"Oh, si, senorita; dat iss all right. I go see Mike; he more fun as
dose vat make lofe."
There was a flutter of skirts and sudden vanishment, even as Miss
Norvell's ears caught the sound of a low rap on the outer door. She
stood breathing heavily, her hands clasped upon her breast, until the
knock had been repeated twice. Her voice utterly failing her, she
pressed the latch, stepping backward to permit his entrance. The first
swift, inquiring glance into his face frightened her into an impulsive
explanation.
"I was afraid I arrived here too late to be of any service. It seems,
however, you did not even need me."
He grasped the hand which, half unconsciously, she had extended toward
him; he was startled by its unresponsive coldness, striving vainly to
perceive the truth hidden away beneath her lowered lids.
"I fear I do not altogether understand," he returned gravely. "They
merely said that you were here with a message of warning for me. I
knew that much only a moment ago.
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