“But you knew.”
“I could only guess.”
“Do you think it was wise to let her come?” Croyden demanded.
“I had nothing to do with her decision. Miss Carrington asked her, she accepted.”
“Didn’t you give her my address?”
“I most assuredly did not.”
Croyden looked at him, doubtfully.
“I’m telling you the truth,” said Macloud. “She tried to get your address, when I was last in Northumberland, and I refused.”
“And then, she stumbles on it through Davila Carrington! The world is small. I reckon, if I went off into some deserted spot in Africa, it wouldn’t be a month until some fellow I knew, or who knows a mutual friend, would come nosing around, and blow on me.”
“Are you sorry she came?” Macloud asked.