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flowers. Had there, by chance, a purple bloom appeared among the white sweet peas? Chang did not know. It was most important, and Max himself must visit the little greenhouse projecting from the southern wall. Lastly, Max assured himself that Chang was setting the dinner-table for two.
"We will have dinner here together, my friendt," he explained to Hereford; "because just now there is nothing that it iss more worth while to do. Whatefer else could be done I haf done already."
"Then what is it that you have done, Max?" Hereford insisted.
The German's look of anxiety changed for an instant to a slow smile. "I haf all day kept myself oudt of jail. That iss something."
Hereford frowned impatiently.
