"Oh, nonsense, Helen—men don't really have such adventures. That only happens in novels."
"I hope so," murmured her sister.
"Oh, by the bye," exclaimed Ray, "who do you suppose we saw on the dock?"
"Who?"
"That horrid creature—Signor Keralio."
Helen looked up in surprise.
"Keralio? What was he doing there? Did he speak to you?"
"No—he seemed to avoid us. Once I got lost for a moment in the crush, and, as I turned, I thought I saw him talking earnestly to Kenneth and François. Of course I must have been mistaken, for, when I finally rejoined them, both denied having seen him!"
"Keralio!" murmured Helen. "How strange! That man seems to pursue us like some evil genius. No matter where we go, he follows like a shadow. Oh, I forgot all about François. Where is he?"
"Downstairs."