hould have come."

"Just outside there is one. The fisherman saw her yesterday."

"She rose and spoke to one of the fishing-boats."

"But it is impossible that you should have come here."

"Yet I am here," answered Hillyard, the very mad multi-millionaire.
"What will you, my friends? Shall I tell you a secret? Yes, but tell no
one else! The Germans would be most enraged if they found out that we
knew it. There aren't any submarines."

A little jest spoken in a voice of good-humour, with a friendly smile,
goes a long way anywhere, but further in Spain than anywhere else in
the world. The small crowd laughed with Hillyard, and made way for him.

A man offered to him with a flourish and a bow a card advertising a
garage at which motor-cars could be hired for expeditions in the island.
Hillyard accepted it and put it into his pocket. He paid a visit to his
consul, and thereafter sat in a cafe for an hour. Then he strolled
through the narrow streets, admired this and that massive archway, with
its glimpse of a great stone staircase within, and mounted the hill.
Almost at the top, he turned sharply into a doorway and ran up the
stairs to the second floor. He knocked upon the door, and a maid-servant
answered.

"Senor Jose Medina lives here?"

"Yes, senor."

"He is at home?"

"No, senor. He is in the country at his _finca_."

Hillyard thanked the girl, and went whistling down the stairs. Standing
in the archway, he looked up and down the street with something of the
air of a man engaged upon a secret end. One or two people were moving in
the street; one or two were idling on the pavement. Hillyard smiled and
walked down the hill again. He took the advertisement card from his
pocket and, noting the address, walked into the garage.

"It will please me to see something of the island," he said. "I am not
in Mallorca for long. I should like a car after lunch." He gave the name
of a cafe between the cathedral and the quay. "At half-past two? Thank
you. And by which road shall I go for all that is most of Mallorca?"

This was Spain. A small group of men had already invaded the garage and
gathered about Hillyard and the proprietor. They proceeded at once to
take a hand in the conversation and offer their advice. They suggested
the expedition to Miramar, to Alcudia, to Manacor, discussing the time
each journey would take, the money to be saved by the shorter course,
the dust, and even the gradients of the road. They had