THE UNKNOWN MR. KENT
"Give me the message," Kent said.
The usurper thrust it across toward him, facilitated its passage by blowing it sharply with his pursed lips, and then calmly sat down. Kent took it, twisted it into a knot, and with thumb and finger flipped it into the air. For a moment they looked at each other, Provarsk alert and with increasing insolence, the American humorously, and secretly pleased.
"Why, do you know," he said suddenly, almost as if speaking to himself and expecting no reply, "you are a lot more interesting and much smarter than I gave you credit for being? Somehow or another, though, I don't believe you are going to put it through. You don't dare to ruin a kingdom. You've called my bluff and now I call yours!"
The baron sneered.
"Don't dare to carry it out to the end, you mean? Try me!"
"Perhaps I shall. That depends. Yes, I rather think I will."
"That old saw about possession being nine-tenths, you know, Mr. Kent?" The baron now spoke with painful gentility.
"That being the case, I suppose I may as well go," replied the American.
"Oh, I shouldn't be in too big a hurry," the usurper said, with a meaning grin that did not extend above his lips. "I'm afraid, Mr. Richard
