"That was bad," said Arthur, curtly.
"I do not comprehend," said Donna Dolores.
"Pardon. Do not misunderstand me. I say it was bad, for I really believe that this girl, the mysterious stranger, with the alias, was really Grace Conroy."
Donna Dolores raised her eyes and stared at Arthur.
"And why?"
"Because the identification of the bodies by the Expedicion was hurried and imperfect."
"How know you this?"
Arthur arose and drew his chair a little nearer his fair client.
"You have been good enough to intrust me with an important and honourable secret. Let me show my appreciation of that confidence by intrusting you with one equally important. I knew that the identification was imperfect and hurried, because I was present. In the report of the Expedicion you will find the name, if you have not already read it, of Lieutenant Arthur Poinsett. That was myself."
Donna Dolores raised herself to a sitting posture.