“I was headed this way.”
“To the Rancho Seco?” she questioned, astonished.
Again he nodded. But this time there was a slight smile on his lips.
Her own straightened, and her eyes glowed with a sudden suspicion.
“That’s odd,” she said; “very odd.”
“What is?”
“That you should be on your way to the Rancho Seco—and that you should encounter father—that you should happen to reach Sentinel Rock about the time he was murdered.”
He looked straight at her, noting the suspicion in her eyes. His low laugh had a hint of irony in it.
“I’ve heard of such things,” he said.