Nadiboff. "Oh, it is a quaint bit
of a castle, only some three hundred years old, though long past in
ruins. I believe it was erected as a stronghold by some wealthy man,
in the old days when the pirates from Havana now and then swept along
the coast on their raids. Would you like to see the place, Mr.
Hastings?"
"Very much indeed," Hal admitted, "if you have the time."
"The time?" Mlle. Nadiboff's laughter rippled out merrily. "Why, I have
all the time in the world, Mr. Hastings. I live only to enjoy myself."
"That must be rather a dull existence, then," thought Hal, while his
pretty companion leaned forward to give the order to the chauffeur, who
turned up a road leading to the ruined castle of the old piratical days.
Jack had heard the conversation, and so knew, without asking, for what
they were now heading.
As they drew closer they discovered other automobiles near the old
castle.
"The place has several visitors to-day?" hinted Hal.
"Oh, yes; it is one of the show spots of this section," replied Mlle.
Nadiboff. "It does well enough to look about there for a few minutes.
But a ruin like that suggests death and decay, and I--I love life."
"Still, that castle is now a part of history," suggested Hal, "and
history, it seems to me, should always be interesting.
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