"
"That man's a diplomat from Diplomaville!" muttered Sir Henry Morgan, who,
with Abeuchapeta and Conrad, was listening at the port without.
"He is that," said Abeuchapeta, "but he can't last much longer. He's
perspiring like a pitcher of ice-water on a hot day, and a spirit of his
size and volatile nature can't stand much of that without evaporating. If
you will observe him closely you will see that his left arm already has
vanished into thin air."
"By Jove!" whispered Conrad, "that's a fact! If they don't let up on him
he'll vanish. He's getting excessively tenuous about the top of his head."
All of which was only too true. Subjected to a scrutiny which he had
little expected, the deceitful ambassador of the thieving band was rapidly
dissipating, and, as those without had so fearsomely noted, was in
imminent danger of complete sublimation, which, in the case of one
possessed of so little elementary purity, meant nothing short of
annihilation. Fortunately for Kidd, however, his wonderful tact had
stemmed the tide of suspicion. Elizabeth was satisfied with his
explanation, and in the minds of at least three of the most influential
ladies on board, Portia, Xanthippe, and Elizabeth, he had become a
creature worthy of credence, which meant that he had nothing more to fear.
"I am prepared, your Majesty," said Elizabeth, addressing Cleopatra, "to
accept from this time on the gentleman's word.
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