Mr. Ferreira groaned.
“It is ruin for me,” he said. “Perhaps for you also,” he added ominously. “I can do no less than depart for Paris to lay this matter before my excellent patron, Señor Don——”
Cartwright jerked his head to the door.
“Get out,” he said, and turned his attention to the newspaper which he had picked up from the table.
Maxell waited until the little man had gone, still seething with his “indignado,” then turned to Cartwright.
“This is rather a serious matter, Cartwright; what has happened to the girl?”
“Didn’t you hear? I have sent her to Gibraltar,” said Cartwright. “I wouldn’t leave a dog in that company. And from Gibraltar she goes home by the first P. & O.,” he said briefly.
“Hm!” said Maxell for the second time.
“What the devil are you ‘hming’ about?” snarled his companion. “The girl is gone. I shall not see her again. It was an act of charity. Do you disapprove?”
“I’m sorry,” said Maxell. “I didn’t know you felt so bad about it. No, I think you’ve done the girl a very good turn. But in these days one doesn’t expect——”