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suspicion I had seen flashed into her mind even though lulled by my
fine assumption of the attitude of a man of honor.

"Lovely and beautiful Madam," I made a beginning to say, when--

"Oh, yes, Mr. Carruthers is here, for I have an appointment to call
for him," an interruption came in the voice of my Buzz in remonstrance
with the black maid of Madam Whitworth in the hall of her house.

"Come in, Buzz, dear," called that beautiful Madam Whitworth as in one
small instant she changed both her position with arms on my shoulder
and her countenance of anger and anxiety. She was a very wise and
beautiful and much experienced woman, was that Madam Whitworth, but
she had given to me, unlessoned as I was in the art of politics, the
fact that I most wanted: that the two papers containing the
specifications concerning the mules had been mistranslated by her.

"Put a shawl around you, Madam Pat, and come out here to the street a
minute to see what is going to happen to the Prince of Carruthers,"
said my rescuer as he inserted his head into the room for one little
minute and beckoned us to follow him.

And what did I find out there upon that street?

CHAPTER XIII

BROTHERS BY BLOODSHED

I then experienced a surprise that gave to me a very great pleasure
and which made my heart to expand until it almost burst the restraint
of that towel of the bath under the bag of my brown cheviot coat.
Before the door of the house of the beautiful Madam Whitworth stood
the gray racing car of my Buzz, and before it stood a slim car of a
similar make, only it was of the darkest amethyst that seemed to be
almost a black, while behind it stood one of equal if not superior
elegance of shape which had the beautiful blackness of jet. That was
not all! Across the street stood also a car of a golden brown and to
the front of it one of the red of a very dark cherry.

"There you are," said my Buzz with a wave of his hand. "Pick one, with
the compliments of the General. I think the amethyst is a jewel."

"Oh, it is not possible to me to accept a present of such delight from
my good Uncle, the General Robert. I must go to him and say that I am
not worthy!" I exclaimed with a large faltering in my voice.

"All right; just jump into the one you like best and drive on down to
the Old Hickory Club and say it to him. Sorry that you can't come
along, Mrs. Pat, but that glad rag you've got on is too great a beauty
with which to appear in public.