“The upper classes live as well in Mexico as elsewhere,” replied Mrs. Sebastian. “It is only the poorer—or peon—class that you have heard about, apparently.”
Footsteps sounded without and a moment later a handsomely attired woman entered the room, followed a moment later by a fancifully garbed man. The woman rushed up to Mrs. Sebastian and they greeted each other affectionately. The man also appeared glad to see the visitor.
Mrs. Sebastian then presented the girls, and it developed that both Don Miguel and his wife—for so they were introduced—spoke English. They made the girls welcome, and told them to make themselves at home.
“I have promised them a real Mexican dinner,” explained Mrs. Sebastian with a little laugh.
“They shall have it,” replied Don Miguel, throwing wide his arms.
“And now,” said Mrs. Sebastian, “where can we have a talk?”
“In the next room,” was the reply.
“Good! I am sure my young friends will excuse me for half an hour.”
She looked inquiringly at the two girls. The latter nodded, and the Don and two women made their way from the room.
The moment they were gone, Shirley and Mabel began an inspection of the room. There were two windows, both of which looked on the street and both of which were barred.