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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

 

An hour later Inez was being led by an old Jew, dressed in a Moslem robe 

and turban, through one of the most tortuous and crowded parts of 

Granada. It would seem that this Jew was known there, for his 

appearance, accompanied by a veiled woman, apparently caused no surprise 

to those followers of the Prophet that he met, some of whom, indeed, 

saluted him with humility. 

 

"These children of Mahomet seem to love you, Father Israel," said Inez. 

 

"Yes, yes, my dear," answered the old fellow with a chuckle; "they owe 

me money, that is why, and I am getting it in before the great war comes 

with the Spaniards, so they would sweep the streets for me with their 

beards--all of which is very good for the plans of our friend yonder. 

Ah! he who has crowns in his pocket can put a crown upon his head; there 

is nothing that money will not do in Granada. Give me enough of it, and 

I will buy his sultana from the king." 

 

"This Castell has plenty?" asked Inez shortly. 

 

"Plenty, and more credit. He is one of the richest men in England. But 

why do you ask? He would not think of you, who is too troubled about 

other things." 

 

Inez only laughed bitterly, but did not resent the words. Why should 

she? It was not worth while. 

 

"I know," she answered, "but I mean to earn some of it all the same, 

and I want to be sure that there is enough for all of us." 

 

"There is enough, I have told you there is enough and to spare," 

answered the Hebrew Israel as he tapped on a door in a 

dirty-looking wall. 

 

It opened as though by magic, and they crossed a paved patio, or 

courtyard, to a house beyond, a tumble-down place of Moorish 

architecture. 

 

"Our friend Castell, being in seclusion just now, has hired the cellar 

floor," said Israel with a chuckle to Inez, "so be pleased to follow me, 

and take care of the rats and beetles." 

 

Then he led her down a rickety stair which opened out of the courtyard 

into vaults filled with vats of wine, and, having lit a taper, through 

these, shutting and locking sundry doors behind him, to what appeared to 

be a very damp wall covered with cobwebs, and situated in a dark corner 

of a wine-cave. Here he stopped and tapped again in his peculiar 

fashion, whereon a portion of the wall turned outwards on a pivot, 

leaving an opening through which they could pass. 

 

"Well managed, isn't it?" chuckled Israel. "Who would think of looking 

for an entrance here, especially if he owed the old Jew money? Come in, 


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