“Come, I didn’t suppose there were eavesdroppers around,” mutters Craig, confused.
“Well, you uttered that last sentence a trifle louder than you intended, and I answered it for you. That’s all. No offense meant, I assure you. Come, walk arm and arm with me. I feel the eyes of Aroun Scutari upon me, and want to arrange my plans before granting him an interview.”
“Certainly, if it will help you.”
“Are you very angry with me, Aleck?”
“Angry? What for?”
“For the miserable business I was engaged in. I honestly assure you my motives were really quite philanthropical. At the end you know I realized what a foolish thing I had done. You know me well enough, old fellow, to understand that I’m no villain, fool though I may be at times.”
His repentance is sincere, and Aleck, like the good-hearted fellow he is, claps him on the shoulder.
“I hold no grudge against you, my boy. On the contrary this ridiculous escapade on the part of the Turk and yourself has resulted very pleasantly to a fellow of my size. It enabled me to meet one for whom I have been looking six months and more.”
“When you mentioned her name I knew there was something in the wind. And believe me, Aleck, you did old Montreal proud. I wish the Toque Bleue snowshoe boys had been here to see their bold comrade climb the Ferris wheel.”
At this Craig laughs merrily.