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He personally inquired at Ugo's rooms, and always brought back reassuring news, which Quentin doubted and Dickey utterly disbelieved At four o'clock Prince Ugo himself, with Duke Laselli, came to Quentin's rooms with the word that Kapolski was to be taken to a hospital, and that Dr. Gassbeck pronounced his chance for recovery excellent. The prince assured Mr.
"By the way, before I forget it, Prince Ugo, how is the gentleman I shot last night ah, what was his name?" asked Dickey, slapping his leg carelessly with his walking stick "Prince Kapolski is in the hospital, and I fear he cannot recover," said the prince. "I came to tell you this that you may act accordingly and with all the haste possible." "O, I don't know why I should run away.
But the unexpected, the miraculous had happened. His friend, his brother prince, his unwitting tool, had gone down like a log, his vaunted skill surpassed by the marksmanship and courage of an accursed American. To his credit be it said that he did all in his power to preserve the life of Prince Kapolski.
The baron smiled gladly, even approvingly; it was plain that he understood Phil's English fully as well as that gentleman understood his French. Quentin heard his name uttered by Prince Ugo and turned from the baron. "Mr. Quentin, Prince Kapolski tells me he saw our friends, the Saxondales, in London last week. They were preparing to go to their place in the country.
He had assured the Russian that Quentin was no match for him with the weapons common to dueling, and he had led him to believe that he was in little danger of injury, much less death. Kapolski, reckless, a despiser of all things American, eagerly consented to the plan, and Ugo saw a way to rid himself of a dangerous rival without the taint of suspicion besmirching his cloak.
I don't care a continental what the fellow downstairs says; I've got something else to think about." He threw open the lid to one of his trunks and ruthlessly grabbed up some stationery. In a minute he was at the table, writing. "Is Kapolski dead?" asked Dickey. "I don't know and don't care. I'll explain in a minute.
It is now or never with me," said Dickey. "I insist that it is my right to fight this man!" exclaimed Quentin, standing forth. "I first expressed the opinion which Mr. Savage merely echoed and to which Prince Kapolski took exception." "But you did not strike me. In any event, you shall come next, Mr.
"You ought to be kicked downstairs for that." "You will have that to recall, Monsieur, but not until after I have disposed of your valiant friend," exclaimed Kapolski. "We are not in the habit of waiting for a chance to dispose of such affairs," said Quentin, coolly. "We fight when we have a cause and on the spot." "Do you expect civilized men to carry arms into drawing-rooms?" sneered Kapolski.
A voice from behind brought him sharply from a long reverie. "Mr. Quentin, last night, possibly in the heat of excitement, you inferred that I was in some way accountable for the controversy which led to the meeting between Prince Kapolski and your friend. I trust that I misunderstood you."
Afterthought told him how impotent his accusation would have been, for how could he prove that the Russian was acting as an agent? Just before daylight Turk saw them take Prince Kapolski from the hotel in an ambulance, and, considering it his duty, promptly followed in a cab.
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