I need.’
‘I anticipated as much. For that reason I have prepared this.’ His host took a small packet of documents from his coat pocket. ‘It contains a map which I think you will find useful, and a list of the most reputable inns in the larger towns along your route.’ He gave a deprecating smile. ‘I fear I cannot vouch for any of the other establishments you may find.’
Harry accepted the packet gratefully. ‘I can’t thank you enough for your help in this matter.’
‘It is my pleasure,’ replied Don Manuel.
‘I shall travel faster if I ride. My manservant will accompany me and we’ll take only the essentials with us. As for the rest...’
‘I shall arrange for your carriage and the rest of your luggage to be returned to Santander. From there it will be a simple matter to arrange the necessary transportation to England.’
‘That would be most kind. My driver and footman are reliable fellows but they don’t speak Spanish.’
‘I will provide all assistance to expedite the matter,’ said Don Manuel.
‘One day I hope to be able to return the favour.’
His host smiled. ‘If ever I need a favour I will know where to come.’
After his companion had left him, Harry paced the library floor and tried to order his thoughts. The evidence he needed was out there somewhere. Garrido would be able to shed light on Jamie’s mission and might even know where Sanchez could be found. That alone would make the journey worthwhile. Before he left he must write a letter to Giles and apprise him of developments. He resisted the urge to write to their father; it would be wrong to raise hopes in that quarter until he knew more. Given their parent’s fragile mental state it would be downright cruel. It might unbalance him even further, something Harry didn’t want to be responsible for. He knew he could trust to Giles’s discretion. He too might judge it better to keep quiet until Harry had spoken to Garrido. In spite of the obstacles still in his path, Harry experienced a sense of optimism. As Don Manuel had said, the journey to Seville would be long and arduous, but now that there was even a particle of hope, it must be undertaken.
Glancing around his attention fixed on a large desk across the room. He could already see ink and blotter so the chances were good that there would also be notepaper. A swift search revealed it to be the case. Accordingly he sat down and began to write his letter.
He was so preoccupied with his task that he failed to hear the door open. It was only when he heard a familiar voice that he realised he wasn’t alone.
‘I hope I’m not disturbing you, my lord. I just wanted to return this book but I can come back later if...’
He turned quickly to see Elena standing on the threshold. Her presence was so completely unexpected that it took him aback. Moreover, she had changed her gown for an elegant sprigged muslin creation which looked particularly fetching. Privately he thought she looked good enough to eat. With an effort he gathered his wits and rose quickly.
‘No, you’re not disturbing me.’ He gestured to the shelves along the walls. ‘Please, feel free.’
‘Thank you.’ She crossed the room and replaced the volume, then turned towards him. ‘I saw my uncle return to the house earlier. Has he made any progress in his enquiries about your brother?’
‘He brought good news.’ He gave her the gist of the conversation.
Her heartbeat quickened and, as she listened, the germ of an idea began to grow. ‘Then you will be leaving very soon, my lord.’
‘Tomorrow, early.’
‘I see.’
Harry regarded her steadily. ‘I wish that you had news as good to tell me.’
‘Alas, I do not.’
‘When do you...’
‘In two days’ time.’
‘That soon?’
‘My family is eager to see the matter concluded. I will do what I must, my lord.’
‘Yes.’ He didn’t make any attempt at consolation; nothing he could say would be of comfort to her now, given what was