“So be it,” he answered. “Then if I cannot get back for the wedding bells, we may have a family reunion during the honeymoons.” He laughed almost gaily as he rose. “Now, where are our young Americans? I wish to say good-bye to them, too.”
“Where Dick Willoughby is, I cannot say. But he is safe—you still assure me of his safety, Mr. Robles?”
“Assuredly. And I have good news for our dear Merle. Tomorrow Willoughby will be free, with every suspicion removed from his name.”
“Oh, that will be glad tidings indeed for Merle—for both the girls.”
“Then let us take the news to them. Where shall we find them?”
“As usual, I fancy, in their favorite cosy corner. And Mr. Munson is here, too. He is to have luncheon with us. He said you had given him a day off from his onerous library duties.”
“Quite correct. I told him I would meet him here, for I have a message for him as well. Come then, let us join the young people.”
Again, like the courtly hidalgo, he presented a hand to his hostess and led her from the room.