“That was well thought of,” said the scientist. “I’m afraid that wouldn’t have occurred to me.”
“You can get word to Senor Raimonda?” asked Carroll.
His host nodded. A long silence followed. Carroll broke it:—
“Then there is no further secrecy about this?”
“About what?”
“Her identity.” He pointed to the grave.
“No; I suppose not. Why?”
“Because Miss Brewster has a right to know.”
“Do you propose to tell her?”
“Yes.”