If
any one, by chance, heard a burglar prowling around there to-night he
might shoot, and in that event either kill Monsieur Boissegur or--or
me!"
When the secretary had gone Mr. Campbell idly drummed on his desk as he
studied the face of his subordinate.
"So much!" he commented finally.
"It's Miss Thorne again," said the young man as if answering a question.
"Perhaps these reports I have received to-day from the Latin capitals
may aid you in dispelling that mystery," Campbell suggested, and Mr.
Grimm turned to them eagerly. "Meanwhile our royal visitor, Prince
Benedetto d'Abruzzi, remains unknown?"
The young man's teeth closed with a snap.
"It's only a question of time, Chief," he said abruptly. "I'll find
him--I'll find him!"
And he sat down to read the reports.
XIII
A CONFERENCE IN THE DARK
The white rays of a distant arc light filtered through the half-drawn
velvet hangings and laid a faintly illumined path across the
ambassador's desk; the heavy leather chairs were mere impalpable
splotches in the shadows; the cut-glass knobs of a mahogany cabinet
caught the glint of light and reflected it dimly.
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