"It is fortunate," he muttered breathlessly, "that my back was
towards him. I would as soon meet the devil face to face. I didn't
dream he was in Lisbon."
"Who is he?" asked Minas.
"Colonel Grant, the British Intelligence officer. Phew! Name of
a Name! What an escape!" The major mopped his brow with a silk
handkerchief. "Beware of him, Monsieur de Samoval."
He rose. He was obviously shaken by the meeting.
"If one of you will kindly make quite sure that he is not about I
think that I had better go. If we should meet everything might be
ruined." Then with a change of manner he stayed Samoval, who was
already on his way to the door. "We understand each other, then?"
he questioned them. "I have my papers, and at dawn I leave Lisbon.
I shall report your conclusions to the Prince, and in anticipation
I may already offer you the expression of his profoundest gratitude.
Meanwhile, you know what is to do. Opposition to the policy, and
the plans of the fortifications - above all the plans."
He shook hands with them, and having waited until Samoval assured
him that the corridor outside was clear, he took his departure,
and was soon afterwards driving home, congratulating himself upon
his most fortunate escape from the hawk eye of Colquhoun Grant.
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