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I have waited here for you ever so long, wondering what had become of you." "The Governor was such an affable person that he refused to let me go," said Mr. Fenshawe grimly. "He has detained the Baron altogether. But let us go up-stairs. I am pining for that long-deferred tea. Where is Mrs. Haxton?" "She is ill, I am afraid. She found the heat and noise too much for her.
Aren't you consumed with curiosity? Who is in charge of the bridge?" "Mr. Tagg. His stock of information is limited. 'Cleared the islands at four bells; course South-40-East' is practically all he has to say." "It may be, then, that you are good at guessing? Have you not heard that the Baron is with us?" "Yes, Miss Fenshawe, I knew that last night. Indeed, I heard his boat hail the watch.
Fenshawe until the latter gave up an undertaking to land on Italian territory without permission. That he had decided to release the Englishman unconditionally was a further tribute to his good judgment. Having caged the hawk there was no harm in freeing the pigeon. But Alfieri's passionate and ill-advised, attempt to abduct Mrs. Haxton had changed the whole aspect of affairs.
"Just so," said Stump, "I would if I was you." "The really important thing is the whereabouts of our cabins," interrupted Mrs. Haxton's clear drawl. "Take the ladies aft, Mr. Royson, an' let 'em choose their quarters," directed Stump curtly. Dick would have obeyed in silence had not Miss Fenshawe thought fit to help him. She had found Mrs.
Haxton closely while she read that kindly message. Her pallid face was unmoved. Its statuesque rigor gave no hint of the thoughts that raged behind the mask. "Tell Mr. Fenshawe that he has acted exactly as I expected," was her listless reply, and, within five minutes, the small cavalcade started. Mrs. Haxton elected to ride a Somali pony.
"If the agreement stands in the way, I absolve Mr. Royson from any promise he has made. I wanted to guard against treachery, not to tie him down to serve me exclusively." "You asked for obedience and a still tongue, Baron. I have given you both," said Dick. "There is your employer, and mine speak." Von Kerber could not be other than dramatic. He pointed to Mr. Fenshawe with a fine gesture.
Therein, Miss Fenshawe, yea have a first-rate example of deductive reasoning, so I propose that we advance steadily, and look for a cluster of palms. If, happily, their shade is not taken up by other wanderers, you will be out of the sun long before the caravan arrives. What say you?" "Some day I shall stamp my foot and say 'No' shriek it at you, in fact.
Fenshawe," said he, meeting the older man's searching glance unflinchingly. "Why not?" "Because I gave an undertaking to that effect to Baron von Kerber." "But I am your employer, not he." "No, sir. That is not my view of the contract I signed." "Have you a copy of that contract'?" "Yes." "Will you show it to me?"
King, probationary second mate on a small vessel, and not Richard Royson, heir to a baronetcy and rightful successor to an estate with a rent-roll of five thousand a year. Mr. Fenshawe, exceedingly alert for one of his age, helped two ladies to alight. The first was Irene.
Haxton, divining his intent, cried shrilly: "May I ask what new circumstance has brought about this remarkable change in your plans, Mr. Fenshawe? It is true that we have been favored by an extraordinary vision of an Italian expedition at no great distance from our own, but what proof have we that it is successful, or even engaged on an errand similar to ours?"
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