"Gone?"
"I've sacked him along with all the rest."
"Not discharged all of your servants?"
"Nothing less."
"But why?" demanded Venner, with a frown settling about his dark eyes. "You cannot remain here alone."
"I don't intend to."
"But what are you going to do? When are you going?"
While thus speaking they had repaired to the library at the rear of the house, the room in which Nick had encountered the gang nearly a fortnight before. It was the only room then lighted. Even the hall through which they had passed was in darkness.
Yet Cervera was dressed in an elaborate evening gown, fitted close to her lithe, nervous figure, and augmenting in a marked degree her dangerous, dark beauty.
"You know where I am going—or should!" she replied, facing Venner, with an odd smile on her red lips.