"I suppose you are receiving proper instruction?"
"None at all, sir. Since I have been in my father's care I have had no instruction whatever. That isn't right, is it?"
"What isn't right?" demanded a gruff voice, and all three turned to find Jason Jones standing in the doorway.
[CHAPTER IX]
MARY LOUISE SCENTS A MYSTERY
Colonel Hathaway instantly rose.
"I beg your pardon," said he. "I am Colonel James Hathaway, an American, and this is my granddaughter, Mary Louise Burrows. Our carriage met with an accident on the main road below and we wandered in here while waiting for repairs and chanced to meet your daughter. You are Mr. Jones, I believe?"
He nodded, still standing in his place and regarding his visitors with unconcealed suspicion. Under his arm he held several books.
"Who informed you that I was living here?" he demanded.
"I was wholly unaware of the fact," said the Colonel, stiffly. "I did not know you were in Italy. I did not know such an important person existed, strange to say, although I can remember that an artist named Jason Jones once married Antoinette Seaver, the daughter of my old friend Captain Robert Seaver."
"Oh, you remember that, do you?"