"Pretty much, only they didn't do it," said the lawyer.
"I met Vincenza when he was down last month," pursued Gerald. "He seems a decentish sort of a fellow for a greaser."
"He's no greaser; he's a pure-blooded Castilian, and very much of the gentleman," answered Hall.
"So I found him," said Gerald. "I only used the 'greaser' as a generic term. He talks English as well as I do."
"That's a great compliment from an Irishman," remarked Mr. Hall with another chuckle.
"I suppose the sister's just as nice in her own way," went on Gerald, seeing an opportunity to satisfy a certain curiosity he had felt about the heiress since he first heard of her existence. "Did she make a good witness?"
"Who? What sister? What the deuce are you talking about?" asked the lawyer.
"Why, Vincenza's sister, half-sister, whatever she is. I understood from him that she was the real owner of the property."
"Oh, ay, to be sure," said Mr. Hall slowly; "these details escape one. Vincenza was my client; he acts for the girl under power of attorney, and really her name has hardly come up since the very beginning of the case."
"You didn't see her, then?" said Gerald, conscious of a vague sense of disappointment.