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He will believe you, and you can convince him that it is the only satisfactory way out of a disagreeable position." A full minute elapsed before Irene answered. "I take it that you are here with Baron von Kerber's consent," she said. "Yes. We discussed matters from every aspect last night. That is why I am so well posted in your movements. We prefer not to await Mr. Royson's return.
"Port yer helium, Becky," he growled, and the two turned to the right- about. It happened that he entered Royson's compartment. There were not many first-class passengers that night, so Royson promptly took possession of his own corner, lit a pipe, and unobtrusively watched his future commander. This was not difficult, as Stump stood near the open door, and each word he uttered was audible.
"My employer seems to have done things pretty thoroughly," he could not help saying. The shopman dug a compliment out of the remark. "Our house has a reputation to maintain," he answered, "and Mr. Fenshawe is one of our best and oldest customers." There was no mention of Count von Kerber, which added a ripple to the wave of astonishment in Royson's breast.
Why, then, did the Austrian demand such secrecy from the yacht's crew, and be so perturbed by the advent of a letter addressed to one of them? But Royson's disposition was far too happy-go-lucky to permit of serious ponderings on other people's business.
"But if you stand there, sir, you'll get left," said the official good- humoredly. "Better get in, John, an' don't argy with the gentleman," said Mrs. Stump. Her husband obeyed, grudgingly. The inspector examined his ticket, and Royson's, and locked the door. "Nice thing!" grumbled Stump. "I can't give you a good-by hug now, Becky." This was literally true.
No up-to-date battleship could have demolished the Massowah fortress so effectually as Mr. Fenshawe's outspoken wrath crumbled the edifice of doubt built by circumstances in Royson's mind. "Things have taken an extraordinary turn, sir," said he, feeling it incumbent on him to say something.
His size alone distinguished him from Abdur Kad'r and Sheikh Hussain of Kenneh, the latter being a man whom Abdur Kad'r had selected as best fitted to win his way unquestioned into the Italian camp. Royson's Arab dress was intended to secure the party from espionage while they traveled towards Suleiman's Well. When they neared it he would throw aside the burnous.
"Rather a sudden indisposition," said Fenshawe to Stump, smiling quizzically as he watched Irene supporting Royson's head while she urged him tenderly to drink a little more of the stimulant. "Is that wot you call it?" asked the captain of the Aphrodite, mopping his glowing cheeks with a handkerchief of brilliant hue.
We shall not be rocked to sleep by the wild waves to-night, I imagine." Stump joined Tagg on the bridge. He jerked a thumb after the Baron's retreating figure. "That German swab wants me to boot Royson," he muttered. "Boot Royson? The idee! Wot for?" "He piled it on thick about wot he called Royson's own interests, but I knew better'n that.
While Stump was ruminating on the exact, form of some scathing remark for Royson's benefit, a sudden stoppage of the screw, and an ominously easy roll over the crest of the next sea, showed that the engines were idle. Stump hurled a lurid question down the speaking-tube. The engineer's equally emphatic reply told him that there was a breakdown, cause not stated.
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