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There was only one construction that could conscientiously be placed upon Max's behaviour. This was, that he had got wind of my arrival in Brazil. But how he had managed to do so -- for, of course, I did not know then that he had recognised me as the occupant of the cab that had so nearly knocked him down -- I could not imagine. No, I only knew that he was aware of my intentions, and was resolved that we should not come face to face.
"I feared as much," said Brockford gloomily. "But he cannot have succeeded in getting very far away in such a short space of time. The question is, where we are to look for him. Your Royal Highness would, of course, wish to accompany me on my search?"