He sprang upright and went to her.
"What is it?" he asked, neither raising nor lowering his voice
sufficiently to attract attention. "Are you ill? Shall I call Miss
Fenshawe?"
She lifted an appealing hand, and tremblingly essayed to drop her veil.
Her languid insolence had vanished with her good looks. For the moment,
she was a broken and despairing woman.
"No, no," she murmured, and the anguish in her voice would have aroused
sympathy in a nature far less impressionable than Royson's. "If you
could help me, and all of us, try and find Baron von Kerber, and tell
him--tell him--I sent you with the message that there is one here whom
he must not meet. Oh, what shall I say to make him understand?"
"May I tell him that Alfieri is in Massowah?"
Dick almost regretted the words when he witnessed their tremendous
effect. She was on the very brink of hysteria, and the suddenness of
her collapse was painful.
"You--you, too, know Alfieri?" she gasped, looking at him in a very
agony of terror.
"I am sorry if I have added to your alarm.
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