“You are determined to be killed!”
“If I am killed, it will not be any of your funeral, as they say out West in the United States.”
When the London papers came out and told how the life of Orson Irons, the Scotland Yard detective, was saved by the bravery of the same American youth who discovered the infernal machine in the Houses of Parliament, Professor Scotch read the account with great satisfaction and pride.
“It’s just like him,” muttered the little man, with no small satisfaction. “He is a reckless rascal, but he is a representative American boy, true blue and pure grit all through.”
It was some time before Inza Burrage knew the black truth about Kennington Glanworth, her cousin. Frank did not tell her, but she found it all out at last.
Frank and Inza were much together during their stay in London, and the Yankee boy found no more foes to trouble him.
Orson Irons had warned Frank of his peril at the Derby, and he it was who had been appointed at headquarters to shadow the boy.
It had been learned at Scotland Yard that Frank had an enemy among the anarchists, and it was believed that it might be worth while to keep a strict guard over the lad.
Irons had been instructed to be sure to see every one Frank knew, and that was the reason why the detective had forced his way into the rooms occupied by Mr. Burrage and Inza.
The detective was proud to acknowledge that Frank had saved his life, and before the boy left London, Irons gave him a handsome scarfpin as a remembrance token.