayne shortly.
Grant's face remained inscrutable.

"Really!" he said softly.