Kennedy reached for the University catalogue and found the name,
"Alfonso de Moche." He was, as he had told us, a post-graduate
student in the engineering school and, therefore, not in any of
Kennedy's own classes.
"You say your father knew the Senora?" asked Kennedy.
"Yes," she replied, in a low voice, "he had had some dealings with
her. I cannot say just what they were; I do not know. Socially, of
course, it was different. They did not belong to the same circle
as ours in Lima."
From her tone I gathered that there existed a race prejudice
between those of old Spanish descent and the descendants of the
Indians. That, however, could not account for her attitude. At
least with her the prejudice did not extend to Alfonso.
"Senora de Moche is a friend of Mr. Whitney?" queried Kennedy.
"Yes, I believe she has placed some of her affairs in his hands.
The de Moches live at the Prince Edward Albert Hotel, and Mr.
Whitney lives there, too. I suppose they see more or less of each
other."
"H-m," mused Kennedy. "You know Mr. Whitney, I suppose?"
"Not very well," she answered. "Of course, I have met him. He has
been to visit my father, and my father has been down at his
office, with Mr.
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