“Mrs. Harding is my guest,” replies Don Quesada, rather curtly.
“She has been here long?”
“About ten days.”
Jack stares and bites his cigar viciously. “You will pardon my questioning, Don Quesada. Believe me, I am not actuated by idle curiosity.”
The Don bows and Jack leans over and asks, earnestly:
“During Mrs. Harding’s stay here has she learned anything that would lead her to suspect that you are identified with the movement to free Cuba?”
“Naturally. She is one of us,” replies the Don, dryly.
“One of us!” repeats Jack, in astonishment.
“Yes. An American, like yourself; she is an enthusiastic adherent of the Cuban cause and is enabled to do us much service.”
“Then you have trusted her with some secrets?”