'I will go,' she said. Then she saw Beaple Yeo stalk across the terrace. 'No'—she corrected herself hastily—'I will stay.'
CHAPTER XLV.
OBER-ALP.
After Philip had looked sufficiently long at the caged eagle, he went in search of the captain, and found him smoking in the veranda of the hotel.
'Lambert,' said he, 'there's a deal of fuss being made about this American lady, but who is she?'
'Comes from Chicago,' answered the captain.
'I know that, but I want to know something more concerning her.'
The captain shrugged his shoulders. 'She's good-looking, deucedly so.'
'That, also, I can see for myself. Have you made no inquiries about her?'
'I? why should I?'