soon. Don't get to be too much like an American."
"Honey, I'm sorry, I've got to tell you. I am an American."
"I always knew there was something strange about you," she said softly. "Never mind. Come back soon and attend to the roots. Let me have one good look, so I shan't forget."
She held up the candle, which gave him opportunity to glance at his wrist-watch.
"Hullo," he said. "Where's friend Higgins? Well, never mind. So much the better."
He climbed a chair and poked up the visor in the coat of arms. The passage-way opened.
"Gene, must you go that way? It looks so dark and nasty. Shall I call your courier?"
"No," he said grimly. "He had his chance. Don't let Herr Quackenbush back out of his promise about the debt."
"Gene, I'll study, so we can talk American together."
"Auf wiedersehen, Schätzchen!"
"Gootbye, gootbye," she cried into the
