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"Well, señorita, I may as well tell you, I suppose. It is the rule not to enter this valley until after dark. I expect the Americanos to arrive about ten o'clock." "The Americanos?" "Si, there will be three in the party, one of them a man from New York, who has business with me." Miss Donovan's decision was rapidly made, her mind instantly grasping the situation.
It pleased him to think that Steinwitz would immediately go out and buy an enormous photograph of the Emperor; that he would send it out to Salissa with perfect confidence in the effect it would produce. It was also pleasant to think of Konrad Karl and Madame Ypsilante making efforts to get rid of the remains of Donovan's money by scattering it about the streets of Paris.
It impresses most people. Your story has a much better chance of being believed and repeated if you tell it on the authority of some one unnamed and vaguely described than it has if you merely say "young Smith, the cashier in my bank, told me to-day, that...." "I am alluding," said Sir Bartholomew, "to a report that has reached us of an escapade of Miss Donovan's.
Waring swung the canteen from his shoulder and carefully hung the strap over Donovan's wrist. "There's your money, Bill. Count it and give me a receipt." Donovan, with the dusty canteen dangling from his arm, looked exceedingly foolish. Waring turned to Quigley. "Bill's got a stroke," he said, smiling. "Quigley, give me a receipt for a thousand dollars." "Sure!" said Quigley, relieved.
But before she had started this short journey, a yellow piece of paper, closely folded, slipped from her belt where it had been tucked. "It's the telegram! The one of which they were speaking." Miss Donovan's voice whispered dramatically as her eyes swept the tiny clue within their ambit. Willis started.
The gunman paused halfway across the office. Quigley fidgeted. The assistant superintendent stole a glance at Donovan's broad back and smiled. All three seemed waiting for Waring to speak. Quigley rather enjoyed the situation. The assistant superintendent's scalp prickled with restrained excitement. He rose and stepped to Donovan. "Mr. Donovan, Mr. Waring is here."
"If yer do hunt him up, Jim," he said confidentially, "you better go heeled." Westcott laughed. The first shock of the discovery of Miss Donovan's disappearance had passed, and he was himself again. He must have time to think and arrange some plan and, above all, must retain a clear mind and proceed coolly. "All right, old man," he said easily. "I'll try and look out for myself.
He took them from his pocket as he spoke and held them out for inspection. He had certainly got two eggs. Phillips was puzzled. Men seldom search for hens' eggs they never find them in sea caves. "Just enough for Mr. Donovan's breakfast, sir." "Do you happen to know, Smith" Phillips asked his question abruptly "whether any one has been living in the palace lately?
I wonder how many glasses of brandy-and-water she swallows at evening exercise, as she calls it, over a chapter of Timothy?" "'I would not recall the past, but for the purpose of wholesome admonition. The year before you married, and gave up the godless life of soldiering, can you forget that I found you, at one in the morning in Bridget Donovan's room?
"What's the matter?" he scowled, and his voice was like the bark of a dog to Mrs. Donovan's nervous ear. "What's the matter?" It was Mrs. Schuneman who told him. She had never dared to speak to him before. He looked oddly from one to the other and last of all at Mary Rose whose upper lip just wouldn't stay stiff. "It is only what you should expect," he said, as he went on up the stairs.
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