That Caldwell had sought him out and had thought it worth his while to wait two hours for an interview seemed to Roddy to show that in the camp of his enemies matters were not moving smoothly, and that, in their opinion, he was of more interest than they cared to admit.
Caldwell began with an uneasy assumption of good-fellowship.
“I have come under a flag of truce,” he said grinning. “We want to have a talk and see if we can’t get together.”
“Who are ‘we’?” asked Roddy.
“Vega, myself, and Señora Rojas.”
“Señora Rojas!” exclaimed Roddy gravely. “Are you not mistaken?”
“She sent me here,” replied Caldwell. “These are my credentials.” With a flourish and a bow of marked ceremony, he handed Roddy a letter.
It came from Miramar, and briefly requested that Mr. Forrester would do the Señora Rojas the honor to immediately call upon her.
Roddy caught up his hat. The prospect of a visit to the home of Inez enchanted him, and he was as greatly puzzled as to what such a visit might bring forth.
“We will go at once!” he said.