"--tell him, Oscar, that there's a message in that safety box from a
gentleman who might have been King."
Oscar stared at Armitage blankly.
"That is the truth, Sergeant. The message once in the good Baron's hands
will undoubtedly give him a severe shock. You will do well to go to bed.
I shall take a walk before I turn in."
"You should not go out alone--"
"Don't trouble about me; I shan't go far. I think we are safe until two
gentlemen have met in Washington, discussed their affairs, and come down
into the mountains again. The large brute we caught the other night is
undoubtedly on watch near by; but he is harmless. Only a few days more
and we shall perform a real service in the world, Sergeant,--I feel it in
my bones."
He took his hat from a bench by the door and went out upon the veranda.
The moon had already slipped down behind the mountains, but the stars
trooped brightly across the heavens. He drank deep breaths of the cool
air of the mountain night, and felt the dark wooing him with its calm and
peace. He returned for his cloak and walked into the wood. He followed
the road to the gate, and then turned toward the Port of Missing Men.
Pages:
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258