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"Is Mr. Balcom there?" asked Zita, adding, "Or Mr. Paul?" The black shook his head. "Neither Mr. Balcom nor Mr. Paul is at home," he replied. Zita was now thoroughly alarmed. Had she some connection with the Automaton? Or was it her fear that either Balcom or Paul might know more than they would care to have the authorities know? Or was the Automaton really an iron monster, after all?
Zita, moreover, was greatly excited, as she gathered with her quick perception just what it was that they were doing. Nor did she wait to see the work finished, but stole out of the door and away hurriedly.
Zita slipped around the house and to the hedge designated by Balcom as their meeting-place. She was surprised but relieved when she did not find him there, and glanced at her wrist watch, which stood at a few minutes past eight. She was about to turn around when she caught sight of a bit of paper. Taking it, she read: Bring him to my rooms. That was all, and the message was unsigned.
Matters had reached such a state in the affairs of International Patents that it was evident, even to her, that some drastic action must be taken, and at once. In a corner of the room, coiled up in a big armchair, Zita was apparently reading a new magazine, but was, in reality, listening intently to every word that was being uttered.
Sent down by Balcom, Zita had been ordered to spy on Eva and Locke. She had been nearly caught by Locke as he was returning from the Graveyard of Genius, but had slipped behind a pair of portières at the end of the hall and had emerged only when Locke had entered the library. She had crept close to the door and was listening.
At first Paul would not let her go unless she consented to marry him, but Zita played him skilfully, so that finally he unlocked the door. Then Zita flew down the stairs and to a telephone around the corner, where she called up Locke, to whom she told as much as she dared over the wire.
I thought the thing absurd, and started to write the note, going a step farther than I had ever threatened Balcom." Quentin, Doctor Q, and Zita exchanged glances as Eva's father resumed his narrative. "Then I felt a choking sensation at my throat. I remember the effrontery of Flint's laughing at me, in a maudlin sort of way, and then a blank.
More horrible yet, she had her fears of the package that had been given her by Balcom to deliver. "You must not go up there!" she cried, impulsively, flinging her arms about Locke's neck. Locke tried to remove her arms as he questioned her. But Zita either would not or could not tell more. Instead she merely clung to him.
"No: not poor exactly: but we must be careful and economical for awhile, until Zita and Louis are educated: we will make every sacrifice that is necessary to grant them a thorough education. When they are rich in knowledge they won't mind how empty their purses are; they will feel themselves equal to the best in the land.
Eva and Locke must have started at about the same time, she in her flight away from the Automaton, and Locke to find the den exit, for they met on the cliffside. "Thank God you are safe!" exclaimed Eva. Locke impulsively threw his arms about her and kissed her as they related their narrow escapes. Locke resolved to follow the trail of the Automaton and to rescue Zita.
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