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It was a handsome piece of polished partridge wood, surmounted by a handsomely wrought head of gold. "This will make an interesting souvenir to keep aboard the boat," mused Benson, swinging the stick as he continued his walk. At the veranda Jack came face to face with Mlle. Nadiboff, just returning from an unaccompanied stroll down by the water front.
"Flatter the young fellow! Make him dance attendance on you to the point that he forgets all else," whispered the man. "Trust me for that," murmured the girl. "I do." And M. Lemaire was gone, swallowed up in the increasing throng. As Jack Benson brought the glass of water Mlle. Nadiboff sipped at it daintily.
"Captain, you are a stranger here at Spruce Beach?" murmured Mlle. Nadiboff, directing the full gaze of her luminous eyes at Jack's. "Yes, truly." "I go motoring at eleven in the morning. I shall expect you here, at that hour, to drive with me." Jack looked as regretful as he felt. "I'm very, very sorry, Mademoiselle" he replied. "But I am here on duty, and "
Nadiboff," he sent back to her, "I trust you will never want for the most reliable friends." He turned down the veranda to go toward the office door, when he encountered another surprise. Leaning against one of the posts stood Kamanako, as natty and trim as though he had come from the tailor's. Looking up with a most friendly smile, the little Japanese saluted. "Why, how do you do?"
Jack had heard the conversation, and so knew, without asking, for what they were now heading. As they drew closer they discovered other automobiles near the old castle. "The place has several visitors to-day?" hinted Hal. "Oh, yes; it is one of the show spots of this section," replied Mlle. Nadiboff. "It does well enough to look about there for a few minutes.
"Yes, beyond a doubt," Jack assured her. "It must seem strange to be a spy," murmured the young woman. "It must give one a strange feeling." "Yes, and a mighty mean feeling," agreed Jack, coolly. As he spoke he raised his eyes carelessly to her face. He did not make the glance so significant as to betray his real thoughts. Mlle. Nadiboff did not flinch nor change color under that brief scrutiny.
The jewels that she wore must have cost a fortune. The girl herself was a finished product in the arts of good breeding and grace. As M. Lemaire approached her, this girl recognized him with a smile and a half-quizzical look. "Ah, good evening, Mademoiselle Nadiboff," murmured M. Lemaire, as he bent low before the handsome young woman. "I am charmed."
"Did you hear that?" murmured Jack, interestedly. "A real, old dungeon, with an interesting history." "Such a history merely afflicts me with a shudder," replied Mlle. Nadiboff, shrugging her shoulders. "By Jove, I believe I'd like to have just a glimpse of that old dungeon, Mademoiselle, if I am not tiring you or wasting your time." "You will have to go alone, then," replied the young woman.
"Captain Benson, I will make you one more offer but it must be the last. Listen!" Yet that word was followed by three or four utterly mysterious words, uttered in a low voice in Arabic. "Yes," nodded Mlle. Nadiboff, as Jack glanced from one to the other, "but this must be the last offer."
"Duty?" she interrupted, with a light laugh. "And pray what is duty, Captain, but a something with which to flavor our pleasures in life?" "With me, Mlle. Nadiboff," Jack Benson replied, earnestly, "duty is everything, pleasure included." "I am not accustomed to having my commands disregarded," exclaimed the young woman, though in a low tone, while her eyes flashed some of her displeasure.
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