"I'm sorry," said Carroll simply.
"I also. The more so in that my attitude may be misconstrued
against Mr. Perkins. I am bound by confidence."
"So I infer," returned his visitor courteously. "Then I have only
to ask your pardon--"
"One moment, if you please, senor. Perhaps this will serve to make
easy your mind. On my word, there is nothing in Mr. Perkins's life
on the mountain in any manner dishonorable or--or irregular."
In a flash, the simple solution crossed Carroll's mind. That a
woman was there, and a woman not of the servant class, could
hardly be doubted, in view of almost direct evidence from
eyewitnesses. If there was nothing irregular about her presence,
it was because she was Perkins's wife. In view of Raimonda's
attitude, he did not feel free to put the direct query. Another
question would serve his purpose.
"Is it advisable, and for the best interests of Miss Brewster,
that she should associate with him under the circumstances?"
The Caracunan started and shot a glance at his interlocutor that
said, as plainly as words, "How much do you know that you are not
telling?" had the latter not been too intent upon his own theory
to interpret it.
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