"What has that got to do with it?"
"You are engaged then?"
"Well—yes."
Greg groaned inwardly. Up to this moment he had been consoling himself with the assurance that the Castilian youth might have been lying.
It was she who broke the next long silence. "What difference does that make?"
"A great deal to me."
She perversely chose to misunderstand him. "Do you mean that you don't care to help an engaged girl?"
"I don't mean that at all," said Greg indignantly.
"What do you mean then?"
"Am I no more to you than a kind of detective to be dropped as soon as this case is done with?" he demanded bitterly. "Perhaps you expect to pay me for my services and let me go."