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The tailor ran away to Greece with all the money, and was at once arrested there. So Shaban got nothing. Why did the Greeks arrest the tailor? Because of the English gold of course. Probably he was guilty of something or other too. But they would not have troubled about it but for the gold. They got that." He out-Antonied Hope and made Phroso tame compared to the real Balkans.

Heavens, what did she do that for when Denny was there, watching everything with those shrewd eyes of his? "The pickaxes!" I roared. Denny turned and fled; a moment elapsed; I did not know what to do, how to look at Phroso, or how not to look at her. I took refuge in flight. I rushed into the kitchen on pretence of aiding or hastening Denny's search.

I found him taking up an old pick that stood near the door leading to the compound. I seized it from his hand. "Confound you!" I cried, for Denny laughed openly at me; and I rushed back to the hall! But on the threshold I paused and said what I will not write. For, though there came from somewhere just the last ripple of a mirthful laugh, the hall was empty! Phroso was gone!

"You are angry," said Euphrosyne, "and you say you're not. You are like my father. He would stamp his foot furiously like that and say, 'I am not angry, I am not angry, Phroso." Phroso! I had forgotten that diminutive of my guest's classical name. It rather pleased me, and I repeated it gently after her, "Phroso, Phroso," and I'm afraid I eyed the little foot that had stamped so bravely.

"He always called me Phroso. Oh, I wish he were alive! Then Constantine " It would be a pity to spoil the house, wouldn't it?" "I've sworn," said Phroso. "Circumstances alter oaths," said I, bending till I was very near Phroso's ear. "Ah," said Phroso, reproachfully, "that's what lovers say when they find another more beautiful than their old love."

"Bring a pickaxe," said I. Denny's face wandered toward Phroso. "Is she as annoying as that?" he seemed to ask. "A pickaxe?" he repeated in surprised tones. "Yes, two pickaxes! I'm going to have this floor up, and see if I can find out the great Stefanopoulos secret." I spoke with an accent of intense scorn. Again Phroso laughed; her hands beat very softly against one another.