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I think every one in Valoro by this time put us down as an engaged couple; especially as old Don Juan seemed a consenting party or discreetly blind to our proceedings. St. Nivel told me afterwards of a conversation he overheard between two American attachés at Donna Elvira's. "I guess," remarked the "Military" to the "Naval," "that Englishman's goin' to walk off with old d'Alta's girl."
Ethel affected to laugh at the suffragists, but in her heart I believe she would have liked to join them, and perhaps would have done so but for her brother. "No," I answered; "what's the matter with me?" "Look at your coat," replied St. Nivel, pointing to the breast of that garment.
On the way down the winding staircase, a thought struck me. "What has become of that body," I asked, "that was found on Lansdown yesterday morning?" "What body?" replied my two cousins together. "The body of an old lady." "We have heard nothing of it," replied St. Nivel, "and we ought to have done so. But you have not told us what happened to you."
The reason of this was obvious, the rope had been fixed round one of the battlements and it had not been sufficiently strong to maintain the weight of the three men. The two lowest had probably got off with a shaking, the man who had got on the rope last had lost his life. All this was perfectly evident. "Who is it?" shouted Lord St. Nivel to the keeper below.
Nivel was really the only perfectly unconcerned member of our party, and it was through his persevering attendances on the promenade deck, that I became acquainted with a young lady who will figure largely in these pages, although she in reality was by no means of commanding stature, but one of those charming petite persons whose mission in life appears to be to exemplify what extraordinarily choice pieces of human goods can be made up in small parcels.
Presently we drew up at a very plain front door, and were immediately reconnoitred through a small wicket hole. "The janitor," observed St. Nivel, "is evidently taking stock of us, and for that reason, Bill, I feel thankful that you have put on that new Norfolk suit; it gives the whole party a classy appearance." The survey seemed satisfactory.
I saw it all now a carefully prepared plan! Then I roared with laughter, much to the astonishment of Ethel and St. Nivel. "They've had all their trouble for nothing," I gasped, simply stamping with delight; "the silly fools have got nothing!" But I was wrong; they had got my brand new cigar case given me by Ethel with my initials on it and full of St.
Dolores even lighted my cigarette for me, but soon after her aunt took her away to prepare to leave the train. "What on earth made you hand that poor devil of a brigand chief that box of cigars, Jack?" I asked St. Nivel, when we were alone with Ethel, and he had restored my precious casket to me; "he might have taken it and got the whole shoot." "At that moment," replied St.
Nivel apparently knew all about it, for he sat back in his seat with a curse between his teeth. "What does it mean?" asked Ethel and I, almost in a breath. "It means," answered St. Nivel, "that we are going to be robbed." "Oh, my God!" cried poor Ethel, "I hope they won't murder us!" By the white look on St.
In the contemplation of the varied charms of Dolores d'Alta, I almost forgot my precious casket, confided in fear and trembling to the care of the captain, and locked up by him in the ship's strong room in my presence and in the presence of St. Nivel.
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