Chapter Seventeen.
Ethelwynn Speaks.
I looked into the closely-set, crafty eyes of the old Italian, and saw both determination and desperation.
Was he the man who killed Professor Greer?
“I require no guarantee of safety from you, Antonio,” I answered quickly. “I am now solely in search of my wife. Where is she?”
“Caro signore, I have no idea,” was the old fellow’s bland reply, as he exhibited his palms. “I have not the pleasure of the signora’s acquaintance.”
“But you know where Kirk is hiding, and she is with him, assisting him in discovering my whereabouts, I believe!” I cried.
“That the Signor Kirk crossed from Dover to Calais I am well aware, but of his movements afterwards I assure you I am in complete ignorance.”