"What did Jansen tell you about me?" demanded Barbarossa.
"Nothing particular," said Jack. "He just let on that he admired you, and was trying to live according to your teachings. He read me some out of a book he was writing. He dedicated it to you."
"What!" cried Barbarossa. "In writing?"
"Yes, it was written down."
"And the police searched his room! Oh, my God! I'm done!" He collapsed in his chair.
Jack looked at the collapsed mountain of flesh, and suppressed a smile. Not a very formidable object this.
"Was it my right name, Sturani?" Barbarossa asked anxiously.
"No. He had written: 'To Barbarossa.'"
A little color returned to the big man's face. "Oh, well, the police are stupid. Maybe they won't establish the connection. I expect I would have heard from them before this if they had. That's all, Cassels; you can go."
"And may I come to the school to-morrow?"