Frank returned to Inza and her father.
“Oh, you brave, noble fellow!” cried the girl, hugging him, impulsively. “You saved us from being killed!”
“It is true,” said Mr. Burrage, faintly. “It was a wonderfully brave action. But why was that bomb thrown in here?”
“That is a question I cannot answer,” confessed the boy; “but I mean to know. You have no enemies in London who would attempt to kill you?”
“None in all the world that I know.”
“Then it must be that the attempt was made to destroy me.”
“But why should such a terrible thing be done?”
“That is a mystery. Several mysterious things have happened of late, and I will know the meaning of them before I leave London.”
“Have you enemies, Frank?”
“I should say so; but I did not know that any of them were in this city. Wherever I have gone I have made enemies. It seems to be my fate to make bitter enemies or firm friends of everybody I meet. At school it was thus, and it has been the same since I left school. In South America, Africa, France and Spain I made enemies who would not have hesitated at anything to injure or destroy me. And now they seem to be thicker than ever here in London.”