“Charlee come to tak’ me to my father, in India,” she said. “When Maro find that so he come to Tyrus, say I never go, say I marree heem. Tyrus say I must marree Maro. Say I never meet Charlee no more. That brek my heart. I cry no, no, no! They tak’ me from home, so Charlee never find me when he come. They tak’ me where I have to stay in small room all time till Maro marree me. I geet out. I run. I come here. Charlee say he come here often look at ruins. I think he may come now. I wait. Tyrus and Maro come find me. I try to run. I see you. I call for help. That all.”
“It’s enough!” cried Dick. “Where is this Charlie? We will take you to him.”
She shook her head in distress.
“He somewhere in citee,” she said, with a sweep of her hand.
“A whole lot indefinite,” observed Buckhart.
Dick asked the girl if she did not know in what hotel Charlie was to be found.
She did not.
“What is the rest of his name?” questioned Dick. “Do you know it?”
“Whole name Charlee Cav’deesh,” she declared.
“Cavendish?”