The scuffling sound suddenly resolved itself into moving footsteps, and
the front door opened and closed with a bang. Mr. Grimm's listless eyes
snapped, and his white teeth came together sharply as he started toward
the front door. But fate seemed to be against him still. He stumbled
over a chair, and his own impetus forward sent him sprawling; his head
struck the wall with a resounding whack; and then, over the house, came
utter silence. From outside he heard the clatter of a cab. Finally that
died away in the distance.
"Miss Thorne?" he inquired quietly.
"I'm here," she answered in a despairing voice. "But I can't find the
switch."
"Are you hurt?"
"No."
And then she found the switch; the lights flared up. Mr. Grimm was
sitting thoughtfully on the floor.
"That simplifies the matter considerably," he observed complacently, as
he rose. "The men who signaled to me when you entered the embassy will
never let that cab get out of their sight."
Miss Thorne stood leaning forward a little, eagerly gazing at him with
those wonderful blue-gray eyes, and an expression of--of--perhaps it was
admiration on her face.
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