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think she'll come, that's all."
"Do you think she is in love with you?"
"Ah, my dear fellow, you are asking me to answer my own prayer," said
Robin, without a sign of resentment in his manner. "I'm praying that
she isn't altogether indifferent. By the way, it is my turn to ask
questions. Are you still in love with her?"
"I am proud to say that you are more in my prayers that she," said
Dank, with a profound sigh. "Nothing could please me more than to be
the one to save my prince from disaster, even if it meant the
sacrifice of self. My only prayer is that you may be spared, sir, and
I taken in your place."
"That was a neat answer, 'pon my soul," cried the Prince admiringly.
"You--Hello, who is this approaching? It is no other than the great
Gourou himself, the king of sleuths, as they say in the books I used
to read. Good morning, Baron."
The sharp-visaged little Minister of Police came up to the table and
fixed an accusing eye upon his sovereign,--the literal truth, for he
had the other eye closed in a protracted wink.
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