Had
both of them got out of each other all that they wanted--Norton
his reputation and Whitney--what?
He cooled down so rapidly now that almost I began to wonder
whether his anger had been genuine. Did he know more about the
dagger than appeared? Was this his cover--to disown Norton?
"It seems to me that Senora de Moche is ambitious for her son,
too," remarked Kennedy, tenaciously trying to force the
conversation into the channel he chose.
"How's that?" demanded Whitney, narrowing his eyes down into a
squint at Kennedy's face, a proceeding that served by contrast to
emphasize the abnormal condition of the pupils which I had already
noticed both in his eyes and Lockwood's.
"I don't think she'd object to having him marry into one of the
leading families in Peru," ventured Kennedy, paraphrasing what we
had already read in the letter.
"Perhaps Senorita Mendoza herself can be trusted to see to that,"
Whitney replied with a quick laugh.
"To say nothing of Mr. Lockwood," suggested Craig.
Whitney looked at him quizzically, as though in doubt just how
much this man knew.
"Senora de Moche puzzles me," went on Kennedy. "I often wonder
whether superstition or greed would rule her if it came to the
point in this matter of the Gold of the Gods, as they all seem to
call the buried treasure at Truxillo.
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