rite at this minute all of my present
emotions concerning you, I would burn holes in the paper. When it comes
to turning out fiction, Marie Corelli is not in the running. Honestly,
when Mr. Detective walked into the hotel this evening, I figured it a
toss-up whether I should ever see home and mother again.
I am only an humble steel-maker, but I am for you and I want to see you
again and tell you right to your face what I think of you. If you will
sort of happen to be in the garden at 4 p.m. to-morrow (Thursday), I
will come over the wall at the very spot I picked out to-day. I know
that this method of becoming acquainted with young women is not indorsed
by the _Ladies_' _Home Journal_ or Beatrice Fairfax, but, as nearly as I
can find out, there is no other way in which I can get into society over
here.
So far as the bloodhounds of the law are concerned, don't give them a
thought. I have met, the great Koldo, and he won't know until about next
Sunday that yesterday was Tuesday. The professor has promised to bring a
reply to the hotel. He is not on.
Sincerely,
YOUR GERMAN FRIEND.
She read it all and found herself gasping--surprised, frightened, and
moved to a fluttering delight. She had thought of him as skulking in
byways, of concealing his name and attempting to disguise himself so
that he might dodge through the meshes woven by the invincible Koldo,
and here he was, still flaunting himself at the hotel and calmly
preparing to repeat his hazardous experiment.
"He is a fool!" she exclaimed, forgetting that Popova was present.
"I trust the message has not offended you," said the tutor, decidedly
alarmed at her agitation and not understanding what it meant.
"I tell you he is a fool--a fool!" she repeated. And while Popova
wondered, she sprang to her feet and ran to him and gave him a muscular
embrace around the tender portion of his neck, for he still squatted
after the oriental manner, even though he wore a long black coat of
German make.
"I consented to bring it because he was most urgent, and seemed a proper
sort of person," began Popova, "and not knowing the contents--"
"Bless you, I am not offended," interrupted Kalora, and then, looking at
the letter again, she burst into happy laughter.
The young stranger was unquestionably a fool. She had not dreamed that
any one could be so reckless and heedless, so contemptuous of the dread
machinery of the law, so willi
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