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"But what I now wish to convey to the young man is that should he be so ill-advised as to do what he is thinking of doing he will make it very disagreeable for the lady in whom he takes so strangely violent an interest " "What exactly do you mean, Monsieur Baroff?" "This Mr. Gerald Burton is thinking of enlisting the help of the American newspaper men in Paris.
I must see those I think I know " Without listening to her automatic permission he was gone. The next moment he had laid his hand on the arm of the man with the woman. Both spun quickly about. A babble of explanation broke out. "Ach, mein freund, mein freund " "Oh, it is Billy " "How gut to find you here " "Our American Billy." The last voice, piquantly foreign, was the voice of Fritzi Baroff.
"Now tell me all you know please tell me all you know," he besought with a sudden melting into desperate entreaty. Worriedly he stared at this curious little kitten-thing beside him on whose truth now that other girl's life was resting. "Well, I tell you true I do not know that name," began Fritzi Baroff, with a little sullen dignity over her shame.
He told himself that he would do as much for any girl in her situation, and, indeed, so hot ran his rage and so dearly did his young blood love rash adventure and high-handed justice, that there was some honest excuse for the statement! "Zut! A man does not risk his neck for a matter of indifference!" said the little Baroff sagely, her knowing eyes on Billy's grim young face.
"You must muzzle that Baroff girl," was Falconer's parting caution. "We must keep this thing deuced quiet, you know." "Of course. He shan't get wind of it ahead." "Not only that. We mustn't have talk afterwards. It would kill the girl, you know." Billy nodded. "She would hate it, I expect." "Hate it?
"You were told there was a quarantine, weren't you?" Billy supplied, as she hesitated. Her astonishment found quick speech. "Why, how did you know that?" "The Baroff told me that Viennese girl who came into your room." "Why, you know everything! How did you?" "Oh, I carried her over a wall, thinking it was you." "But how could you think it was I? And what were you doing at the wall?
"Certainly," said he, "certainly you can count on my discretion, Monsieur Baroff, and and my sympathy. I hope I am not unreasonable in hoping that at last the police have obtained some kind of due to Mr. Dampier's whereabouts." "No," said the other indifferently.
"Ivan Baroff" turned out to be a polished and agreeable person who at once frankly explained that he belonged to the International Police. Indeed while shaking hands with his visitor he observed pleasantly, "This is not the kind of work with which I have, as a rule, anything to do, but my colleagues have asked me to see you, Mr.
He merely said slowly and thoughtfully, "Of course the dancer's story is all you really have to go upon. You had better bring her here." "Nothing easier," Billy declared, and thinking a cab as prompt as a telephone he drove briskly off. The hotel held a shock for him. Fritzi Baroff was gone. She had gone the evening before, the clerk reported, consulting the register, and she had paid her bill.
There is evidently some other girl concerned who may or may not be as guileless as she represented to the Baroff girl, and I shall lay that story before the ambassador and leave her rescue to authentic ways."
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