Chapter 67

“Si, _senor_,” answered the man-servant, at a respectful distance from his master’s chair. “I come to see why you sit up so late, _senor_.” Defoe laughed mirthlessly. “Well, truth to tell, Manuel, I am detained on business,” and he wondered again how Manuel had escaped noticing the other presence in the room. “You mean you fell asleep, _senor_?” asked the valet. “I did, but some friendly caller has kept me pretty well awake the last ten minutes.” “But he has gone? And you come to bed now?” inquired the Cuban. Defoe…