“James is a very unusual person.”
“Yes, he must be.”
“Do you suppose he caught that man—the one who had been following me?”
“I hope so, but perhaps not. You say he was all mussed up when he came back?”
“Uh-huh.”
“But not bruised, nor bloody, nor anything like that?”
“No, I guess not—no, not a bit.”
“Then probably he didn’t. When I got through my wild race about the place the other night I was good and mussed up, and I hadn’t been in a fight either. It wouldn’t be easy to catch anyone in that labyrinth.”
Again there was silence for a little while.
“Lucile,” whispered Cordie, bending forward eagerly, her face alight with some strange idea. “James is so mysterious. Do you suppose he could be a pirate in hiding?”