The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1913-10-17
CHAPTER XII.
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q telegram nad p3e-
coded a lengthy letter into t8e
" department Of the police. both
directed to Herr Bauer, who
In reality was James Citizens Of Scot
land Yard. The telegram had said:
why do you say NJ. Is there? he II
in London. Explain. Letter tomor.
row." The letter had come. and Mr..
Citizens as well as the local police Of
nee wal ''bowled over" to express It In
Scotland Yard English. He had wired
bis employers that m. b still in Inns
bruck. Cannot be In London" It was
very clearly set forth in the letter that
Roxbury Medcroft was In London and
that MI. Citizens Of Scotland Yard had
betrayed his trust He was virtually
charged with playing Into the hands Of
the enemy-"selling out" a, Il were.
It readily may be expected that Mr..
Citizens was accused Of being In the
employ Of the opposition" Moreover.
It is but reasonable to assume that he
took vigorous steps at once 10 vindi-
cate himself. which accounts for the
woe that lurked close behind the heels
Of q man named Brock.
Brock and Constance had ridden OF
that afternoon to visit the historic
Schloss Ambras. The great castle had
been saved for the very last Of their
explorations. He had just been able
to secure permission to visit that part
Of the dukes residence open on certain
occasions to the curious public. Edith
had declined to accompany them. In
the first place. she was expecting the
all important message from her hus-
band. She was ION nettles," to quote
her plaintive eagerness. In the second
place. she realized that AZ the crisis
was at hand In the affairs Of Brock
and Constance her presence was not a
necessary adjunct. Not only was she
expecting q message from Roxbury.
but eagerly anticipating an outburst of
joyous news from the two who had. 1t
seemed. very gladly left her behind.
The young couple returning BY the
lower road from the schloss came to a
resting place at q little eating house
and garden on the hillside overlooking
the river inn. It 10 a quiet. demure.
u~nfrequented place among the crags.
standing In from the white roadway a
hundred feet or more. clouded by
gorgeous trees and somber cliffs. It
was to this charming, romantic retreat
that Brock led his fair. now tremulous
inamorata. She. too. knew that the
hour for decision had come. Il was in
the air. In the CLINT Of his eyes. IN the
leaping Of her heart. And she knew
what she would say to him and what
they would say to the world q few
honrs hence. The mountains seemed
to have lost their splendid frown.
They were beaming down upcn. her,
tenderly caressing instead of bleak and
foreboding as they always had been
before.
a rosy checked girl came into the
garden to serve them. Swift. cool
breezes were scurring down the valley.
bearing IN their wake the soft rain
clouds that were soon 70 dfench the
earth and then radiantly pass on. They
were quite alone. seated "a the shelter
Of a wide. soverha nginR portico. A
soft. green darkness was creeping over
the mountain side, pregnant With smell
Of the shower
Constance ordered tea and q bite Of
something to rat Tor both Brooke
gaze never left her exquisite face
while she was engaged 81 the pretty
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