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Together they consulted until midnight. Shortly after daybreak the morning following. Count Marlanx was in the train for Vienna, never to set foot on Graustark's soil again. He was banished and his estates confiscated by the government. The ministry in Edelweiss was not slow to reopen negotiations with Dawsbergen.
"Who made such an accusation?" he demanded. "Count Marlanx is our informant." "Then Count Marlanx lies," came coolly from the guard. A snarl of fury burst from the throat of the deposed general. His eyes were red and his tongue was half palsied by rage. "Dog! Dog!" he shouted, running down the steps. "Infamous dog! I swear by my soul that he "
Tullis was completely bowled over by the curt information that the Countess Marlanx had left Edelweiss before six that morning, to join her husband, who was shooting wild boars with a party in Axphain. "When does she return?" demanded the American, scarcely believing his ears. She had said nothing of this the night before. What could it mean? "I do not know, sir." "In a day or two?"
Loraine, her merry eyes now dark with anxiety, her cheeks white with resolution, turned upon John Tullis. "You might leave the rescue of the Countess to the proper authorities the police," she said calmly. "I think it is your duty as an American to head the search for Mr. King. If Count Marlanx has spirited his wife away, pray, who has a better right?" "But we are not sure that he "
Late in the evening he received a visit from Marlanx, the new master. The Iron Count, lighted by a ghostly lantern in the hands of a man who, ten hours before, had been a prisoner within these very walls, came up to the narrow grating that served as a door and gazed complacently upon the once great minister of police. "Well," said Dangloss, his eyes snapping, "what is it, damn you?"
The dark looks of the men were softened when the arm of the princess went about the stranger and drew her close. "Bah! Some wanton or other!" sneered Marlanx. "But a pretty one, by the gods. Baldos has always shown his good taste," Baldos glared at him like a tiger restrained. "Before God, you will have those words to unsay," he hissed.
If she doesn't come out for a stroll in the park, I fancy I'll never see her Heigho! I wish something would happen! Why doesn't Marlanx begin bombarding? It's getting devilish monotonous here." He strolled off to the stables, picking up Mr. Hobbs on the way. "Hobbs," he said, "we've got to find John Tullis, that's all there is to it."
"I am much wiser than when Baldos first came to serve you. We were quite a distance behind Count Marlanx, I assure you." "Then he heard something?" asked Beverly anxiously. "He has been in a detestable mood ever since we rejoined him. Could he have heard anything disagreeable?" "No; on the contrary, it was quite agreeable."
She was little more than a girl, this wife of old Marlanx, and yet how wise, how clever, how brilliant she was! A face of unusual pallor and extremely patrician in its modelling, surmounted by a coiffure so black that it could be compared only to ebony black and almost gleaming with the life that was in it.
"Hold on, Tullis," interrupted King soberly. "I wouldn't say that if I were you. The Duke was wounded by the dynamiters and I understand he lies on his bed and curses Marlanx from morning till night. He prays constantly that his daughter may be freed from the old scoundrel." "The Countess Ingomede has anything been heard from her?" asked Tullis. He had been thinking of her for days and nights.
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