“What mystery, Senor?”
“Why,” replied Raoul slowly, looking at her intently; “the mystery of those three months when he was supposed to have been in a trance.”
“What is a trance, Don Raoul?” asked the girl innocently.
Raoul laughed.
“Ah, that would be hard to explain to a queen of the Indians,” he said. “A trance is not exactly a sleep, for a man may talk and travel and do things, just like other men, when he’s in a trance. But when he is himself again, he remembers nothing of all that happened when he was in the trance.”
“Then you think he was in a trance during those three months when he disappeared from Bogota?”
“Yes.”
“And that he has forgotten all that happened to him in that time?”
“Perhaps.”