“Mr. Meudon spoke of him. I will find him for you.”
“Do you know where he lives?”
“Surely, Senor. In the Calle Mercedes.”
“Take me to him.”
“Very well, Senor,” said Herran, apparently overcoming his reluctance; “that is settled. First, I will be sure he is there. Then, this night, I take you to his house.”
Una, hearing of this decision, doubted its wisdom. From the few references David had made to his partner in the Guatavita mining venture she had felt instinctively that Raoul was his enemy, an opinion strengthened by the psychometer test used at Stoneleigh. Leighton had agreed in this opinion, more or less; hence Una’s surprise that her uncle, who was usually overcautious, should now turn to Raoul for help.
“I believe the man knows where David is,” he declared.
“If he does, he will never tell you,” remonstrated Una.
“I am not so sure of that.”
“You may force him to do something fatal,” she urged.