Grahame looked thoughtful, and Evelyn quietly studied him. Her training had made her quick at guessing what lay behind the reserve of people who were not quite frank with her, and she saw that he was disturbed.
"Why should I not go there?" she asked.
"I don't know any good reason if your father's willing to take you, but the country's in a rather unsettled state just now." Grahame paused for a moment and added earnestly: "Don't trust Gomez."
"Do you think we shall meet him?"
"Yes," he said with a dry smile; "I think it very likely."
"Then you must know something about my father's business, and what is going on in the country."
"I believe I know more about the country than your father does. In fact, I'd like to warn him against Gomez, only that I imagine he's a good judge of character and already knows his man."
Grahame wrote an address on a leaf of a small notebook and, tearing it out, put it on her plate.
"I'm going to ask a favor. If you should meet with any difficulty at Rio Frio, will you send me a message through the man whose name I've written down? I might, perhaps, be of some use."
"Do you expect us to get into any difficulty?"