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To conquer a people and a government by light opera it can't be done here. And so the American Comic Opera Company at the present moment is vegetating in some little pensione, waiting for money from home." Merrihew gnawed the end of his cane. All his pleasant dreams had burst like soap-bubbles. Had they not always done so?
Merrihew took the cigar from his teeth and went through the pantomime of tossing it out of the window. "Si, si!" assented the conductor, delighted that he was finally understood. "You might have given me the tip," Merrihew grumbled across to Hillard. He viewed the halfburnt perfecto ruefully and filliped it through the window. "How should I know smoking was prohibited?"
"Perhaps your knowledge of women is more extensive than mine," said Hillard, without the least irony. But this flattery did not appeal to Merrihew. "Bosh! There's something you haven't told me about that makes you so indifferent." This was a shrewd guess, but Hillard had his reasons for not letting his friend see how close he had shot. "A lady? Grace of Mary, that is droll!"
"No nonsense, Kitty," interposed Merrihew. "I've some rights now. You will have this villa to-night." "I refuse," replied Kitty simply. Hillard slipped into the pause. "Did you issue those invitations yourself?" he asked this strange, incomprehensible woman. "Do you believe that?" La Signorina demanded, with narrowing eyes. "I don't know what to believe. But I repeat the question."
This one inspector is impervious to money or smooth speeches. He is the law personified, inexorable. "Tell him to keep the cigars, but let us go!" Merrihew begged. No, that would not do. Monsieur had not declared the cigars. If he persisted, the government would confiscate the cigars, but in place of duty there would be a large fine.
"And the Lady in the Mask?" asked Merrihew, as they at length stood up, preparatory to going down-stairs. "I must relegate her to the fog she came out of. But it would be a frightful thing if if " He hesitated to form the words. But Merrihew had no such scruple. "If the silver and plate were missing when the Sandfords return?" "Oh, bosh! It's all some joke, and I'm the butt of it.
They gave chase, but couldn't find hide nor hair of him." Merrihew looked significantly at Hillard, who signed to him to be silent. "I am glad that we can sail Saturday," said Kitty. She was very tired. "So am I," echoed Smith. "All I want is a heart-to-heart talk with old Broadway. Never again for mine!" "Go on!" said O'Mally. "You'll be talking about this for the next ten years."
Merrihew looked around in vain for his distinguished acquaintance. "What did you give the porter?" Hillard asked as they drove off. "Porter? I didn't see any porter." "Why, the chap who took your luggage from the customs." "Good Lord! was that the porter? Why, I thought he was a personal friend of yours and an admiral in the Italian navy. I shook hands with him!" Hillard shouted with laughter.
Tracks in the dust, a strange cut in the neck of the horse, and a scabbard minus its saber. Now, what the devil shall I do with the blamed sword?" Dead! Hillard sat down on the edge of the bed. Dead! Then she was free, free. "What shall I do with it?" demanded Merrihew a second time. "The sword? You really brought it?" "Yes. And if they find us with it "
In that hour or so Merrihew saw more varied uniforms than he had seen in all his past life; perambulating parrakeets which glittered, smoked cigarettes or black cigars with straws in them, and drank coffee out of tumblers. He readily imagined that he was surrounded by enough dukes and princes and counts to run a dozen kingdoms, with a few left over for the benefit of the American market.
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