"
"Quite true! Why, he was praising everything English.
He evidently wanted to gain my confidence."
"May I ask where you met him?" asked Carl.
"On the train. He offered me a light. Before
I knew it, he was chatting familiarly with me.
But his game is spoiled. I will let him
know that I see through him and his designs."
"Then my object is accomplished," said Carl.
"Please excuse my want of ceremony." He
turned to leave, but Bedford called him back.
"If you are going to the falls, remain with me,"
he said. "We shall enjoy it better in company."
"With pleasure. Let me introduce myself as Carl Crawford.
I am traveling on business and don't belong to one
of the first families."
"I see you will suit me," said the Englishman, smiling.
Just then up came Stuyvesant, panting and breathless.
"My lord," he said, "I lost sight of you. If you will
allow me I will join you.
"Sir!" said the Englishman, in a freezing
voice, "I have not the honor of knowing you."
Stuyvesant was overwhelmed.
"I--I hope I have not offended you, my lord," he said.
"Sir, I have learned your character from this young man."
This called the attention of Stuyvesant to Carl.
He flushed as he recognized him
"Mr. Stuyvesant," said Carl, "I must trouble
you to return the valise you took from my stateroom,
and the pocketbook which you borrowed.
My name is Carl Crawford, and my room is 71."
Stuyvesant turned away abruptly. He left the valise at the desk,
but Carl never recovered his money.
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