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Lady Caroline hurriedly slipped a note under the dog's collar, and pa.s.sed over her pet.
Little tied the dog to the handle of the parasol and launched them both into s.p.a.ce. The next moment they were slowly, but tranquilly, sailing to the earth.
"A parasol and a parachute are distinct, but not different. Be not alarmed, he will get his dinner at some farm-house."
"Where are we now?"
"That opaque spot you see is London fog. Those twin clouds are North and South America. Jerusalem and Madagascar are those specks to the right."
Lady Caroline moved nearer; she was becoming interested. Then she recalled herself and said freezingly, "How are we going to descend?"
"By opening the valve."
"Why don't you open it then?"
"BECAUSE THE VALVE-STRING IS BROKEN!"
CHAPTER IX.
Lady Caroline fainted. When she revived it was dark. They were apparently cleaving their way through a solid block of black marble.
She moaned and shuddered.
"I wish we had a light."
"I have no lucifers," said Little. "I observe, however, that you wear a necklace of amber. Amber under certain conditions becomes highly electrical. Permit me."
He took the amber necklace and rubbed it briskly. Then he asked her to present her knuckle to the gem. A bright spark was the result. This was repeated for some hours. The light was not brilliant, but it was enough for the purposes of propriety, and satisfied the delicately minded girl.
Suddenly there was a tearing, hissing noise and a smell of gas. Little looked up and turned pale. The balloon, at what I shall call the pointed end of the Bologna sausage, was evidently bursting from increased pressure. The gas was escaping, and already they were beginning to descend. Little was resigned but firm.
"If the silk gives way, then we are lost. Unfortunately I have no rope nor material for binding it."
The woman's instinct had arrived at the same conclusion sooner than the man's reason. But she was hesitating over a detail.
"Will you go down the rope for a moment?" she said, with a sweet smile.
Little went down. Presently she called to him. She held something in her hand,--a wonderful invention of the seventeenth century, improved and perfected in this: a pyramid of sixteen circular hoops of light yet strong steel, attached to each other by cloth bands.
With a cry of joy Little seized them, climbed to the balloon, and fitted the elastic hoops over its conical end. Then he returned to the car.
"We are saved."
Lady Caroline, blus.h.i.+ng, gathered her slim but antique drapery against the other end of the car.
CHAPTER X.
They were slowly descending. Presently Lady Caroline distinguished the outlines of Raby Hall. "I think I will get out here," she said.
Little anch.o.r.ed the balloon and prepared to follow her.
"Not so, my friend," she said, with an arch smile. "We must not be seen together. People might talk. Farewell."
Little sprang again into the balloon and sped away to America. He came down in California, oddly enough in front of Hardin's door, at Dutch Flat. Hardin was just examining a specimen of ore.
"You are a scientist; can you tell me if that is worth anything?" he said, handing it to Little.
Little held it to the light. "It contains ninety per cent of silver."
Hardin embraced him. "Can I do anything for you, and why are you here?"
Little told his story. Hardin asked to see the rope. Then he examined it carefully.
"Ah, this was cut, not broken!"
"With a knife?" asked Little.
"No. Observe both sides are equally indented. It was done with a SCISSORS!"
"Just Heaven!" gasped Little. "Therese!"
CHAPTER XI.
Little returned to London. Pa.s.sing through London one day he met a dog-fancier. "Buy a nice poodle, sir?"
Something in the animal attracted his attention. "Fido!" he gasped.
The dog yelped.
Little bought him. On taking off his collar a piece of paper rustled to the floor. He knew the handwriting and kissed it. It ran:--
"TO THE HON. AUGUSTUS RABY--I cannot marry you. If I marry any one"
(sly puss) "it will be the man who has twice saved my life,--Professor Little.
"CAROLINE COVENTRY."
And she did.
LOTHAW;