‘But nobody knows I am here.’
‘The stars know,’ answered Rex with a smile. ‘Will you stay with me, or will you go home? It makes no difference, excepting that by staying you will give me the advantage of your company—’
‘What is that?’ asked Greif. There was a loud knocking at the outer door.
‘Probably news from your uncle,’ answered Rex imperturbably. ‘Will you open the door? There can be no deception then.’
‘Yes. I will open the door.’
A telegraph messenger was outside, and inquired if Herr von Greifenstein were in the lodging.
‘How did you know where I was?’ asked Greif.
‘It was marked urgent and so I inquired at the Poodle’s office,’ answered the fellow with a grin as he signified the official by the students’ slang appellation.
Greif hastened to the inner room and tore open the envelope, his face pale with excitement.
‘My father telegraphs—“Your uncle has written his intention to return at once—” Good Heavens!’