That some underhand means had been employed to force her consent I was certain; as certain as that I could scare the brute out of the country with half a dozen words. But before I spoke them I felt that I must learn more of the facts.
“Good evening, Mr. Donnington,” The voice broke in upon my reverie, and I turned to find Dr. Barosa at my elbow.
“Ah, good evening, Dr. Barosa,” I replied, as we shook hands.
“You were looking very thoughtful, sir; I am afraid I disturbed you.”
“I have reason to be thoughtful, doctor. I am more than a little perplexed by the position in which I find myself.”
“I shall be delighted to be of any service, if I can. Would you care for a chat here, or may I do myself the pleasure of calling upon you at your rooms?”
“Both, by all means. I should like a word or two with you, and the sooner the better; but I shall also be glad to see you at my rooms at any time.”
He thanked me and led the way to a spot where we could talk privately.
“I’ll go straight to the point, doctor: that is our English way. I have had a conversation with Contesse Inglesia this evening, and I wish to disabuse your mind thoroughly of any thought that I am a spy.”
“My dear sir, I do not think it.”