Part 65 (1/2)
They made their way between the pa.s.sing ranks of pa.s.sengers and porters; the Princess caught sight of them, came hastily toward them.
”Jim! It's nice to see you. Thank you for coming! So _you_, found him, Rue? How are you, Jim? And where is the olive-wood box?”
”I'm well, and there's that devilish box!” he replied, laughing and lifting it in his hand to exhibit it. ”Naa, the next time you want it, send an escort of artillery and two battles.h.i.+ps!”
”Did you have trouble?”
”Trouble? I had the time of my life. No moving picture can ever again excite me; no best seller. I've been both since I had your cable to get this box and bring it to you.”
He laughed as he spoke, but the Princess continued to regard him very seriously, and Rue Carew's smile came and waned like sunlight in a wood, for she was not quite sure whether he had really encountered any dangers on this mission which he had fulfilled so well.
”Our car is waiting outside,” said the Princess. ”Where is your porter, Jim?”
Neeland glanced about him, discovered the porter, made a sign for him to follow, and they moved together toward the entrance to the huge terminal.
”I haven't decided where to stop yet,” began Neeland, but the Princess checked him with a pretty gesture:
”You stop with us, Jim.”
”Thank you so much, but----”
”Please. Must I beg of you?”
”Do you really wish it?”
”Certainly,” she replied absently, glancing about her. She added: ”I don't see my car. I don't see my footman. I told him to wait here.
Rue, do you see him anywhere?”
”No, I don't,” said the girl.
”How annoying!” said the Princess. ”He's a new man. My own footman was set upon and almost killed by Apaches a week ago. So I had to find a subst.i.tute. How stupid of him! Where on earth can he be waiting?”
They traversed the court of the terminal. Many automobiles were parked there or just leaving; liveried footmen stood awaiting masters and mistresses; but nowhere was the car of the Princess Mistchenka in sight.
They stood there, Neeland's porter behind with his suitcase and luggage, not knowing whether to wait longer or summon a taxicab.
”I don't understand,” repeated the Princess impatiently. ”I explained very carefully what I desired. That new groom is stupid. Caron, my chauffeur, would never have made a mistake unless that idiot groom misunderstood his instructions.”
”Let me go and make some inquiries,” said Neeland. ”Do you mind waiting here? I'll not be long----”
He went off, carrying the olive-wood box, which his grasp never quitted now; and presently the Princess and Ruhannah saw him disappear among the ranks of automobiles and cabs.
”I don't like it, Rue,” repeated the Princess in a low voice. ”I neither understand nor relish this situation.”
”Have you any idea----”
”Hush, child! I don't know. That new groom, Verdier, was recommended by the Russian Emba.s.sy. I don't know what to think of this.”
”It _can't_ be anything--queer, can it, dear?” asked Rue.