"Perhaps I may be able to anticipate it, Count," ventured Robin.
"I've an idea he is young Scoville, the chap who is supposed to be in
love with Miss Blithers--and _vice versa_," he concluded, with a
chuckle.
"What have you heard?" demanded the Count in astonishment.
"Let's sit down," said Robin, at once convinced that he had stumbled
upon an unwelcome truth.
They repaired to the garden and were lucky enough to find a table
somewhat removed from the crowd of tea-drinkers. Robin began fanning
himself with his broad straw-hat. He felt uncomfortably warm. Quinnox
gravely extracted two or three bits of paper from his pocket, and
spread them out in order before his sovereign.
"Read this one first," said he grimly.
It was a cablegram from their financial agents in New York City, and
it said: "Mr. B. making a hurried trip to Paris. Just learned
Scoville preceded Miss B. to Europe by fast steamer and has been seen
with her in Paris. B. fears an elopement. Make sure papers are signed
at once as such contingency might cause B.
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