“There is certainly no reason why he should be your enemy, yet I feel convinced he is so.”
“Why?”
“I cannot tell you unless I advance the Dr. Fell theory as an argument; but, to speak openly, my dear Maurice, this Greek seems to me to be like a sleek, soft-footed panther, beautiful to look on, but dangerous to meddle with.”
“I am not going to meddle with him. He is simply returning to his home in Greek waters, and I will go with him. After we reach Melnos, very likely he will return to Ithaca.”
“Perhaps.”
“My dear old tutor,” cried the young man, laughing, “you are full of fears, first of this Helena, again of this Greek. Ten to one I will find both equally harmless.”
“I trust so; but I do not like your travelling alone with this Count Constantine.”
“I am not going to do so. Crispin is coming also.”
“Ah!” said Carriston in a satisfied tone; “I am glad of that, for I like that young man very much. I am sure he is an honorable, straightforward fellow.”
“You are inconsistent. His life is as mysterious as that of Caliphronas, yet you trust the one and mistrust the other.”