"
"I should be most happy to believe that," was the Count's rejoinder,
which inferred that he didn't believe it.
"My friend seems to be a dangerous person?"
"All men of brains, coupled with impudence, are dangerous; and I give
your friend credit for being as brave as he is impudent. But come, my
carriage is at your service. You are a journalist, but you will
promise not to make public this unfortunate mistake."
I acquiesced.
When the Count and I parted company I had not the vaguest idea that we
should ever hold conversation again.
The result of the adventure was, I sent a very interesting story to New
York, omitting my part in it. This done, I wired my assistant in
London not to expect me for some time yet.
The truth was, I determined to hunt for Hillars, and incidentally for
her Serene Highness the Princess Hildegarde of Hohenphalia.
CHAPTER VIII
As I came along the road, the dust of which had been laid that
afternoon by an odorous summer rain, the principal thing which struck
my eyes was the quaintness and unquestioned age of the old inn. It was
a relic of the days when feudal lords still warred with one another,
and the united kingdom was undreamt of.
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