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"Yes, if I were as pretty as you, Fraulein, it would be a different thing," she ended, with a hearty sigh. Maurice clattered up from the table. "All right, Amalie, that'll do." They went out of doors, and strolled about in the twilight. He had intended to show her some of the pretty nooks in the neighbourhood of the house.
Her eyes were fixed on Louise, and she only occasionally glanced from her to the young man. "It's nice to have a sweetheart," she said suddenly. Louise laughed again and coloured. "Haven't you got one, Amalie?" Amalie shook her head, and launched out into a tale of faithlessness and desertion.
Tony Briotti looked at the Sky Wagon, brows furrowed, then asked, "Rick, couldn't you turn on the radio in the plane and get a weather report from the airport at Charlotte Amalie?" Rick was climbing into the Sky Wagon before Tony finished. Of course he could! He called, "I'm a chump!"
"Anyhow, it isn't true," said the Baroness complacently; "since we bought the place we have had proof that nothing of the sort happens. When the old mother-in-law died last springtime we all listened, but there was no howling. It is just a story that lends dignity to the place without costing anything." "The story is not as you have told it," said Amalie, the grey old governess.
She acted badly, lisped, and was nervous. She soon grew used to it, however, and began to be liked by the audience. Fenogenov was much displeased. "To call her an actress!" he used to say. "She has no figure, no deportment, nothing whatever but silliness." In one provincial town the company acted Schiller's "Robbers." Fenogenov played Franz, Masha, Amalie. The tragedian shouted and quivered.
"Only yours," said the lady. "It was our guardian angel's, Amalie. It came in time. We will go within." THE next morning betimes Kenelm visited Tom at his uncle's home. A comfortable and respectable home it was, like that of an owner in easy circumstances.
He sat down on a heavy chop at Charlotte Amalie, and the Sky Wagon gave them a rough ride as he taxied to the pier. Lieutenant Jimmy Kelly was waiting in a Navy sedan with an armed guard in attendance. Rick supervised the refueling of his plane at the pier gasoline depot, a task he would not delegate to anyone else. The presence of attendants made it impossible to talk to the Navy lieutenant.
"How about the men? Where are they?" Scotty asked. "Down below. Locked up, with an armed guard at the door." Steve Ames finished his coffee and sat back with a sigh of satisfaction. "I'm happy," he announced. The boys grinned. He looked it. "Glad you wound this up so fast," Zircon boomed. "When will you return to Charlotte Amalie?" Steve looked at Jimmy Kelly. "You in a hurry?" "Not particularly.
Arrangements for a beach house had been made for them by a friend of Zircon's, and not until they landed at Charlotte Amalie would they get the details. The same friend, Dr. Paul Ernst, had also arranged for a boat, to be used as a diving tender. Rick was tempted to land in the smooth water off the western shore. The Sky Wagon had been equipped with pontoons for that very purpose.
"In view of our discussion, it would seem that either Rick or Scotty or both must fly to Charlotte Amalie and tell him personally." Scotty pointed at the sky. "Have any of you looked up there?" All of them did. The moon was just rising, and there was enough light to see heavy cirrus moving high overhead. "There's a front of some kind moving down on us," Scotty said.
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