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"Sherwen misread the form. So did I. It read for Dr. Pruyn and a woman. He hoped to take her to Curacao and complete his experiment." "That's what he meant when he spoke of being lawless, and I've been thinking the basest things of him for it!" The girl, dazed by a flash of complete enlightenment, caught at Carroll's arm with beseeching hands. "Where is he, Fitz?" "On his way down the mountain.
The Foreign Office is buzzing with inquiries, and Puerto del Norte is burning up the wires." "Puerto del Norte! How did they hear?" "Telephone, of course. I hear Wisner is coming up," said Sherwen. "I've got to get a wire to the port at once," cried the scientist. "At once!" "You! What for?" "To stop off Wisner. To tell him it isn't so." "You're excited, my boy," said Mr. Brewster kindly.
But, anyway, we shouldn't have time to catch even a cold. We leave to-morrow." The men exchanged glances. "How?" inquired Sherwen and Raimonda in a breath. "In the yacht, from Puerto del Norte." "Not if it were a British battleship," said Galpy. "Port's closed." "What? Quarantine already?" said Carroll. "Quarantine be blowed! It's the Dutch." "I thought you knew," said Sherwen.
"And wife!" exclaimed Cluff loudly. He whistled as a vent to his amazement. "That explains all the talk about a woman a lady in his quinta on the mountains?" "Apparently," said Carroll. "May I see that document, Mr. Sherwen?" The American representative handed him the paper. As he was studying it, Galpy reentered, still scant of breath from excitement and haste.
In fact, so wholly lacking was any evidence of hostility to the foreigners on the part of the crowds on the streets that the Brewsters rather felt themselves to be extorting hospitality on false pretenses. Sherwen, however, exhibited signal relief upon seeing them safely housed. "Please stay that way, too," he requested. "But it seems so unnecessary, and I want to market," protested Miss Polly.
"The best I could make of it over the phone Wisner had to be guarded was that people planning to take Dutch leave would better pay their parting calls by to-morrow at the latest." "That would mean day after to-morrow, wouldn't it?" mused the girl. "If it means anything at all," substituted her father testily. "Meantime, how do you like the Gran Hotel Kast, Miss Brewster?" asked Sherwen.
"I don't quite like to have you knocking about mountain roads by yourself, though Mr. Sherwen says you're safe anywhere here. Where's that little automatic revolver I gave you?" "In my trunk. I'll carry that if it will make you feel any easier." "Yes, do. But I can't see why you can't send word to Perkins that I want to see him here." "I can. And I can guess just what his answer would be."
But I think it was not that with Basurdo. I think it was underground, not undersea." He brushed his neck with his finger tips. "Is it dangerous for foreigners?" asked Carroll quickly. "For every one," answered Sherwen; adding significantly: "But the Caracunan Government does not approve of loose fostering of rumors." Carroll rose and came over to the Brewsters. "May I bring Mr.
Half a dozen peons were struggling with Cluff across the bodies of as many more whom he had knocked down. Sherwen, almost under the cavalryman's mount, was protecting his rear with the fallen Galpy's cricket bat, and the two other cricketers were fighting back to back on the other side. Carroll was clubbing his way toward Mr. Brewster, but his weapon was now in his left hand.
I want all of them." "Let me bring Sherwen first," pleaded the suitor, and was presently introducing that gentleman. "Mr. Sherwen is in charge here of the American Legation," he explained. "How does one salute a real live minister?" queried Miss Brewster. "Don't mistake me for anything so important," said Sherwen. "We're not keeping a minister in stock at present.
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