"They disappear. One
does not ask questions too much."
"Not here," confirmed the big man. "Always room for a few more in
the undersea jails, eh?"
"Always. But I think it was not that with Basurdo. I think it was
underground, not undersea." He brushed his neck with his finger
tips.
"Is it dangerous for foreigners?" asked Carroll quickly.
"For every one," answered Sherwen; adding significantly: "But the
Caracunan Government does not approve of loose fostering of
rumors."
Carroll rose and came over to the Brewsters.
"May I bring Mr. Graydon Sherwen over and present him?" he asked.
"I can vouch for him, having known his family at home, and--"
"Oh, bring them all, Fitzhugh," commanded the girl.
The exponent of Southern aristocracy looked uncomfortable.
"As to the others," he said, "Mr. Raimonda is a native--"
"With the manners of a prince. I've quite fallen in love with him
already," she said wickedly.
"Of course, if you wish it. But the other American is an ex-
professional baseball player, named Cluff."
"What? 'Clipper' Cluff? I knew I'd seen him before!" cried Miss
Polly.
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