"Well, he's out of harm's way for awhile," said Jack. "He has no clothes aboard but dressing-gowns and slippers!" 27 Nowadays it is difficult for the great to conceal their movements. In spite of the precautions he had taken, the story of the chartering of the _Columbian_, and the young millionaire's sudden departure on a Southern cruise was in the next morning's papers. Jack silently cursed the yacht-broker. He had no more than read the story, he was still lingering over his breakfast, when the telephone in the Dutch room rang, and the voice on the wire said: "Miss Culbreth is asking for you." "What!" cried Jack. "You mean she's downstairs!" "Yes, sir." "You're sure it's me she wants?" "Yes, sir, Mr. Robinson," she said. Jack hesitated before answering. To tell the truth his courage sunk slowly into his boots. He would sooner have faced five strong men than the infuriated Miriam. But as soon as he realized he was afraid his obstinacy came into play. He said to himself: "I'm not going to let her bluff me." Aloud he said curtly: "Show her up." Although she must have set out from home in a rage, Miriam had not on that account neglected her appearance. She wore a little red hat with a cunning flare to the brim, and was otherwise all in black. Her fine eyes were dark with anger. "By the Lord she's beautiful!" thought Jack. "It's all very well for Kate to talk, but there's a dangerous delight in fighting a woman like this!" She lost no time coming to the point. "Is this story in the papers about Bobo true?" she demanded, declining to sit. "More or less," said Jack. "What do you mean by that? Has he gone away?" "Just a little trip for his health." "I don't believe you!" "Then why ask?" "You've had him kidnapped!" "Ahead of you, eh?" "Spare me your impudence, please!" Jack bowed low. "I'll expose you in the newspapers!" she threatened "Go ahead! You may be sure I know exactly what I'm doing." His coolness made her pause. She stared at him stormily for a moment "Maybe it's not true!" she said. "Maybe you gave out the story yourself to put me off." Jack smiled. "I'll see!" she cried. She darted into the adjoining room, Bobo's bedroom. Jack let her go. There was nothing in any of the rooms that it mattered if she saw. He heard her opening and slamming the doors, and sat down to his interrupted breakfast. He could see that his cool airs maddened her, and there was a kind of breathless fun in it. He was less cool than he appeared. His heart hammered on his ribs. She came running back angrier if possible than before. Jack affected to be very much absorbed in an item in the newspaper, which he relinquished with manifest reluctance to rise at her entrance. "Well, did you find his corpse?" Miriam's only reply was an inarticulate sound of rage. It was some moments before she could command herself sufficiently to speak. "Just you wait! I'll get square! I'll beat you yet!" She turned to go.