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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Don't you know you should not have killed those men?" demanded Lorry. They surveyed him in amazement, except Anguish, who had buried his face in his hands dejectedly. "And, sir, I'd like to know why not?" blustered Dangloss.
Beverly looked about the room in perplexity. "But there has been no messenger here," she said. "He left here some minutes before you came. I knew who it was that came knocking at our gates, even though she traveled as Princess Yetive of Graustark." "And, oh! that reminds me, Baron Dangloss, Baldos still believes me to be the princess. Is it necessary to to tell him the truth about me?
They say that fierce little Baron Dangloss, in striving to suppress a guffaw, choked so impressively that there was a momentary doubt as to his ever getting over it alive. "He is a mountebank a meddler, that's what he is. The sooner we come to realise it, the better," exclaimed the over-heated Duke. "He has greater influence over our beloved Prince than any one else in the royal household.
Lorry," said Beverly, with proper pride. "Baron Dangloss, your minister of police, is in these mountains watching the operations of Axphain scouts and spies." "Is he? You are very well posted, it seems." "Moreover, the Axphainians are planning to attack Ganlook upon the first signal from their ruler.
You see a prince has such a lot of things to trouble him. Wars and murders and everything." "Thank you, Prince Robin," said King, placing the stone in the little hand. "I couldn't have got on without it. May it always serve you as well." "Noblesse oblige, Baron," said Prince Robin gravely. "Hello!" in an excited whisper. "Here's Baron Dangloss. He's been in his own gaol!" Truxton withdrew.
Riders from the frontier posts to the south came in with the report that all was quiet in the threatened district. Dawsbergen was lying quiescent, but with the readiness of a skulking dog. There was absolutely no solution to the mystery connected with the fires on the mountain sides. Baldos was questioned privately and earnestly by Lorry and Dangloss.
"There was nothing to be found in the bowls and jars except soapy water. There is not a blood stain in the room, Captain." "That shakes your theory a little, eh?" cried Anguish, triumphantly. "Examine Mr. Lorry's hands and see if there is blood upon them." Lorry's hands were white and uncontaminated. Dangloss wore a pucker on his blow.
The other fellow flew toward the dining-hall, where he was nabbed by two white uniformed men and throttled. Other men in white they were regular police officers pounced upon me, and I was a prisoner. By George, I was knocked off my feet the next minute to see old Dangloss himself come puffing and blowing into the hall, redder and fiercer than ever.
"Ask if Baron Dangloss is in Ganlook, and, if he is, command them to take me to him immediately," she whispered to Baldos, a sudden inspiration seizing her. She would lay the whole matter before the great chief of police, and trust to fortune. Her hand fell impulsively upon his and, to her amazement, it was as cold as ice. "What is the matter?" she cried in alarm.
The black patch once more covered his eye with defiant assertiveness. "They tell me you are Baldos, a goat-hunter," said Baron Dangloss, eyeing him keenly. "Yes." "And you were hurt in defending one who is of much consequence in Graustark. Sit down, my good fellow." Baldos' eyes gleamed coldly for an instant. Then he sank into a chair.
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