none of that mattered. Blackheart, his men had named him,
"Good-bye!" he whispered to his second, and flung himself in.
Some one followed him; the door was slammed, and with a mighty throbbing they began to move.
"Rudolph! Rudolph!" wailed a voice behind them.
"Zank ze goodness SHE is not here!" exclaimed the Baron.
"Whisht! whisht!" he could hear Dugald expostulate.
With a violent start he turned to the fellow-passenger who had followed him in.
"Are you not Dugald?" he demanded hoarsely.
"No--it's--it's me! I dursn't wait for my dog- cart!"
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