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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"


"You forget, highness, that I am a short man and not possessed of
legs that travel by yards instead of feet," he panted. "Forgive me
for lagging behind. I did my best to keep up with you."
Robin stared at his visitor haughtily for a moment and then broke
into a good-humoured laugh.
"Won't you sit down, Baron? I'll be at liberty in a minute or two,"
he said, and coolly proceeded to scan the brief message from Miss
Guile.
"Well," said Gourou, as the young man replaced the letter in the
envelope and stuck it into his pocket.


CHAPTER XIV
THE CAT IS AWAY

Robins's face was glowing with excitement. He put his hands in his
trousers pockets and nervously jingled the coins therein, all the
while regarding his Minister of Police with speculative eyes. Then he
turned to the window and continued to stare down into the Place
Vendome for several minutes, obviously turning something over in his
mind before coming to a decision. The Baron waited. None knew better
than he how to wait. He realised that a great deal hung upon the next
few sentences to be uttered in that room, and yet he could be
patient.


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