It will all be shown up as a huge mistake--another warning against trusting to circumstantial evidence." "Is there nothing we can do then?
Or--that we would urge _others_ to do ?" I asked, hoping he would understand that I meant _one_ other--Maxine de Renzie.
I guessed by his look that he did understand.

It was a look of gloom; but suddenly a light flashed in his eyes.
"There is one thing _you_ could do for me--you and no one else," he said.

"But I have no right to ask it." "Tell me what it is," I implored.
"I would not, if it didn't mean more than my life to me." He hesitated, and then, while I wondered what was to come, he bent forward and spoke a few hurried words in Spanish.

He knew that to me Spanish was almost as familiar as English.

He had heard me talk of the Spanish customs still existing in the part of California where I was born.