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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

He
looked over his shoulder once and found Robin staring after him. This
time there could be no mistake. He was furious, but whether with
Robin or himself there was no means of deciding from the standpoint
of an observer. At any rate, he quickened his pace and soon
disappeared.
He was the good-looking young fellow who had met her at the steamship
landing, and it was quite obvious that he had been making
investigations on his own account.
Robin permitted himself a sly grin as he sauntered into the hotel. He
had given _that_ fellow something to worry about, if he had
accomplished nothing else. Then he found himself wondering if, by any
chance, it could be the Scoville fellow. That would be a facer!
He found Quinnox and Dank awaiting him in the lobby. They were
visibly excited.
"Did you observe the fellow who just went out?" inquired Robin,
assuming a most casual manner.
"Yes," said both men in unison.
"I think we've got some interesting news concerning that very chap,"
added the Count, glancing around uneasily.


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