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I have an engagement to breakfast with Baron von Marhof at his house at eight o'clock in the morning, and if I am not there every agency of the government will be put to work to find you, Mr. Jules Chauvenet, and these other scoundrels who travel with you." "You are violent, my dear sir " began Durand, whose wits were coming back to him much quicker than Chauvenet's.
The man dropped the rifle into his arm without taking his eyes from Chauvenet. He said succinctly, but still with his drawl: "You air a liar, seh!" Chauvenet took a step forward, looked again into the rifle barrel, and stopped short. Fanny, bored by the prolonged interview, bent her neck and nibbled at a weed.
Shirley and Chauvenet left the venerable Justice, and Mrs. Sanderson intercepted them at once. "To think of all these beautiful things in our own America!" exclaimed Shirley. "And you, Mr. Armitage, " "Among the other curios, Miss Claiborne," laughed John, taking her hand. "But I haven't introduced you yet" began Mrs. Sanderson, puzzled. "No; the King Edward did that. We crossed together.
"Professor Chauvenet enumerates among 'accidental errors in observing, those arising from imperfections in the senses, as 'the imperfection of the eye in measuring small spaces; of the ear, in estimating small intervals of time; of the touch, in the delicate handling of an instrument. "A girl's eye is trained from early childhood to be keen.
If Chauvenet was on his way to America it was possible that he would carry with him the important paper whose loss had caused so much anxiety to the Austrian minister; if so, where was it during his stay in Geneva? "The old man's death is only the first step. We require a succession of deaths." "We require three, to be explicit, not more or less.
The two men were dressed in rough clothes, as for an outing, and in spite of the habitual trifling tone of their talk, they wore a serious air. Durand's eyes danced with excitement and he twisted his mustache nervously. Chauvenet had gone to Washington to meet Durand, to get from him news of the progress of the conspiracy in Vienna, and, not least, to berate him for crossing the Atlantic.
It is unpardonable! I can only offer you reparation anything you ask," stammered Chauvenet. "You are looking for John Armitage, are you?" demanded Claiborne hotly, without heeding Chauvenet's words. "Mr. Armitage is not here; he was in Storm Springs to-night, at my house. He is a brave gentleman, and I warn you that you will injure him at your peril.
"That is none of your affair," replied Chauvenet, frowning. "I am quite content with my progress. I have not finished in that matter." "Neither, it would seem, has Mr. John Armitage! But I am quite well satisfied to leave it to you. In a few days we shall know much more than we do now. I should be happier if you were in charge in Vienna. A false step there ugh!
The little soldier is yet to reckon with; but we are three; and Zmai did quite well with the potato sack." Chauvenet rode ahead and addressed a few words to Zmai. "The little man must be found before we finish. There must be no mistake about it."
His own plans were now quite unsettled by his interview with Von Stroebel. He fully expected Chauvenet in Geneva; the man had apparently been on cordial terms with the Claibornes; and as he had seemed to be master of his own time, it was wholly possible that he would appear before the Claibornes left Geneva.
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