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I am coming to the Plaza Hotel. That, I suppose, is good news for you, Mr. Fischer." "Of course it is," he answered, "but why do you say so?" "It will give you so many opportunities," she murmured. "Of seeing you?" She shook her head. "Of searching my belongings." There was a moment's silence. She heard his quick breath through the darkness. His voice assumed its harsher tone.
As a gift from heaven for my forbearance, down the path towards us came the Herr Rat, angelically clad in a white silk suit. He and Frau Fischer were old friends. She drew the folds of her dressing-gown together, and made room for him on the little green bench. "How cool you are looking," she said; "and if I may make the remark what a beautiful suit!"
There was a ripple of interest and a good deal of curiosity that afternoon, in the lounge and entrance hall of the Hotel Plaza, when a tall, grey-moustached gentleman of military bearing descended from the automobile which had brought him from the station, and handed in his name at the desk, inquiring for Mr. Fischer. "Will you send my name up the Baron von Schwerin," he directed.
Lutchester sighed. "Your uncle," he went on, "is one of those thoroughly conceited, egotistical men who will probably listen to no one. You see, I have found out a little about him already. But they tell me that her social position means a great deal to your aunt. Neither her birth nor her friends could save her if Fischer drags your uncle to his chariot wheels."
You'll see them all stiffen when we come near. I hope they haven't got hold of Hastings, though." The two men rose to their feet and crossed the lawn. Fischer, who had suddenly appeared in the background, whispered something in Mrs. Hastings' ear. She swung around to Pamela, a second too late.
"What is it, Louise?" asked one and another. "A man who wants to see Mademoiselle Fischer." "Who is the man?" asked Lisbeth. "He is in rags, mademoiselle, and covered with flue like a mattress-picker; his nose is red, and he smells of brandy. He is one of those men who work half of the week at most."
We want the formula and we shall have it, but more than anything else in the world we want to know why Fischer has pledged his word in Berlin to bring this war to an end within three months. We have to find that out, and we are going to find it out from him. You see, I have treated you with confidence, Captain Graham. Now let me show you to your room." Graham put his hand to his forehead.
"I haven't disturbed your morning, I hope?" she asked. "I guess, if you have, it isn't the way you mean," he replied. "You've disturbed a good deal of my time and thoughts lately." "Well, you've had your own way now," she sighed, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I suppose you always get your own way in the end, don't you, Mr. Fischer?" "Generally," he admitted.
"You don't suggest that I should rob her of it, I suppose?" "Not at all," Fischer replied. "On the other hand, you might very well induce her to give it up voluntarily, or at least to treat with me." "You don't know Pamela," was Van Teyl's curt reply.
Pamela just then was a picture of engaging humility. "It is so hard for me," she murmured, "I do not want to marry yet. I do not wish to think of it. And so far as you are concerned, Mr. Fischer well, I am simply furious when I think of your attitude last night. But I love adventures." "I will promise you all the adventures that can be crammed into your life," he urged.
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