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Robin grasped the situation in a flash. His own identity had been revealed to the Judge. It was not likely that the daughter of William Blithers could create such lively interest in a French court of justice, so it must be that Gourou or Quinnox had come to the rescue. The court would not think of fining a prince of the royal blood, law or no law!
I have asked him to come to luncheon with us to-morrow, and to bring Mr. Dank." "Good Lord, will wonders never " "But I did not include the still invisible Mr. Gourou. I was afraid that you would be too uncomfortable under the hawk-like eye of the gentleman who so kindly warned us at the Pavilion Bleu." There was gentle raillery in her manner. "I shall expect you to join us, Mr. Schmidt.
It stood close to the curb and the engine was throbbing, proof in itself that some one had but recently deserted his post as guardian. "The obliging man-hunters," suggested Robin in reply to a low-voiced question. "Or your guardian angel, the great Gourou!" she said, frowning slightly. "By the way, Mr. Schmidt. do you expect to be under surveillance during your stay at Interlaken?"
"I've I've got it!" cried the soldier, and then sank back in his chair, quite out of breath. The Baron got up and took a peep into the hallway, and then carefully locked the door. "What are you locking the door for?" demanded Dank, sitting up suddenly. "It's only a theory that I've got but it is wonderful. Absolutely staggering." "Oh!" said Gourou, but he did not unlock the door. "A theory, eh?"
It is beneath the dignity of either Baron Gourou or myself to reply to your ungenerous charge." "I beg your pardon," said Robin, but without lowering his head. He was not convinced. The barb of suspicion had entered his brain. Were they, after all, responsible for Bedelia's flight?
He came back and stood facing the young man. "Count," began Dank excitedly, "you remember the big red letter B on all of her trunks, don't you? Hobbs is positive he " Count Quinnox sprang to his feet and banged the table with his fist. "By jove!" he shouted, suddenly comprehending. "The letter B?" queried Gourou, perplexed.
Pray do not come back to us with the news that she is engaged to R. Schmidt," said Gourou significantly. Robin smiled reflectively. "That would make a jolly adventure of it, wouldn't it?" At three o'clock, a big limousine swung under the porte cochere at the Ritz and a nimble footman hopped down and entered the hotel. Robin was waiting just inside the doors.
"I cannot resist her at sixty-two, my friend. She is adorable." "I do not blame him. It is fate. She is fate. Our work is done, my friend. We have served our country well, but fate has taken the matter out of our hands. There is nothing left for us to do but to fold our arms and wait." Gourou revealed his inscrutable smile as he pulled at his thin, scraggly moustache.
"I think this may account for the two man-hunters," said he. His companions stared. "You will hear all about them from Gourou. We were followed this afternoon." "Followed?" gasped Quinnox. "Beautifully," said the Prince, with his brightest smile. "Detectives, you know. It was ripping." "My God!" groaned the Count. "I fancy you'll now agree with me that she is Miss Blithers," said Dank forlornly.
"Good morning, Mr. Schmidt," said the newcomer, and Robin somewhat gruffly demanded what the deuce he meant by following him. "I have some interesting news," said Baron Gourou quietly, removing his hat to wipe a damp brow. He also took the time to recover his breath after some rather sharp dodging of automobiles in order to attain his present position of security.
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