Dick Merriwell's Pranks; Or, Lively Times in the Orient — John Shaqi
Dick Merriwell's Pranks; Or, Lively Times in the OrientStandish, Burt L.
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Dick Merriwell's Pranks; Or, Lively Times in the Orient
Standish, Burt L.
Adventure stories; Americans -- Middle East -- Juvenile fiction; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Mystery fiction
“It is an outrage, and we’ll enter a complaint.”
“You bet your boots!”
“That is your privilege,” smiled Achmet, in his half-sneering way. “When
I am through, you may complain as much as you like; but first bring
forth the professor, that I may question him. Why is he hiding?”
“Hiding? Do you think he would hide from you?” exclaimed Dick. “I tell
you he is not here. Look for yourself.”
“And be right careful that none of our belongings stick to your
fingers,” growled the Texan. “We’ve been robbed in various ways from
London all the way here; but this is the first time any one has tried
the game open and brazen, like this.”
“You are not in the least danger of being robbed,” assured the Turk. “I
invite you to watch me, in order that you may see you have no complaint
of that sort to make.”
He then looked into the adjoining room, and the bath.
“Well, are you satisfied?” demanded Dick.
Achmet showed a trace of annoyance and disappointment. He stated that he
had been told by the Nubian that the professor was there, and further
that he was sure Zenas Gunn had not left the hotel since his arrival.
“Which makes it plain that he has played the spy on us right along,”
said Dick, addressing Brad, but not lowering his voice.
“Sure!” rasped Buckhart.
“I will wait for his return,” said the Turk. “While I am waiting,
perhaps you will inform me what business has brought you to this
country.”
“Our business is none of your business,” declared Dick.
“Of that I will judge when I am satisfied that I have learned your
business.”
“We are traveling.”
“For what purpose?”
“To see the world.”
“Two boys and an old man. In Italy your behavior was suspicious. You
disappeared from Naples in great haste, without explaining why you left
so suddenly or whither you went.”
“Great tarantulas!” muttered Brad. “He’s even got track of us as far
back as that.”
“In Venice you were concerned in some singular and unaccountable things,
and in Greece you had dealings with lawless characters. Had you remained
in Athens, you must have explained your actions to officials of the city
government. You left there, also, in haste.”
Dick wondered that the man should know so much of their movements.
“It seems,” continued Achmet, “that in various places the police have
been warned against you; but that in each instance they sought to find
out about you only to find you suddenly departed.”
“This certain is a plenty interesting!” gasped Buckhart. “What does it
mean, pard? Can you tell?”
Dick had been thinking swiftly. His hand fell on his friend’s arm.
“Brad, it is the work of Bunol and Marsh, our bitter enemies. They were
sore because we fooled them by getting the Budthornes out of their
power. They have lost track of Dunbar Budthorne and his sister, Nadia,
but have managed somehow to keep trace of us, and have tried to cause us
as much annoyance as possible.”
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