She did not glance about or speak.
CHAPTER VI
THE WEB OF THE PLOTTER
Three days of waiting was the utmost I could force myself to endure. On the afternoon of the fourth I called at the house on the side street. The door was opened by the Irishwoman, who met me with a broad grin.
"Oi looked for ye sooner, sor!" was her greeting.
"Señorita Vallois—?"
"Flown, sor,—more's th' pity! Ye're a loikely lad, sor, if ye'll oxcuse th' liberty."
"Gone?" I muttered. "Her uncle—?"
"Came an' packed her off, bag an' baggage, two days gone."