"There must be some one here who knows you, Mr. Schmidt," she said
nervously. "See what it says, please,--at once. I--perhaps we should
be starting home immediately."
Robin tore open the envelope. A glance showed him that the brief note
was from Gourou. A characteristic G served as a signature. As he
read, a hard line appeared between his eyes and his expression grew
serious.
"It is really nothing, Miss Guile," he said and prepared to tear the
sheet into many pieces. "A stupid, alleged joke of a fellow who
happens to know me, that's all."
"Don't tear it up!" she cried sharply. "What does it say? I have a
right to know, Mr. Schmidt, even though it is only a joke. What has
this friend of yours to say about me? What coarse, uncalled-for
comment has he to make about--"
"Let me think for a moment, Miss Guile," he interrupted, suddenly
realising that it was time for reflection. After a moment he said
soberly: "I think it would be wise if we were to leave instantly.
There is nothing to be alarmed about, I assure you, but--well, we'd
better go.
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