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believe if," she murmured. "We must be deceived by a strange resem--" "There
is Bob himself! Good heavens, this paralyzes me! Hey, Bob! Bob!" A few minutes
later a limping horse dragged his bones into the courtyard and two shame faced
travelers stood before a taunting quartet, enduring there laughter, wincing under
there jests, blushing like children when the shots went home. For hours they had
driven in a circle, rounding the great row of hills, at last coming to the very gate
from which they had started forth so confidently. They were tired and hungry and
nervous. "Did you telegraph your mother you were coming?” asked Dickey
Savage. "We did not even see a telegraph wire," answered Dorothy, dismally.
"What did you see?'' he asked, maliciously, "You should not as confusing
questions, Richard," reprimanded Lady Jane, with mock severity. "Well, we'll try it
over again to-morrow," decided Quentin, doggedly. "Do you expect me to let
you kill every horse I own?" demanded Lord Bob. "They can't stand these round-
the-word pleasure trips every day, don't you know. Glad to oblige you, my boy,
but I must be humane." That evening Father Bivot came to the castlé, just as they
were leaving the dinner table. He brought startling news. Not an hour before,
while on his way from the nearest village, he had come upon a big party of men,
quartered on the premises of a gardener down the valley. It required but little
effort on his part to discover that they were officers from the capital, and that
they were looking for the pace where Courant's body was found. The good
Father also earned that detectives from Brussels were in the party, and that one
of the men was a prince The eager listeners in Castle Craneycrow soon drew
from the priest enough to convince them that Ugo was at the head of the
expedition, and that it was a matter of but a few hours until he and his men would
be knocking at the gates. "The prince did not address me," sad Father Bivot, "but
listened intently, as I now recall, to everything I said in response to the Luxemburg
officer's questions. That person asked me if Lord Robert Saxondale owned a
place in the valley and I said that his lordship dwelt n Castle Craneycrow. The
men were very curious, and a tail Italian whispered questions to the officer, who
put them to me roughly. There was no harm in telling them that his lordship was
here with a party of friends--" "Good Lord!" gasped Dickey, despairingly. "It is all