The nurse had never been told the name of her patient. She had heard him vaguely spoken of as ‘Marcos,’ but she had caught it as ‘Marsh.’ Indeed, she had asked Claudia, after the departure of Nick Carter, if that was the name, to which the girl, inspired by a sudden idea, had replied in the affirmative.
Claudia went into the bedchamber, and telling the nurse that a lady had come to visit the patient, went to the bed and bent over her cousin.
“Marcos!”
“Yes?”
“Your mother is here.”
“Who sent for her?”
“I don’t know. But Miguel is downstairs.”
Marcus started up in bed, but, catching the reproving eye of the nurse, he fell back again, and permitting that cool-handed, nerveless person to rearrange the covers. Then he turned to Claudia and whispered:
“How dare that scoundrel come into my home?”
“I’ll find that out for you later. But listen to me.”