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HOW PETER MET THE SPANIARD
JOHN CASTELL
PETER GATHERS VIOLETS
LOVERS DEAR
CASTELL'S SECRET
FAREWELL
NEWS FROM SPAIN
D'AGUILAR SPEAKS
THE SNARE
THE CHASE
THE MEETING ON THE SEA
FATHER HENRIQUES
THE ADVENTURE OF THE INN
INEZ AND HER GARDEN
PETER PLAYS A PART
BETTY SHOWS HER TEETH
THE PLOT
THE HOLY HERMANDAD
BETTY PAYS HER DEBTS
ISABELLA OF SPAIN
BETTY STATES HER CASE
THE DOOM OF JOHN CASTELL
FATHER HENRIQUES AND THE BAKER'S OVEN
THE FALCON STOOPS
HOW THE _MARGARET_ WON OUT TO SEA
ENVOI

 

For a long while nothing further happened, although once the ray of 

moonlight was cut off, and for an instant Peter thought that he saw a 

face at the window. If so, it vanished and returned no more. Now from 

behind their heads came faint sounds, like those of stifled breathing, 

like those of naked feet; then a slight creaking and scratching in the 

wall--a mouse's tooth might have caused it--and suddenly, right in that 

ray of moonlight, a cruel-looking knife and a naked arm projected 

through the panelling. 

 

The knife flickered for a second over the breast of the sleeping Castell 

as though it were a living thing that chose the spot where it would 

strike. One second--only one--for the next Peter had drawn himself up, 

and with a sweep of the sword which lay unscabbarded at his side, had 

shorn that arm off above the elbow, just where it projected from the 

panelling. 

 

"What was that?" asked Castell again, as something fell upon him. 

 

"A snake," answered Peter, "a poisonous snake. Wake up now, and look." 

 

Castell obeyed, staring in silence at the horrible arm which still 

clasped the great knife, while from beyond the panelling there came a 

stifled groan, then a sound as of a heavy body stumbling away. 

 

"Come," said Peter, "let us be going, unless we would stop here for 

ever. That fellow will soon be back to seek his arm." 

 

"Going! How?" asked Castell. 

 

"There seems to be but one road, and that a rough one, through the 

window and over the wall," answered Peter. "Ah! there they come; I 

thought so." And as he spoke they heard the sound of men scrambling up 

the ladder. 

 

They ran to the window-place and looked out, but there seemed to be no 

one below, and it was not more than twelve feet from the ground. Peter 

helped Castell through it, then, holding his sound arm with both his 

own, lowered him as far as he could, and let go. He dropped on to his 

feet, fell to the ground, then rose again, unhurt. Peter was about to 

follow him when he heard the chair tumble over again, and, looking 

round, saw the trap-door open, to fall back with a crash. They had 

cut the cord! 

 

The figure of a man holding a knife appeared in the faint light, 

followed by the head of another man. Now it was too late for him to get 

through the window-place safely; if he attempted it he would be stabbed 

in the back. So, grasping his sword with both hands, Peter leapt at that 

man, aiming a great stroke at his shadowy mass. It fell upon him 

somewhere, for down he went and lay quite still. By now the second man 


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