“Most assuredly I do,” the nephew replied. The two men walked on. But, for once, they were not thinking of their favorite hobby. The mind of each man dwelt upon Mollie’s story of a poor little Indian girl. What connection could she have with these two men of wealth and position?
Reginald Latham’s suspicions were growing. The Indian girl might be an obstacle in his path.
“I must tell mother all I have heard and guessed,” he reflected. “Under no circumstances must uncle be allowed to see this child. Mother will know how to manage. We may have to spirit the girl away, if she is the child I fear she is. But we must make sure.”
Reginald Latham was not a pleasant man, but he was clever. If he had reason to fear little Eunice he would work quietly. What chance had the child and her ignorant, uncivilized grandmother against him?
Mr. Winthrop Latham’s thoughts were of a different kind. “The young Indian girl,” he assured himself, “can have no further possible interest for me.”
CHAPTER XVI
AT THE AMBASSADOR’S
“Shall we walk down to the postoffice, Ruth?” Barbara asked. “I am awfully anxious for a letter from mother.”