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Let us endeavor to enter the Italian camp and find out what is going on? I can pass easily as a member of a shooting party who has lost his way. They will not slay me at sight on that account. At any rate, I am quite prepared to risk it." "The very thing!" exclaimed Mrs. Haxton, springing out of her chair. "Abdullah is there, and you know him. You must not appear.
Alfieri turned his lambent glance on Mrs. Haxton, but the Governor stopped the imminent outburst. "I said 'in silence," he roared, stretching a hand to grasp a bell- rope. Alfieri, with a fierce gesture of disdain, went out. His Excellency bowed to the lady. "Two minutes," he murmured. "The wine on the table is Capri. You will find it grateful after this somewhat heated interview." But Mrs.
I meant to ask him, but forgot it in my excitement." "He will be here in a few minutes," said she, with a livelier interest. There was a knock at the door. A negro waiter had something to say, and she gathered from a jumble of Italian and Arabic that a native wished to see the Signora Haxton.
Farr entered by the kitchen door and stood there, looking in with some confusion on the girl and child. "It is only Zelie Dionne; she is my boarder," the woman informed him. "She is a good girl and she has the very nice job in the cloth-hall of the big Haxton mill. She lives with me because I was neighbor of her good folks in the Tadousac country, so far away from here in our Canada. Come!
His present intent was to slip away and seek an interview with Mrs. Haxton, as he had managed to worm out the information that she was on board the yacht. The last thing he desired was to be dragged into prominence.
Several minor rills of events combined to produce this tempestuous torrent at the door of the Hotel Grande del Universe, and any level- headed man acquainted with their meanderings might come to the just conclusion that Irene had been kidnapped in mistake for Mrs. Haxton.
"And that is?" "That Stump and some of our men should escort you and Mrs. Haxton back to Pajura, and let our Austrian friend ride his hobby to death. And believe me, I am not consulting my own wishes in saying that." "Don't you wish to return?" "No. I love this arid land.
The captain had half risen to hail Dick when Mrs. Haxton stopped him. "Let them go on," she cried. "They would not take my advice. Now they will find that we have beaten them by a good five minutes." Stump knew quite well, of course, that a broad-beamed English boat could not compete with the long, slim Somali craft, but he was aware also that Miss Fenshawe and Royson wished to land in company.
Of course, there were some slight elements in her favor. The blunder which had placed her enemy at loggerheads with the authorities gave her a momentary advantage. The man's lust for vengeance might, indeed, sweep aside her attack, but she must risk that. Had fate been kinder, Mrs. Haxton was cast in the mold that produces notable women.
"No, sir. I think not. Indeed, I am almost positive she has not heard of it." "Then why are you here?" "Mrs. Haxton sent me with a message to Baron von Kerber." "Mrs. Haxton probably guessed what would happen. Some scoundrel named Alfieri, who has tried more than once to steal my poor friend's secret, has gained the ear of the Italian foreign minister.
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