gular honeycomb of rock.

"Apartiamento--dormitorio," were the only words Myra understood of the
flood Dolores let loose as she ushered her into one of the cave-rooms,
and by pantomime indicated that she wished Myra to undress.

The rocky walls of the cave-bedroom were hidden beneath hangings of
moire silk, the floor was thickly carpeted, and the place was equipped
with an oak bedstead and some small pieces of roughly-constructed
furniture. But what made Myra gasp in amazement was to see her own
silk dressing-gown and the nightie she had worn the night before lying
on the eiderdown bedspread, together with other garments, while on the
primitive dressing-table stood her dressing-case.

"Incredible!" she exclaimed. "These things were in my bed-room at the
Castillo de Ruiz only an hour or two ago!"

"Si, si, senorita, El Castillo de Ruiz," said Dolores, nodding her head
and showing her toothless gums in a grin. "Maravilloso! Etra vez el
bueno maestro Cojuelo."

"Cojuelo boasted that all the servants of Don Carlos are in his pay,
and it must be true," thought Myra. "These things must have been taken
from my room before the raid, and the servants probably knew El Diablo
Cojuelo was going to kidnap me.... Surely I have nothing to fear from
a man who takes such trouble to ensure that I shall be comfortable?
And yet..."

Dolores scuffled out, still gabbling unintelligibly in Spanish, but
reappeared almost at once with a jug of hot water. She stood watching
Myra with mingled curiosity and admiration as her fair charge washed
after leisurely undressing, then put on her chic night-dress and
dressing-gown, and a filmy, attractive boudoir cap.

"Senor Cojuelo said something about refreshments," said Myra, hoping
she would make Mother Dolores understand, and trying to remember some
of the Spanish words she had learned. "I should like a cup of
coffee--cafe--or a glass of vino, and a cigarette--cigarillo.
Entender?"

"Si, si, senorita," answered Dolores. "Cafe, vino, aguardiene,
cigarillo, Todo pronto."

She opened the door and made signals to Myra that she wished her to
return with her to the outer apartment, at the same time letting loose
another torrent of words.

"Perhaps meals in bed-rooms are charged extra!" Myra remarked, and
laughed at the idea.

She was conscious of no sensation of actual fear, but she was curious
and apprehensive as to how El Diablo Cojuelo would behave, remembering
his reputation and