I found the bottle of wine (Rattray’s best port, that they were trying to make her take for her health) with which Eva had bribed him, and I gave it to him before laying hands on a couple of chairs.
“What are you going to do?”’
“Go out the way we came.”
“But the wall?”
“Pile up these chairs, and as many more as we may need, if we can’t open the gate.”
But Eva was not paying attention any longer, either to me or to Jose; his white teeth were showing in a grin for all his pain; her eyes were fixed in horror on the floor.”
to the fire, my hands beating wildly together. I had told my dear Rattray of my own accord more than living man had extracted from me yet. He interrupted me very little; never once until I came to the murderous attack by Santos on the drunken steward.
“The brute!” cried Rattray. “The cowardly, cruel,