Then, without waiting for a word from me, she turned and ran after the Professor, linked her arm in his, and so they went off down the winding path.
CHAPTER XIV
THE PROFESSOR IS MAIMED
I went back and told my friends of the afternoon’s incident.
“I must confess to feeling a little doubtful about them,” I said. “I can’t make the girl out at all; she is a most queer young woman, but of course Professor Seemarsh is a well-known man in England.”
“You are sure you have heard of him?” Szalay asked.
“Oh, yes. I know the name well. After all, it is quite likely that he would be grubbing about here for specimens. These scientific fellows know of every likely place in Europe for a find.”
A day or two passed, and I saw no more of my new acquaintances, for the reason that I did not walk that way. Miss Seemarsh, it is true, rather provoked my curiosity by her strangeness, but not sufficiently to induce me to run after her. We had noticed nothing suspicious since the episode of poor Fritz, and the strain of apprehending the enemy’s next move was rather trying. One afternoon I thought I would stroll down to the landslip and see if the Professor and his daughter were there. Action of some sort seemed absolutely necessary to keep one’s nerves in order; although we had determined to make a dash within the next few days.
I had gone but a very short way towards the village when I saw coming towards me the pair whom I was going to seek. “Hullo!” said I, “this is suspicious. What are they doing up here?”