“He lives.”
“How do you know?” Lorinda cried eagerly.
“Celeste know—feel it here.” The woman touched her breast.
“You’ve seen him—talked to him since he went away!” Lorinda accused.
“No!”
“Then unless you’ve had a message from him, you couldn’t know whether he is alive or dead.”
“Celeste know,” the woman replied stubbornly. “We save the money for him.”
“If my stepfather returns I’ll be perfectly happy for him to have Mother’s estate. You’re all mixed up, Celeste. Now let’s put an end to this nonsense. Free us!”
“No,” retorted the grim woman. “Celeste and Antón go away now. Perhaps find master. You will stay in cave.”
“Celeste, how did you know about this passage and cave?” Lorinda asked, stalling for time.