"Details are tiresome, Miss Thorne," replied Mr. Grimm with the utmost
courtesy. "There is one other thing I know--that the Latin compact will
not be signed in the United States."
The prince's eyes met Miss Thorne's inquiringly, and she shook her
head. The sneer was still playing about his mouth.
"Anything else of special interest that you know?" he queried.
"Yes, of interest to both you and Miss Thorne. That is merely if the
Latin compact is signed anywhere, the English-speaking countries of the
world might construe it as a _casus belli_ and strike soon enough, and
hard enough, to put an end to it once for all."
Again there was silence for a little while. Slowly the prince's eyes
were darkening, and a shadow flitted across Miss Thorne's face. The
prince rose impatiently.
"Well, what is the meaning of all this? Are you going to take me back to
prison?"
"No," said Mr. Grimm. He glanced at his watch. "I will give each of you
one-half hour to pack your belongings. We must catch a train at one
o'clock."
"Leave the city?" gasped Miss Thorne.
"Impossible!" exclaimed the prince.
"One-half hour," said Mr.
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