“Besides,” said the Mystery, “they will try to recover this fan. If you were to have it in your possession, it might add to your peril.”
“Then let it alone, Frank!” exclaimed Jack. “You do not want it! You are in danger enough!”
“That’s true,” confessed Merry. “I fancy I’ll have my hands full to look out for myself.”
“The theater is about to let out,” said Mr. Noname. “It will be well for you to leave before the crowd does. In the crowd, something might happen to Mr. Merriwell between this table and the street.”
Jack grasped Frank’s arm.
“Let’s go at once!” he said.
Frank arose quietly.
“Good night,” he said, speaking to Mr. Noname. “When shall I see you again?”
“No person can tell,” was the answer. “I do not know. I will keep the fan. Farewell.”
It was plain the Mystery spoke of the fan in order that the men near might hear, and know it was not in the possession of Frank. Mr. Noname seemed to fear no peril to himself. When they were outside the theater, Jack again urged Frank to leave France without delay.