Karl did so, with fuller details.
“Are you sure?” asked Stampa.
Karl sniffed scornfully. “Ach, Gott! How could I err?” he cried. “There are not so many pretty women in the hotel that I should not recognize our fräulein. And who would forget Herr Bower? He gave me two louis for a ten francs job. We must get them together on the hills again, Christian. He will be soft hearted now, and pay well for taking care of his lady.”
“Yes,” said Stampa, resuming his pipe. “You are right, Karl. There is no place like the hills. And he will pay—the highest price, look you! Saperlotte! I shall exact a heavy fee this time.”
CHAPTER XVI
SPENCER EXPLAINS
A sustained rapping on the inner door of the hut roused Helen from dreamless sleep. In the twilight of the mind that exists between sleeping and waking she was bewildered by the darkness, perhaps baffled by her novel surroundings. She strove to pierce the gloom with wide-open, unseeing eyes, but the voice of her guide broke the spell.