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"And Mr. Breitmann?" He smiled. "He fought with the Turks to chastise Greece, which he loves." "What adventures you two must have had! To be on opposing sides, like that!" "Opposing newspapers. The two angles of vision made our copy interesting. There was really no romance about it. It was purely a business transaction. We offered our lives and our pencils for a hundred a week and our expenses.
"Drop into my room before you turn in," urged Fitzgerald to Cathewe. "That I shall, my boy. I've some questions to ask of you." But a singular idea came into creation, and this was for him, Cathewe, to pay Breitmann a visit on the way to Fitzgerald's room. Not one man in a thousand would have dared put this idea into a plan of action.
The doctor had had a nurse with him, and had begged the mother to accompany them to the hospital, saying that he would send her back. But she would not be persuaded to leave the house. The doctor could not wait, and had finally gone off with little. Dicky, leaving a powder with Mrs. Breitmann for the mother. Then she had become uncontrollable. "Ach, it was terrible!" said the kind woman.
"What is it?" she cried, the bands of terror about her heart loosening. "As a hero I'm a picture," he answered. "Why, I had an idea that Breitmann was off to-night to dig up the treasure himself. Gone! And only one blow struck, and I in front of it!" "Breitmann?" exclaimed Laura. She caught her dressing-gown closer about her throat. "Yes. The temptation was too great. How did you get here?"
As he seized his hat and left the room he had the idea of telephoning for a nurse, when he almost ran into some one in the upper hall, and recognized the stout German woman, Mrs. Breitmann. "Mrs. Garvin" he said, "she ought not to be left " "I am just now going," said Mrs. Breitmann. "I stay with her until her husband come."
Racing his horses all through the night, scouring for fresh ones at dawn and finding them, and away again, climbing, turning, climbing round this pass, over that bridge, through this cut, thus flew Breitmann, the passion of haste upon him. By this tremendous pace he succeeded in arriving at Evisa before the admiral had covered half the distance to Carghese.
That is why Pierre Picard was allowed to drink his soup in the forecastle mess. Breitmann continued on, oblivious to all things save his cogitations. He swung round the bridge. He believed that he and Cathewe could henceforth proceed on parallel lines, and there was much to be grateful for.
Breitmann," interposed the admiral pacifically, for he was too keen a sailor not to have noted the chill in the air, "suppose we send off those letters? Here, I'll write the names and addresses, and you can finish them up by yourself. Please call up Captain Flanagan at Swan's Hotel and tell him to report this afternoon."
He rushed again to the deck and sought Captain Flanagan, who was enjoying a pipe forward. "Captain, where is Mr. Breitmann?" "Breitmann? Oh, he went ashore in one of the fruit-boats. Missed th' motor." "Did he take any luggage?" "Baggage?" corrected Captain Flanagan. "Nothin' but his hat, sir. Anythin' wrong?" "Oh, no! We missed him at breakfast."
He was not afraid of Breitmann; he was foreigner enough to accept at once his place, and to appreciate that he and this girl stood at the two ends of the world. And Breitmann's mind, which had, up to this time, been deep and unruffled as a pool, became strangely disturbed. The time moved on to luncheon. Breitmann took the part of listener, and spoke only when addressed. "I must tell you, Mr.
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