He lifted his hat.
"I am glad to see you have experienced no ill effects from yesterday's
shock, Miss Fenshawe," he said.
"Not in the least. It was a wonderful escape. Even the victoria leaves
hospital this afternoon, I am told."
Mr. Fenshawe, whose silvery-white hair and wrinkled skin betokened an
age that his erect, spare frame would otherwise have concealed, patted
Royson's shoulder.
"You did well, Mr. King, very well. I am much beholden to you. And I
was pleased to hear from Baron von Kerber last night that you have
joined our expedition."
Though of middle height, Mr. Fenshawe had to raise his hand as high as
his own forehead to reach Dick's back. His eyes were shrewd and keen,
with the introspective look of the student. Though it was more than
probable that he was very wealthy, judging from the meager details
within Royson's ken, he had the semblance of a university professor
rather than a millionaire.
"I think the good fortune is wholly mine, sir," said Dick, trying to
answer both at once, and puzzled to determine how he could repudiate
the name which von Kerber had fastened on to him.
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