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"Perhaps we have hit upon it," said Mr. Stephens suddenly. "What do you think, Monsieur Baroff?" "I do not think at all!" he said pettishly. "I am far too absorbed in my own tiresome job that of keeping my young Princes and Grand Dukes out of scrapes to trouble about this peculiar affair. But to return to what I was saying. You are of course aware that Mr.
"I've left letters with Fritzi Baroff," said Hill, "and if we're not back by morning, she's to go to the authorities with them." "That won't do us any good," said the Englishman grimly. But after the ladies returned it was a very merry-seeming tea party.
The letter ran as follows: Dear Sir, I am requested by the official who has the Dampier affair in hand to ask you if you will come here this afternoon at three o'clock. As I shall be present and can act as interpreter, it will not be necessary for you to be accompanied as you were before. Yours faithfully, Ivan Baroff. What an extraordinary thing! Up to the present time Mr.
"Oh, he is a devil!" her companion was reaffirming with an angry little half-whisper sibilant with fury. "Look how he treat me me, Fritzi Baroff! You do not know me? You do not know that name? In Vienna it is not so unknown Oh, God, I was so happy in Vienna!"
So I pushed it open and came down the tiny stairs that end out there in the passage way, and I opened your panel. Now I must steal back, but I shall come again, and we must plan." "But where does this secret passage go?" Arlee had followed over the bed, and held aside the heavy draperies while the little Baroff was pushing the panel softly and carefully open.
"You don't mean she'd want to tell about it!" he ejaculated with unplumbed horror. Billy was suddenly sobered. "Well, nobody but you and I and the Baroff know it now," he said, "and I think we can keep the Baroff's mouth shut.... I'll see her in the morning. You'd better get in a nap to-morrow, and I will, too, for we'll want steady nerves. Good night; I'm glad you're going with me."
"Granted there's a girl you can't be sure it's Miss Beecher," he maintained doggedly. "This Baroff girl had no idea of her name. Now Miss Beecher would have told her name, the very first thing, it appears to me, and the names of her friends in Cairo, asking for the Baroff's offices in getting a letter to me us." "She may have been too hurried to get to it. She had so many questions to ask.
Late as he went to sleep, Billy B. Hill was up in good season that Sunday morning. The need for cautioning Fritzi Baroff haunted him, and he was not satisfied until he had had breakfast with that lively young lady and laid down the law to her upon the situation. She was very loath not to talk about herself at first.
"My letters letters for Baroff," she demanded of the clerk. "None yet. Then my room, please.... But I sent a wire from Alexandria. That stupid maid," she turned to explain to Billy, her air the last stand of outraged patience.
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