“Can you fix the time the contesse was here?”
“Not that first visit, but she came again about ten o’clock, bringing the news that your yacht had left the river and that it was plain that Miralda had gone with you.”
So the Stella had been missed, it seemed.
“What I tell you is true, viscontesse; I have not seen Miralda.”
“You think she has been arrested then?”
“It is impossible to be certain—but I do not think it.”
“Oh, but don’t tell me you believe she has fallen into the hands of any of these people who will do her mischief? They would kill her.”
“Oh, no; I am certain that there is no fear of that.” I was, for it was as clear as anything could be that Barosa would not allow anything of the sort.
“You are so positive. Do you know anything that makes you so?”
“Yes; but I cannot tell you.”