Igela had discarded her veil in the house of the United States Consul, and she declared she would never wear it again. She was very pretty.
“I am going to London to become a Christian,” she said, laughing.
“You are going to London to become——”
Parker whispered the final words in her ear, and she laughed again, her dark eyes glowing, her cheeks warm with color.
In Paris the party separated, for Parker and the girl hastened onward toward London.
“And now to see the sights of Paris,” said Frank. “No more Arabs for me.”
“Nor me, by gosh,” replied Ephraim.
Accommodations were procured at a leading hotel, and after a few days of much-needed rest all hands set out to “do” Paris in earnest.
All would have gone well, but Professor Scotch had suddenly taken it into his head to visit the tomb of a very great personage buried in that vicinity.
And he wanted to take Frank with him, so that the youth got little chance to go elsewhere, excepting on the sly.