Chapter Twenty-One“M. Lasalle,” said Major Armitage.
Fritzi turned, with Bill’s hand on his arm and the sound of Bill’s voice in his ears. A look of surprise was succeeded by one of friendly recognition, which in its turn slowly gave place to an expression of undoubted dismay.
“Major Armitage!” he said. And then, spreading out both his plump hands, “Alas, you have found me.”
“We thought you were dead,” said Bill briefly.
M. Lasalle looked shocked.
“How could I be dead? Where, my dear friend, was my corpse?”
“In the Smuggler’s Leap,” said Bill, a little grimly. “You see, we found your fountain pen there, and your footmarks on the edge. And Miss Meredith told us how worried you’d been. And of course we thought—”
M. Lasalle looked, for him, severe.
“You thought—what did you think?”
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