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I would have watched it on to the cart, and I would have accompanied it to the Avenue Cha Coua, I would even have helped in carrying him up to Mademoiselle Zinca Klork! And what a double explosion of joy there would have been when Kinko jumped through the panel to fall into the arms of the fair Roumanian! But no!
"He asked you to come and tell me he had arrived?" "Yes but you understand he is very tired after so long a journey " "Tired?" "Oh! do not be alarmed " "Is he ill?" "Yes rather rather ill " "Then I will go I must see him I pray you, sir, come with me to the station " "No; that would be an imprudence remain here remain " Zinca Klork looked at me fixedly. "The truth, monsieur, the truth!
Do not forget that Mademoiselle Zinca Klork, evidently the most lovely of Roumanians, is expecting you at Pekin, etc." Behold me then following him without appearing to do so. Amid all this hurry to and fro he is in little danger of being noticed. Neither Popof nor any of the company's servants would suspect him to be a swindler. Is he going towards the gate to escape me? No!
Was there no one in the case, not even Zeitung? Were these really glass goods exported to Miss Zinca Klork, Avenue Cha-Coua, Pekin, China? No! Feeble as it is, I detect a movement inside the case! It becomes more distinct, and I ask if the panel is going to slide, if the prisoner is coming out of his prison to breathe the fresh air?
Besides, it will be a pleasure to me to make the acquaintance of Mademoiselle Zinca Klork. I will be there when they deliver the box, the precious box. I will help her to get the nails out of it " "The nails out of it, Monsieur Bombarnac? My panel? Ah, I will jump through my panel!" A terrible clap of thunder interrupted our conversation.
To call in the Avenue Cha Coua before the delivery of the unhappy case to Mademoiselle Zinca Klork. I arise. Ah! If Kinko had not succumbed, I should have returned to the railway station I should have assisted, as I had promised, in the unloading of the precious package.
It was on the first floor, the window of which opened on to the avenue, that the young Roumanian lived, and where, having learned her trade as a milliner in Paris, she was engaged in it at Pekin. I go up to the first floor. I read the name of Madame Zinca Klork on a door. I knock. The door is opened. I am in the presence of a young lady who is perfectly charming, as Kinko said.
In fact, knowing his secret is known to the person who spoke to him through the panel of his case, suppose the idea occurred to him to get out at one of the stations, give up his journey, and abandon his attempt to rejoin Mademoiselle Zinca Klork, so as to escape the company's pursuit?
There is no doubt, in our opinion, but what it will end in a wedding as soon as the train arrives. Both will have their romance of the rail. Frankly, I like that of Kinko and Zinca Klork much better. It is true the pretty Roumanian is not here!
The address is on the box." "True." "As to Mademoiselle Zinca Klork " "She is a young Roumanian. I knew her in Paris, where she was learning the trade of a milliner. Oh, charming " "I am sure upon it. You need not dwell on that." "She also returned to Bucharest, until she was invited to take the management of a dressmaker's at Pekin. We loved, monsieur; she went and we were separated for a year.
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