“Because you aren’t sure?”
“Because I am. Oh-h—”
Mrs. Locke looked steadily into Hildegarde’s face for an instant, before she turned away.
The girl leaned forward. “No, no. It’s not that,” she said, and from under the brim of her hat she sent another glance to the figure against the sky. “He’s made a lot of money in the North—he has all kinds of business interests up here.”
“How long have you known he was on board?”
“I almost think that in the back of my head I suspected before, but I didn’t know till last night. And I wasn’t sure till this minute,” she added, with girl’s logic.
“You haven’t spoken at all—you two?”
Hildegarde shook her head.
“Why do you think he wants to spy on you?”