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An inspiration had seized him. "Come," he declared, "we will pay Draconmeyer back without sending you home to sell your securities. Come and stand with me." She looked at him in amazement. "Henry!" she exclaimed. "You are not going to play? Don't! Take my advice and don't!" He laughed. "We'll see," he replied confidently. "You wouldn't believe that I was a fatalist, would you? I am, though.
All the colour died slowly from her face. She swayed a little, but when Draconmeyer would have supported her she pushed him away. "An accident?" she muttered. "I must go and see for myself." She turned and re-entered the hotel swiftly. Draconmeyer caught her up in the hall. "Lady Hunterleys," he begged earnestly, "please take my advice. I am your friend, you know.
Selingman and Draconmeyer came out looking fairly well satisfied. Half-an-hour later Douaille went on to Mentone, to the Hotel Splendide, where his wife and daughters are staying. No writing at all was done in the room." "The conference has really begun, then," Hunterleys observed moodily. "Without a doubt," Roche declared.
Don't misunderstand me. I will order my boxes packed, I will catch the eight o'clock train either through to London or to Paris anywhere. I will do that if you will come. There is my offer. That is my reply to all that you have said about Mr. Draconmeyer. I shall lose a friend who has been gentleness and kindness and consideration itself. I will risk that. What do you say? Will you come?"
"Forgive me if my fingers tremble. It is the excitement of the last few minutes." Hunterleys stood quite still. Words seemed difficult to him just then. "You were very brave, Henry," she said quietly. "Whom whom are you going down with?" "I am with Richard Lane," he answered, "in his two-seated racer." She bit her lip. "I did not mean to come alone with Mr. Draconmeyer, really," she explained.
She had drawn a little closer to her husband. Her coat was unfastened. Hunterleys leaned towards her and buttoned it with strong fingers up to her throat. "Thank you," she whispered. "You wouldn't you couldn't drive down with us, could you?" "Have you plenty of room?" he enquired. "Plenty," she declared eagerly. "Mr. Draconmeyer and I are alone." For a moment Hunterleys hesitated.
She would wash all the dust of these places away from her, abjure all manner of excitement and for once sleep peacefully. In the morning she would see Henry once more. Deep in her heart there still lingered some faint shadow of doubt as to Draconmeyer and his attitude towards her.
She was a new importation and she had no idea as to the identity of the tall, severe-looking Englishman who walked by her mistress's side. "There is something going on in Monte Carlo," Lady Hunterleys went on, "which I cannot understand. Mr. Draconmeyer knows about it, I believe, although he is not personally concerned in it. But he will tell me nothing.
Draconmeyer, don't think that I don't appreciate all your kindness. Short of accepting your money, I would do anything to prove it." "There need be no question of a gift," he reminded her, in a low tone. "If I were a perfect stranger, I might still be your banker. You must have money from somewhere. Are you going to ask your husband?" She bit her lip for a moment.
Draconmeyer turned away to hide his expression. "Talk to her as lightly as possible," he whispered to his wife, "but don't leave her alone. I will come back for you in ten minutes." He left the two women together and descended into the hall. He found several of the reception clerks whispering together.
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