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-LSB- Illustration : `` I laughed in the poor disappointed thing 's face , and with a howl of despair he rushed back into the sea . '' _ Chapter X. _ -RSB- The Twins had been on the lookout for the Baron for at least an hour , and still he did not come , and the little Imps were beginning to feel blue over the prospect of getting the usual Sunday afternoon story . It was past four o'clock , and for as long a time as they could remember the Baron had never failed to arrive by three o'clock . All sorts of dreadful possibilities came up before their mind 's eye . They pictured the Baron in accidents of many sorts . They conjured up visions of him lying wounded beneath the ruins of an apartment house , or something else equally heavy that might have fallen upon him on his way from his rooms to the station , but that he was more than wounded they did not believe , for they knew that the Baron was not the sort of man to be killed by anything killing under the sun .