Where is he?"
"In the fortress; very strictly guarded, and,
they say, in chains."
He made a gesture of indifference.
"Oh, that's no matter; a good file will get rid
of any number of chains. If only he isn't
wounded----"
"He seems to have been slightly hurt, but
exactly how much we don't know. I think you
had better hear the account of it from Michele
himself; he was present at the arrest."
"How does he come not to have been taken
too? Did he run away and leave Rivarez in the
lurch?"
"It's not his fault; he fought as long as anybody
did, and followed the directions given him to
the letter. For that matter, so did they all. The
only person who seems to have forgotten, or
somehow made a mistake at the last minute, is
Rivarez himself. There's something inexplicable
about it altogether. Wait a moment; I will call
Michele."
She went out of the room, and presently came
back with Michele and a broad-shouldered mountaineer.
"This is Marco," she said. "You have heard
of him; he is one of the smugglers.
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