“Be sensible, Miguel! No one would hurt the dear child, I’m sure.”
His dark features wrinkled in an engaging smile.
“No one would hurt Mees Jane. I believe it.”
“But some one has carried her away.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Some time she come back,” said he.
“Now, see here, Miguel; you know more than anyone else about this affair. Tell me the truth.”
He raised his brows, shaking his head.
“I know nothing,” said he. “I not worry much; but I know nothing.”
“Then you suspect.”