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Updated: May 16, 2025
But the shrewd Italian knew better than to meet the lightning glance of an angry empress. With downcast looks and reverential obeisance he awaited her commands. "Look at me, Gaspardi," said she, in tones that sounded in the valet's ears like distant thunder. "Answer my questions, sir" Gaspardi raised his eyes. "To whom was the note addressed that was given you by the emperor this morning?"
"I just wrote down some of the very best tailors' addresses the very best," she explained. "Don't you go to any but the very best, and be a bit sharp with them if they're not attentive. They'll think all the better of you. If your valet's a smart one, take him with you." "Yes, Ann," he said rather weakly. "He's going to make a list of things himself, anyhow."
Emulating the young woman's beating of the drum, he rained a shower of blows on the valet's hind quarters. The new "drum"-beater was now quite the cynosure of admiring attention. He had captured the centre of the stage. He gloried in it. With a more elaborate, fanciful and complexive "rat-tat-tat-rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat "
Picking himself up as quickly as possible he seizes his big sword, which has dropped from the valet's hand, and waving it triumphantly says with stem emphasis, "Now Leander's fate is sealed! There is but one way for him to escape certain death. He must emigrate to some distant planet.
The valet's jealousy, like a smaller fire, was in a trice swallowed up in the greater flame of his rage enkindled by this abrupt address.
"No, sir, to both questions, except the telephone when I used it to reach headquarters." The officer made no answer. He and the detectives went into the bedroom, examined the dead valet's position and clothes, made a tour of the rooms, and came back to Lane. "Who's your friend?" asked the sergeant superciliously. "His name is Cole Sanborn." "The champion bronco buster?" "Yes."
Savagely he retorted: "Of which juice you and Keralio want a goodly share, don't you?" The valet's greenish eyes flashed. "Of course I do, and, what's more, I mean to get it." Changing his free, careless tone to one tense with significance and menace he went on: "Don't be a fool, Monsieur Handsome. Who put you up to this snap, but me?
"You have it there!" thundered the infuriated empress, as with threatening hand she pointed to the valet's breast. "Deliver it at once, or I will call my lackeys to search you." "Your majesty forces me then to betray my lord and emperor?" asked Gaspardi, trembling. "You serve him more faithfully by relinquishing the letter than by retaining it," returned Maria Theresa, hastily.
"O" says Douse, "order your carriage and go to Boreham, and then you know you will be from home, and that will be a sufficient excuse." A beam of pleasure sparkled in the Captain's eye, and he at once adopted the faithful groom and valet's advice.
He drank nothing in the way of liquor, though his man occasionally wandered into the bar and ordered a stout or an ale. After dinner the valet's time appeared to be his own; for he went out nearly every night. He seemed very much interested in shop-windows, especially those which were filled with curios. Mr. Thornden frequently went to the theater, but invariably alone.
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