I should have liked to have sat in front with him, but it seemed
safer to stay in the back with Alfonso. In fact, I don't think
Lockwood would have consented, otherwise, to have his rival back
of him.
Kennedy and the Senora made a strange pair, the ancient order and
the ultra-modern. There was a peculiar light in her eyes that
gleamed forth at the mere mention of the words, "wreck." Though
she said nothing, I knew that through her mind was running the one
tenacious thought. It was the working out of the curse! As for
Craig, he was always seeking the plausible, natural reason for
what to the rest of us was inexplicable, often supernatural. To
him she was a fascinating study.
On we sped, for Lockwood was a good driver and now was spurred on
by an anxiety that he could not conceal. Yet his hand never
faltered at the wheel. He seemed to read the signs at the cross-
roads without slackening speed. In spite of all that I knew, I
found myself compelled to admire him. Alfonso sat back, for the
most part silent. The melancholy in his face seemed to have
deepened. He seemed to feel that he was but a toy in the hands of
fate. Yet I knew that underneath must smoulder the embers of a
bitter resentment.
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