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"I have an idea that he will marry the girl he loves, no matter who she may be." Count Quinnox and Baron Gourou exchanged glances. These two men were guilty of having kept from their colleagues all information concerning a certain Miss Guile. They, as well as Dank, were bound by a promise exacted by their sovereign prince. They alone knew that Mr.
Even through the veil he could see that her eyes were wide with was it alarm or anger? "A man named Gourou. He is a detective engaged on a piece of work for Mr. Totten." "Is it a part of his duty to watch your movements?" she asked, leaning forward. "No. He is my friend, however," said Robin steadily."
As Robin ripped it open with his finger, Baron Gourou entered the room, but not without giving vent to a slight cough in the way of an announcement. "You forget, highness, that I am a short man and not possessed of legs that travel by yards instead of feet," he panted. "Forgive me for lagging behind. I did my best to keep up with you."
Through the little window in the back of the car he saw a big, swift-moving automobile not more than a quarter of a mile in their rear. "Would you like to verify the report of my friend Gourou?" he asked, his voice quick with exhilaration. She knelt with one knee upon the seat and peered back along the road. "There they are!" she cried.
"I happened to be in the Nordbahnhof when she boarded the train at midnight," replied the Baron, unmoved. "Do you never sleep?" demanded Robin hotly. "Not while I am on duty," said Gourou. The Prince was thoughtful, his brow clouding with a troubled frown. "I suppose I shall now have to face my people with the confession that will confirm their worst fears.
Robin stared at his visitor haughtily for a moment and then broke into a good-humoured laugh. "Won't you sit down, Baron? I'll be at liberty in a minute or two," he said, and coolly proceeded to scan the brief message from Miss Guile. "Well," said Gourou, as the young man replaced the letter in the envelope and stuck it into his pocket. Robins's face was glowing with excitement.
I propose that we take quarters in another hotel and leave you and Hobbs to the tender mercies of the enemy. It seems to me that " "Good!" cried Robin. "That's the ticket! I quite agree to that, Baron." Dank was prepared to object but a dark look from Gourou silenced him. "I've talked it over with the Count and he acquiesces," went on the Baron.
Quinnox stopped him with a profound gesture of resignation and a single word: "Kismet!" and Gourou, with his most ironic smile, added: "You may count on us to support the crown, highness, even though we lose our heads." "Thank you," said Robin, flushing. "Just because I appear to have lost my head is no reason for your doing the same, Baron Gourou." The Baron's smile was unfaltering.
Blithers also knew, which was more to the point. But, said Baron Gourou, Graustark knew something that neither the world nor Mr. Blithers knew, and that was its own mind. Never, said he, would Maud Applegate be recognised as the Princess of Graustark, not if she lived for a thousand years and married Robin as many times as she had hairs on her head.
"The newspapers say that she sailed from New York under an assumed name," went on Dank, thrilled by his own amazing cleverness. "There you are! Plain as day. The letter B explains everything. Now we know who Miss Guile really is. She's " "Maud" exclaimed Quinnox, sinking back into his chair. "Miss Blithers!" cried Gourou, divining at last. "By jove!" And thus was the jovian circle completed.
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