Two officers of gendarmerie and a round dozen of soldier-
policemen became incoherent at sight of them. The hotel manager nearly
wept with joy. He tumbled up-stairs, tripping not once but several
times, in his eagerness to make known to the English milord that the
Signorina Fenshawe had returned. The vestibule filled in the most
amazing way with a crowd that seemed to speak all languages under the
sun. Mr. Fenshawe rushed to the head of the stairs as soon as he
grasped the meaning of the manager's dramatic announcement, and a
combined "Ah!" of gratification gushed from a hundred throats when
Irene flung herself into his arms. Clearly, this affair had stirred
Massowah to its depths. It would supply food for gossip during many a
day. That long drawn-out "Ah!" was, in some sense, a testimony to
Abdullah's wisdom.
While Irene was sobbing her joy on her grandfather's breast, Stump
crushed a broad track through the ever-increasing mob until he reached
Royson.
"I was bettin' on you from the minnit I missed you," he roared
genially.
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