She accosts a gentleman of whom she inquires the way. The gentleman
informs her she is on the third, not the second _etage_, and she
scurries away simpering, but not before confiding to me--the aforesaid
gentleman--that her mistress will give her fits for being late with her
hair, whatever that may signify. So, you see, I do not stoop to keyholes
but put my wits to work instead."
"When did she arrive?"
"She came last night via Milan."
"From Milan?" cried Robin, astonished.
"A roundabout way, I'll admit," said the Baron, drily, "and tortuous
in these hot days, but admirably suited to a purpose. I should say
that she was bent on throwing some one off the track."
"And yet she came!" cried the Prince, in exultation. "She wanted to
come, after all, now didn't she, Dank?" He gave the lieutenant a look
of triumph.
"She is more dangerous than I thought," said the guardsman
mournfully.
"Sit down, Baron," commanded the Prince. "I want to lay down the law
to all of you. You three will have to move on to Graustark and leave
me to look out for myself.
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