Callao shook his head. "He asked no questions at all that mattered. He was telling me. It was as eef he was giving me some sort of warning; as eef he knew something."
Kiernan laughed. "I'll bet he does know something. Guelvada is a clever one. I know his methods. So they've put him on to this job and he's come to certain conclusions. Well, that's all right. That suits me."
Callao asked: "What are we going to do?"
"When you've finished that coffee," said Kiernan—"it's not very good, but it's the best they have— we're going to take a motor drive. We're going to the place on the coast where I have that motor boat. You'll find that all arrangements have been made. To-morrow, before twelve o'clock, you'll be in Paris, Callao. To-morrow night, if you like, you can be on your way to Spain."
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