Mr. Farnum had vanished for
the moment, so Benson was alone with his pretty companion.
"Now, tell me, my Captain," she begged, "why it is that I cannot get
either my own car, or any other conveyance, for a little drive?"
"I could only guess, Mlle. Nadiboff, and you can do that as well as
I," Jack replied, gravely.
"But I desire you should guess for me, my Captain. What do you say?"
she insisted, her eyes scanning his grave face.
"At the risk of seeming rude, Mademoiselle, I am not going to be prying
enough to make any guesses about your affairs," Captain Benson answered,
quickly.
He thought he had gotten out of the matter as cleverly as it could be
done.
"Some one is taking altogether too great an interest in my affairs, my
Captain. I trust you have no hand in it, for it is possible that
interference with my comfort will prove dangerous to the offenders.
Yet, pardon me, for I am sure that you, my Captain, would not cause
me any uneasiness. Let those who do beware!"
As she let go of his arm and turned to go inside, Mlle. Nadiboff's
smile was bright, almost friendly. Yet back of that smile, in her
expressive eyes, lurked a look that made the boy start.
It was a look that spoke of deadly, things, and Captain Jack Benson had
come quite to believe that Mlle.
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