“Yes, indeed!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Do you know where she is?”
“No. But she took you out of a house down on––”
“Yes. And I’ve tried to find her ever since.”
“You know Father Waite, too, the ex-priest?”
“Oh, yes, very well. We’re good friends.”
“You and he going to work together, I suppose?”
“Why, I’m sure I don’t know. He’s very unsettled.”
“H’m! yes. Well, I thank you very much. You think this Diego might have been your father? That is, you can’t say positively that he wasn’t?”
“I can’t say positively, no. But now I must go. You can come up to the house and talk about South America, if you want to.”
She nodded pleasantly, and the car moved away. The innocent, ingenuous girl was soon to learn what modern news-gathering and dissemination means in this great Republic. But she rode on, happy in the thought that she and the Beaubien were formulating plans to save Mrs. Hawley-Crowles.