"Remember, you are speaking of my friends," Amy warned him. "Answer me a question. How did you know you'd find me here?"
"I guessed it."
"That's not enough. How did you guess it?"
"Well, Francisco asked me to spend the night in his apartment, so that the Señora would not be left alone. He had to be out late. Bianca telephoned from the sanitarium that you had been carried off. What was I to do? I didn't know where Francisco was. I dared not tell the Señora what had happened. Bianca said it was——" he jerked his head across the bed, "so I came down here."
"You knew then that they had put me in a private madhouse," said Amy relentlessly.
He shrugged.
"Perhaps you thought I was mad?"
"I did not. I told Francisco it was an outrage. Nothing I could say would move him. What was I to do?"
"What steps did you take to get me out?"
"Francisco swore to me that it was only for the night. As soon as he could arrange to get a private car, he said, he would send us all home together."