The big stick was rapping furiously during this colloquy.

"We are both sure, Senorita. His name is Major Spalding."

That Spalding and Grantham were neighbouring towns in
Lincolnshire Zahara did not know, but:

"No one of that name comes here," she replied.

"The one you heard and--who has gone--is not called by that
name." She spoke with forced calm. It was Grantham they sought!
"But what happens if I show you this one who is not called
Spalding?"

"No matter! Point him out to me," answered the Spaniard eagerly
--and his dark eyes seemed to be on fire--"point him out to me
and fifty pounds of English money is yours!"

"Let me see."

He drew out a wallet and held up a number of notes.

"Fifty," he said, in a subdued voice, "when you point him out."

For a long moment Zahara hesitated, then:

"Sixty," she corrected him--"now! Then I will do it to-night--if
you tell what happens."

Exhibiting a sort of eager impatience the man displayed a bunch