Cliffe looked up with his face set and an ominous sparkle in his eyes.
"That is a lie!"
"Personally, I think so; but having some knowledge of the sex, I would not care to predict what a romantic young woman might do."
"Get on with your tale!"
Altiera regarded Cliffe calmly.
"The señorita had my secretary's escort, but, finding the road dangerous, he made for Rio Frio, where he put her in safe hands. Her liberty was not interfered with and one morning she left the house and did not come back."
Cliffe got up and advanced a yard or two across the floor.
"You mean she ran away? Why did she do so?"
"Your pardon, señor!" Altiera spread out his hands with a mocking smile. "There is no reason to believe she had any cause to run away; but, not knowing your daughter's character, I cannot tell you why she went."
"Very well," said Cliffe, restraining himself with an effort. "I must ask you for an armed escort to Rio Frio, where I will make inquiries. I want the men at once!"