They knew he was telling the truth, for Frank Merriwell never lied, but it dazed them to think he had never mentioned the matter before.
“What happened next?” breathlessly asked Harry.
“The woman, who was known as ‘Mademoiselle Mysterie,’ came there to kill me. I was bound and gagged, and she had a dagger to finish me off. I couldn’t squeal, and so I smiled at her. Then what do you think happened?”
“Can’t guess.”
“You tell.”
“Go on!”
“She fell in love with me,” said Frank quietly.
“What?”
“The deuce!”
“Come off!”