"Other warnings?" she repeated tremulously.
Quickly Kennedy explained what had already happened to us,
watching the effect on her as he read of the curse of Mansiche and
the Gold of the Gods.
"Oh," she cried, mastering her emotion with a heroic effort, "I
wish my father had never become mixed up in the business. Ever
since I was a little girl I have heard these vague stories of the
big fish and the little fish, the treasure, and the curse. But I
never thought they were anything but fairy tales. You remember,
when I first saw you, I did not even tell them to you."
"Yes," returned Kennedy. "I remember. But had you no other reason?
Did you, down in your heart, think them really fairy tales?"
She shuddered. "Perhaps not," she murmured. "But I have heard
enough of you detectives to know that you do not think a woman's
fears exactly evidence."
"Still they might lead to evidence," suggested Kennedy.
She looked at him, more startled than ever, for already he had
given her a slight exhibition of his powers.
"Mr. Kennedy," she exclaimed, "I am positively afraid of you,
afraid that every little thing I do may lead to something I don't
intend."
There was a frankness about the remark that would have been
flattering from a man, but from her excited sympathy.
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