CHAPTER XVWhat about telling Losee? she asked herself, and answered, no. Mr. Fernandez might be in danger somewhere, but Losee was very clearly another danger. I’ll have to tell about Cartaret in the course of time, she thought. But it can wait. It doesn’t matter very much when he’s caught and tried and hanged. The first thing is to find don Carlos.
She lay on her bed and smoked a cigarette, her long slender body relaxed, her mind working lucidly. She rose and telephoned to the desk, and asked Cartaret to send Moses up to her. He came promptly, very smart in his uniform, very eager.
“Come in and close the door,” she said. “Mr. Fernandez trusts you, doesn’t he, Moses?”
“Cert’ny does, mistress. Cert’ny does.”
“Where’s Bowfin Cove, Moses?”
“It’s not too far, mistress.”
“Could you get th
