THE UNKNOWN MR. KENT
I may want to use him, later on. "What's up in those towers?"
"That one over there," the baron indicated with a pointed finger, "contains rather a fair prison chamber. Strong enough; but no one has entered it, so far as I know, for about a hundred years."
"Good! Can't it be made comfortable for the baron?"
"Quite easily," declared Von Hertz. "And in the meantime I can have him guarded in another chamber. Bring him along."
Provarsk unhesitatingly followed the owner of the castle with the American leisurely pacing by his side and Ivan in the rear.
"That's decent of you, Mr. Kent," the prisoner said, calmly.
"Why not? I've no ill-feeling against you, Provarsk. We've merely played in the same game and you've lost."
"So far!" the prisoner qualified.
Kent laughed approvingly.
"Now you're talking!" he declared. "That's just the kind of spirit I like. I had sort of lost interest in you a while back. You seemed too easy; but now I really begin to regard you as worth while. Hello! Here we are. Nice room, too."
He walked across and looked through a win-
