Lorinda darted across the room, and jerked aside the heavy brocade curtains which framed the arching doorway. Crouching behind the protective folds was the same dark-skinned servant who had talked to Penny from the upstairs window!
CHAPTER
7
WHISPERING WALLS
“Antón!” Lorinda exclaimed in disapproval. “Why were you listening?”
The servant, a man of perhaps forty whose well-cut livery was worn in a sloppy manner, stared at her almost insolently and without the least embarrassment.
“Hear jungle drum,” he said.
“I was showing the Zudi to Miss Parker,” Lorinda replied stiffly.
“You keep him in wall safe?” inquired Antón.
Lorinda bit her lip with annoyance. She made no answer.
“Now that master gone, maybe much better you get rid of Zudi drum,” Antón advised.
“Why do you say that?”