"A theory, eh?" He
came back and stood facing the young man.
"Count," began Dank excitedly, "you remember the big red letter B on
all of her trunks, don't you? Hobbs is positive he--"
Count Quinnox sprang to his feet and banged the table with his fist.
"By jove!" he shouted, suddenly comprehending.
"The letter B?" queried Gourou, perplexed.
"The newspapers say that she sailed from New York under an assumed
name," went on Dank, thrilled by his own amazing cleverness. "There
you are! Plain as day. The letter B explains everything. Now we know
who Miss Guile really is. She's--"
"Maud" exclaimed Quinnox, sinking back into his chair.
"Miss Blithers!" cried Gourou, divining at last. "By jove!" And thus
was the jovian circle completed.
It was two o'clock before the three gentlemen separated and retired
to rest, each fully convinced that the situation was even more
complicated than before, for in view of this new and most convincing
revelation there now could be no adequate defence against the
alluring Miss Guile.
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