Dick was silent. He had been watching the Indian, and was unconvinced.
“I don’t like it. Perhaps I am mistaken, though. I feel that Huascar hates me, and I do not love him particularly. We are not in a position to judge one another. Midnight will show.”
Natividad, going to the window, had opened it, and was leaning out into the street.
“I tell you I have seen that face somewhere before,” he reiterated.
“So have I,” added the Marquis, going to the window as well.
Dick joined them, and watched the skeletonlike old man across the street He was tracking Huascar, like a little boy playing at brigands, childishly taking ineffective cover behind carts, pedestrians and trees. The Indian had noticed him, and turned once or twice; then continued on his way openly, quite unconcerned.
Suddenly, the Marquis, pensively leaning against the window, straightened himself with an exclamation.
“That is Orellana! The father of Maria-Cristina de Orellana!”
“You are right. That’s who it is.... I remember him well now.”
They remained as if stunned by this apparition from the terrible past; this ghost come to remind them that he too had had a beautiful daughter; that she had vanished ten years before, during the Interaymi, and that he would never see her again. The Marquis, crushed by a flood of old memories, sat inert in an armchair, deaf to Natividad’s reassuring words, and refused to touch a mouthful of the meal prepared for them.
Dick, at the Marquis’ exclamation, had dashed down into the street, caught up with the mysterious old man at the corner of the square, and put a hand on his shoulder. The stranger turned, looking at the young man fixedly.
“What do you desire, señor?” he asked in a toneless voice.
“I want to know why you are following that man.” Dick pointed to Huascar, just disappearing at another corner.
“Do you not know, then? The great day of the Interaymi is near. I am following that man because he commands the Red Ponchos, who are taking my daughter to the Cuzco. She is the Bride of the Sun, you know. But this time I shall not let her die! I shall save her, and we will return together to Lima, where her fiancée is waiting. Adios señor!”
He stalked away on his long legs, leaning on the crook.