"We are running for the _King Edward_, and hope for a day in London
before we sail. Perhaps we shall see you one of these days in America,"
said Claiborne, with some malice, it must be confessed, for his sister's
benefit.

"That is possible; I am very fond of Washington," responded Armitage
carelessly.

"Of course you will look us up," persisted Dick. "I shall be at Fort Myer
for a while--and it will always be a pleasure--"

Claiborne turned for a last word with the porter about their baggage, and
Armitage stood talking to Shirley, who had already entered the carriage.

"Oh, is there any news of Count von Stroebel's assassin?" she asked,
noting the newspaper that Armitage held in his hand.

"Nothing. It's a very mysterious and puzzling affair."

"It's horrible to think such a thing possible--he was a wonderful old
man. But very likely they will find the murderer."

"Yes; undoubtedly."

Then, seeing her brother beating his hands together impatiently behind
Armitage's back--a back whose ample shoulders were splendidly silhouetted
in the carriage door--Shirley smiled in her joy of the situation, and
would have prolonged it for her brother's benefit even to the point of
missing the train, if the matter had been left wholly in her hands. It