“But this is absurd!” Guy said blankly. “This fellow seems not only to be taking our silly story as solemn truth, but to be dovetailing it in with something that really has happened.”
“But my dear chap,” expostulated Mr. Doyle, “we can’t take it seriously.”
“You’ll take that superintendent chap seriously when he gets on your tail, Pat,” observed George with feeling.
There was an uneasy pause. “Bosnogo—what did he say?” remarked Guy. “Has anybody ever heard of the place?”
“I say,” said Doyle, “I wonder what it really is all about?”
They went on wondering. Upon their speculations entered Dora.
“Hallo!” said Dora without joy. “Hallo, you are here, are you? Good. I was afraid you’d all have been carried off to jail.”
“Jail?” echoed the others, jumping nimbly.
“What have you come down for, Dora?” asked Mr. Doyle.
“Because I was brought,” said Dora shortly. “I’m under arrest, or something ridiculous. For being an accessory to the murder of the Crown Prince of Bosnogovina, or some extraordinary tale. Have you any idea what’s happening, anybody? This really is rather gorgeous, isn’t it?” She laughed without exuberant mirth.