“I was ready to quit before we started!” Davila laughed.
“We will see what can be done about it. We’ll have in the head jailer.” She struck the bell. “Ask the chief to be kind enough to come here a moment,” she said, to the girl who attended them.
In a few minutes, he appeared—suave, polite, courteous.
“You sent for me, Miss Cavendish?” he inquired.
“I did. Sit down, please, I’ve something to say to you, Mr.——”
“Jones, for short,” he replied.
“Thank you!” said Elaine, with a particularly winning smile. “Mr. Jones, for short—you will pardon me, I know, if I seem unduly personal, but these quarters are not entirely to our liking.”
“I’m very sorry, indeed,” he replied. “We tried to make them comfortable. In what are they unsatisfactory?—we will remedy it, if possible.”
“We would prefer another locality—Hampton, to be specific.”
“You mean that you are tired of captivity?” he smiled. “I see your point of view, and I’m hopeful that Mr. Croyden will see it, also, and permit us to release you, in a few days.”