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bishop place me in a chair by my good friend Don Basilio, and go at once to your breakfast"
 What does this mean--this unwarrant- able intrusion?" shouted Don Basilio.
 Don Q. raised his pallid claw-fngered hand in depreeation
 Not at all, not at all, senor" Labor heard him say as he closed the door upon the couple: T have come to thank you for the kind inquiries you have been making after me, and to have little talk with you"
 Labor, In obedience to orders-no one ever disobeyed Don Q-Went down to desayuno, and sat through the meal full of excited anxiety.
 As soon as he could leave the table without remark, Labor made his way to the stables where, sure enough. he at once caught sight of the handsome. laughing face of Robledo, Don Qs most trusted follower. who was lounging at door with a bucket in his hand.
 Labor gave the signal and receiving an angelic smile of intelligence in return, strolled back to the bedroom of the bishop. What, he wondered, could have happened during his absence?
 Don Q. lay panting in the bed, his ivory face even paler than it's wont.
 'Hullo, .senor, what fig the matter? You are ill?' The real concern on the young Englishmah's face may have touched the brigand. He smiled faintly.
 No, l am not i'll. dear nephew. Pleas urable emotions arising from the inter view l have been enjoying and the un- usual effort of walking nave intensified the action of my heart--no more."
 T hope that brute, Basilio-" began Labor.
 No, no. On the contrary. l am deeply grained at the upshot of our little meet Ing
 Gan you get at him then?'
 At any moment" the chief assured him., with peculiar urbanity.
 But how, and where? The royal party have arrived the streets are decorated, and"
 My dear nephew, if you will trouble yourself to go down upon your knees, and look under my bed. I think you will find our excellent friend there"
 Don Basillo?' exclaimed Labor.
 He noticed that the coverlet of the bed now swept the floor. Stopping, he raised it, to be confronted by the savage glare of Don Basilio's eyes as he lay on his back, gagged and bound.
 Labor raised himself and looked down at Don O. with a new admiration.
 How In the world did you manage it?''
 Tn the most simple manner, my son, l with me and submitting to my wishes, or having his brains blown out over his breakfast table,"
 And he came with you?"
 Most certainly. He did not even hesi- tate. I had no time to spare, and told him so.'
 But what in the world are you going to do with him? We can't carry him away in our waistcoat pocketsl ex- ol ir1ad T.aIo R0toTir1fr mich into the spirit of the adventure.
 Let him remain where he is," said Don Q. Tonight, when all Is quiet, we will have a trial"
 The disappearance of Don Basilio made an immense sensation in the hotel. and every corner of 1t was searched. except ing only the chamber of the poor bishop, who was suffering so acutely from gout
 When a waiter brought the news to that good-hearted parsonage, he ordered his bed room door to be thrown wide open and with feeble words and gestures urged on the searchers to fresh effort
 After dark the search was abandoned by the Carlists for the time. The hotel assumed it's usual quietude as the night deepened.
 The chamber of the bishop was luckily illness. About o'clock Don O. rose and dressed himself in his ordinary attire packing his bishops costume In his va lse, while he requested Labor to be so good as to drag Don Basilio out from under the bed.
 Take off the gag. my dear nephew" gently commanded Don o. T feel sure that the senor will understand that at a word or cry my sword will pierce his throat
 Don Basillo replied by rumble of ter rible curses.
 of you are not satan. who are you?" Basilio bumped his shoulders and looked sidewise at Don Q.
 "You desire to hear? Then I will tell, you my name The brigand bent to the