"
"You mean the plague?" asked Mr. Brewster.
"Not quite so loud, please. 'Healthful,' as I used it, was, in
part, a figure of speech. Something is brewing hereabout."
"Not a revolution?" cried Miss Polly, with eyes alight. "Oh, do
brew a revolution for me! I should so adore to see one!"
"Possibly you may, though I hardly think it. Some readjustment of
foreign relations, at most. The Dutch blockade is, perhaps, only a
beginning. However, it's sufficient to keep you bottled up, though
if we could get word to them, I dare say they would let a yacht go
out."
"Senator Richland, of the Committee on Foreign Relations, is an
old friend of my family," said Carroll, in his measured tones. "A
cable--"
"Would probably never get through. This Government wouldn't allow
it. There are other possibilities. Perhaps, Mr. Brewster," he
continued, with a side glance at the girl, "we might talk it over
at length this evening."
"Quite useless, Mr. Sherwen," smiled the magnate. "Polly would
have it all out of me before I was an hour older. She may as well
get it direct."
"Very well, then. It's this quarantine business.
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