As its musical notes echoed through the dewy patio, Murray, the butler,
appeared from the kitchen. At sight of Farrel, he halted, puzzled, but
recognized in him almost instantly the soldier who had so mysteriously
appeared at the house the night before. _El Mono_ was red of face and
obviously controlling with difficulty a cosmic cataclysm.
"Sir," he announced, respectfully, "that Indian of yours has announced
that he will shoot me if I attempt to serve breakfast."
Farrel grinned wanly.
"In that event, Murray," he replied, "if I were you, I should not attempt
to serve breakfast. You might be interested to know that I am now master
here and that, for the present, my own servants will minister to the
appetites of my guests. Thank you for your desire to serve, but, for the
present, you will not be needed here. If you will kindly step into the
kitchen, Carolina will later serve breakfast to you and the maids."
"I'm quite certain I've never heard of anything so extraordinary," Murray
murmured. "Mrs. Parker is not accustomed to being summoned to breakfast
with a bell."
"Indeed? I'm glad you mentioned that, Murray. Perhaps you would be good
enough to oblige me by announcing breakfast to Mr. and Mrs. Parker, Miss
Parker, and their guest, Mr. Okada."
"Thank you, sir," Murray murmured, and departed on his errand.
The first to respond to the summons was Kay.
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