7Dick sat in his cell with his head in his hands. He had passed most of the night in that manner. Upon his failure to produce passport or identifying papers the worst was believed against him. That damnable lack of a passport spoiled everything. Since there was no plausible story that he could tell the police, beyond his first statement he had remained absolutely mum. The wreck of his hopes seemed to be complete. A well-meaning turnkey had just brought him a morning paper on which was displayed the black face caption:
EX-KING MIGUEL ATTACKED IN THE CITY
Miguel’s soft and pleasing features were displayed in various poses. Fortunately they had not got a photograph of d**k as yet. But d**k supposed that Miguel, whatever his private wishes might be, would now be forced by the publicity to go
