The Englishman accompanied his two callers to the gate.
"I'd like to hear the story of your adventures with the insurgents," he said. "You must have had some lively experiences. Good day, gentlemen."
"By the way," cried Lindbohm, turning back, "lest there be any mistake, was this Greek girl very beautiful?"
"Ye-es, yes, I should call her a very fine woman."
"What was the color of her hair? Brown?"
"I don't remember exactly. I believe it was."
"Tall, slender, oval face, big, fine eyes?"
"Well, you see, I only saw her for a moment. She certainly was tall and slender, and—and—a fine, handsome woman. Held her head back and threw her chest out, and had a sort of independent air about her."
Lindbohm had no further doubts; he was not aware of Ferende's existence.
Preparations for departure on the morrow were begun at once. Curtis had no difficulty in raising some money at Cook's on his letter of credit. His passport and two or three letters from home were sufficient identification.