Norton was not in his little office, nor could I find
Alfonso anywhere about the campus. In fact he seemed to have
almost dropped out of his University work for the time.
Accordingly, I turned my steps toward the Prince Edward Albert
Hotel, in the hope that he might be there.
Inquiries of the clerk at the desk told me that he had been there,
but was out just at that moment. I did not see Whitney around, nor
the Senora, so I sat down to wait, having nothing better to do
until Kennedy's return.
I was about to give it up and go, when I heard a cab drive up to
the door and, looking up, I saw Alfonso get out. He saw me about
the same time and we bowed. I do not think he even tried to avoid
me.
"I haven't seen you for some time," I remarked, searching his
face, which seemed to me to be paler than it had been.
"No," he replied. "I haven't been feeling very well lately and
I've been running up into the country now and then to a quiet
hotel--a sort of rest cure, I suppose you would call it. How are
you? How is Senorita Inez?"
"Very well," I replied, wondering whether he had said what he did
in the hope of establishing a complete alibi for the events of the
night before.
Briefly I told him what had happened, omitting reference to the
vocaphone and our real part in it.
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