Jennings' note should have brought you here.
But I gave him no authority to write it."
"Have you seen Jennings lately?" asked Cuthbert, more and more
puzzled.
"A few nights ago. But he said nothing about you. He simply
played cards for a time and then took himself off."
"Are you leaving England?"
"I am. Being an invalid as you see, I have no amusement but
card-playing. Now that the Puritan authorities have stopped
that, I cannot stay in this dull country to be bored. But who
told you?"
"Jennings said you were making preparations to leave."
"In this letter he wrote you?" asked Maraquito, frowning.
"Yes. I am sorry I did not bring the letter with me. But I
can show it to you on another occasion. He also said you had
something to tell me."
Maraquito fastened her brilliant eyes on his face. "Mr.
Jennings seems to know much about my affairs and to take a
deep interest in them. But I assure you, I never gave him any
authority to meddle."
"Then why did he write and bring me here?"
Senora Gredos frowned and then her face cleared. "The man is
such a secretive creature that I don't trust him," she said;
"and yet he declared himself to be my friend. He knows I like
you, and hinted that he should be glad to bring us together."
"Jennings is a gentleman in spite of his profession," said
Mallow in cutting tones. "I scarcely think he would take so
great a liberty."
"Is it a liberty?" asked Maraquito softly.
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