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"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.
I wouldn't give the old goose the satisfaction of going to his fiesta." "Meaning the noble and patriotic President?" said Carroll. "Treason most foul! The cuartels are full of chained prisoners who have said less." "Father can go with Mr. Sherwen. I shall do some important shopping," announced Miss Brewster. "And I don't want any one along."
Sherwen?" twinkled the girl. "If so Dad, please leave the room." "Knock twenty years off my battle-scarred life and you wouldn't be safe a minute," he retorted. "But, no. This is a measure of safety. Sir Willet thinks that your party ought to be ready to move into the American Legation on instant notice, if you can't get away to sea to-morrow."
Without raising his eyes, he nodded comprehension, and began to edge along the wall, swinging his stout weapon. As he went, he wondered what was keeping the others. At that moment the others were frantically wrestling with the all-too-adequate bars with which Sherwen had reinforced the wide door. Perkins, feeling with a cautious heel, found himself opposite the entry indicated by the voice.
Sherwen," pleaded Miss Polly, with mischief in her eyes. "I'd make the cunningest little office assistant to busy old Dr. Pruyn. And he's a friend of dad's, and we surely ought to wait for him." "If only I COULD send you! The fact is, Americans won't be very popular if matters turn out as I expect." "Shall we be confined to our rooms and kept incomunicado, while Dr.
"Why didn't they blow you out of the water?" "Oh, I was semiofficially expected. Message from our consul. They transferred the message by wireless. I'm telling you all this, Mr. Carroll, because I think you'll get your release within forty-eight hours, and I want you to see that some of your party keeps constantly in touch with Mr. Sherwen.
Soliciting the kind offices of both Sherwen and Raimonda, he had presented himself, under their escort, stiff and perspiring in his full official regalia, before Mr. Brewster; then before his daughter, whose solemnity, presently breaking down before his painfully rehearsed English, dissolved in fluent French, setting him at ease and making him her slave.
So far as the newcomer was concerned, however, he might as well not have been there; so he felt, with unwonted injury. The scientist, disregarding him wholly, shook hands with Sherwen. "Have you heard from Wisner yet?" "Yes. An hour ago." "What was his message?" "All right, any time to-day." "Good! Better get them down to-night, then, so they can start to- morrow morning." "Will Stark pass them?"
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."
"He's Luther Pruyn, sure enough!" said Mr. Sherwen, emerging from the room. "Here's the proof." He held out an official-looking document. "An order from the Dutch Naval Office, made out in his name." "What does it say?" asked Carroll. "I'm not much of a hand at Dutch, but it seems to direct the blockading warship to receive Dr. Luther Pruyn and wife and convey them to Curacao."
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