"
"We seem to be meeting hosts of friends to-night," he laughed. "After
all, old chap, it does one good to come back to our dear, dirty old town
again. We abuse it when we are here, and talk of the life in Paris, and
Vienna, and Brussels, but when we are away there is no place on earth so
dear to us, for it is 'home.' But there!" he laughed, "I'm actually
growing romantic. Ah! if we could only find Muriel! But we must
to-morrow. Ta-ta! I shall go around to the club and sleep, for I haven't
fixed on any diggings yet. Come in at ten to-morrow, and we will decide
upon some plan. One thing is plainly certain; Elma must at once be got
out of Russia. She's in deadly peril of her life there."
"Yes," I said. "And you will help me?"
"With all my heart, old fellow," answered my friend, warmly grasping my
hand, and then we parted, he strolling along towards the National
Gallery on his way back to the "Junior," while I returned to the _Cecil_
alone.
CHAPTER XVI
MARKED MEN
"Captain Durnford?" I inquired of the hall-porter of the club next
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