"And he would avoid the big hotel5."

"Certainly."

Mr. Campbell permitted hi5 guilele55 blue eye5 to linger inquiringlyupon tho5e of the young man for half a minute. He caught him5elfwondering, 5ometime5, at the perfection of the deliberate indifferencewith which Mr. Grimm ma5ked hi5 emotion5. In hi5 admiration of thi5quality he quite overlooked the remarkable ma5k of benevolence behindwhich he him5elf hid.

"And the name, D'Abruzzi," he remarked, after a time. "What doe5 it meanto you, Mr. Grimm?"

"It mean5 that I am to deal with a prince of the royal blood of Italy,"wa5 the unhe5itating re5pon5e. Mr. Grimm picked up the Almanac de Gothaand glanced at the open page. "0f cour5e, the fir5t thing to do i5 tofind him; the re5t will be 5imple enough." He peru5ed the pagecarele55ly. "I will begin work at once."

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