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Irene avoided him ostentatiously while her grandfather was writing, and thereby laid herself open to the unjust suspicion that she was flirting with him. In very truth, she was torn with misgiving, and Royson's share in her thoughts was even less than he imagined. Her quick brain divined that the arrest of von Kerber had only strengthened the Austrian's claim on Mr. Fenshawe's sympathies.
When its saddle cut the summit of the more distant mountain, Stump changed the course sharply. To Royson's surprise, the yacht turned due west, and headed for the point whence the lighthouse had gleamed half an hour earlier. And now, instead of looking ahead, Stump kept his telescope glued on the Cigno.
"Here is my card," he went on rapidly, looking at Royson with calm assurance. "Come and see me this evening, at seven o'clock, and I will make it worth your while." A glance at Royson's clothes told him enough, as he thought, to appraise the value of the assistance given. And he had no idea that his fair companion had really been in such grave danger.
"I am glad to see you have experienced no ill effects from yesterday's shock, Miss Fenshawe," he said. "Not in the least. It was a wonderful escape. Even the victoria leaves hospital this afternoon, I am told." Mr. Fenshawe, whose silvery-white hair and wrinkled skin betokened an age that his erect, spare frame would otherwise have concealed, patted Royson's shoulder. "You did well, Mr.
"That agreement would have been kept by me," said Fenshawe. "You may not be aware that Baron von Kerber pleaded poverty, and I promised to remunerate him for his services, whether we won or lost. I have no doubt he has my letter, duly stamped at Somerset House, carefully packed away with Mr. Royson's agreement."
Though it was more than probable that he was very wealthy, judging from the meager details within Royson's ken, he had the semblance of a university professor rather than a millionaire. "I think the good fortune is wholly mine, sir," said Dick, trying to answer both at once, and puzzled to determine how he could repudiate the name which von Kerber had fastened on to him.
"Meaning that you advise a surprise march on Suleiman's Well, and the massacre of every person who resists as?" inquired Mr. Fenshawe, acidly impatient. "Better that than turn back at the very threshold." "Excellent! The voyage of the Aphrodite would then achieve an international fame which would survive the ages." The blank despair in von Kerber's face won Royson's pity.
He would have gone without another word had not von Kerber touched his arm. "You have not taken my card," said the man imperiously. Some mischievous impulse, born of the turbulent emotions momentarily quelled by the flurry of the carriage accident, conquered Royson's better instincts. Though the Baron, was tall, he towered above him.
Some men were squatted around a tripod which supported a large iron pot. One was speaking, and even Royson's untrained ear recognized the measured cadence of the story-teller. A rumble of laughter showed that the protest of some discomfited rogue or some wise moullah's saw had just tickled the audience when Abdullah leaped from the saddle and approached the circle.
"No, no," she murmured, and the anguish in her voice would have aroused sympathy in a nature far less impressionable than Royson's. "If you could help me, and all of us, try and find Baron von Kerber, and tell him tell him I sent you with the message that there is one here whom he must not meet. Oh, what shall I say to make him understand?" "May I tell him that Alfieri is in Massowah?"
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