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Can I have your wire, Mr. Sherwen?" "It's cut." "Come to the railway wire," offered Galpy. "My eye! Wot a game!" The two men ran out, the scientist leaving behind coat and goggles. "It was our little mix-up that started the rumor," said Carroll thoughtfully. "Somebody recognized Perk Dr. Pruyn." "When his glasses fell off," said CLuff. "They're some disguise."
As she slipped away, Pruyn was left with the uncomfortable sense of having appeared to a disadvantage. He had been stilted and patronizing, when he had meant to be cordial and kind. On the other hand, he resented the quickness with which she had read his thoughts, as well as her perception that he had ground for uneasiness regarding his child.
Wisner, the busy, efficient little consul, who had been arranging with the officials for Carroll's embarkation, now returned, bringing with him a viking of a man whom he introduced as Dr. Stark, of the United States Public Health Service. "Either of you know anything about Dr. Pruyn?" he inquired anxiously. "He's on his way down the mountain now," said Carroll. "Good!
Carroll's mind flew back to his fatally misinterpreted conversation with the young Caracunan. "What did he mean by letting me think that you shouldn't associate with Miss Polly?" "Oh, he had the usual erroneous dread of leprosy contagion, I suppose." "May I ask you another question, Mr. Per I beg your pardon, Dr. Pruyn?" said the visitor, almost timidly. "Perkins will do." The other smiled wanly.
Unwilling to credit this statement, and yet unable to contradict it, Pruyn continued his march for a minute or two in silence, while Miss Lucilla waited nervously for him to speak again. It was one of the few points in the round of daily existence on which she was prepared to give him battle.
"Who is he?" asked Carroll. "Special-duty man of the United States Public Health Service. The best man on tropical diseases and quarantine that the service has ever had." "That isn't Luther Pruyn, is it?" inquired Mr. Brewster. "The same. Do you know him?" "Yes." "More than I do, except by reputation." "He was in my class at college, but I haven't seen him since. I'd be glad to see him again.
If she could have seen beyond the fog and carried her vision over the intervening leagues of ocean, so as to look into a large, old-fashioned New York house in Gramercy Park, she would have found Derek Pruyn and Lucilla van Tromp discussing one of the cardinal points on which that future was to turn.
If ever you see her " "Oh, but I don't not now." "That's a pity. If you did, you could pump her." "I'm afraid I'm not much good at that sort of thing." "Well, I am, when I get a chance. I'm bound to find out, somehow; and there are more ways of killing a cat than by giving it poison." A few weeks later still Mrs. Wappinger informed Diane that Dorothea Pruyn was not happy.
In fact, Stark, the public-health surgeon at Puerto del Norte, let fall a hint that makes me think he's on his way now. Probably in some cockleshell of a small boat manned by Indian smugglers." "It sounds almost too adventurous for the scholarly Pruyn whom I recall," observed Mr. Brewster.
"Let me warn you, Mr. Brewster," put in Sherwen, with quiet force, "that you are taking a most unwise course. I am advised that Mr. Perkins is acting under instructions from our consulate." "You say that Dr. Pruyn is here. I want to see him before " "How can you see him? Nobody knows where he is keeping himself. I haven't seen him yet myself. Now, Mr.
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