"Could he do that?" he asked Raimonda.
"I'm afraid he could. And, really, Mr. Carroll, he's correct in
principle. In the present state of political feeling, an assault
by an American upon the representative of Hochwald might seriously
endanger all of your party."
"That's right," Cluff supported him. "I'm with you in wanting to
break that gold-frilled geezer's face up into small sections, but
it just won't do."
With an effort, Carroll recovered his self-control.
"Mr. Raimonda," he said courteously, "I give YOU my word that
there will be no trouble between Herr Von Plaanden and myself, of
my seeking, until Mr. and Miss Brewster are safely out of the
country."
"That's enough," said Cluff heartily. "The rest of us can take
care of ourselves."
"Meantime," said Raimonda, "I think the whole matter can be
arranged. Von Plaanden shall apologize to Miss Brewster to-morrow.
It is not his first outbreak, and always he regrets. My uncle, who
is of the Foreign Office, will see to it."
"Then that's settled," remarked Perkins cheerfully.
Carroll turned upon him savagely:--
"To your entire satisfaction, no doubt, now that you've shown
yourself an informer as well as--"
"Easy with the rough stuff, Mr.
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