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Afterwards, if things go well, Mademoiselle Karetsky will join the conference." "I fear," Maggie sighed, "that there will be difficulties in the way of my establishing confidential relations with Prince Shan." "There will be difficulties," Jesson assented, "but the thing is not so impossible as it would be in Paris.
But at his first words Drexley had sprung upon him like a wild animal nothing but his own great personal strength and the prompt intervention of all the men who were present had saved the attack from being a murderous one. There had been no words no sort of explanation. None came now Drexley was furious but silent. "I think you had better go away, Jesson," one of the members said.
"Will you be my ambassador?" the Prime Minister asked. Nigel hesitated for a moment. "If you wish it," he promised. "Prince Shan is in some respects a strangely inaccessible person, but just at present he seems well disposed towards my household." "Arrange, if you can," Mr. Mervin Brown begged, "to bring him here to-morrow morning. I will try to have available a copy of the dispatch from Jesson.
Rice walked with him to the door. "Jesson," he said, "I want you to promise me something." "Well?" "You're a bit down on your luck. If things go badly you'll give me a look up. I can always raise a bit, and I think your word's all right. I tell you this, on my honour. Only yesterday 'the chief' asked for the proof of your story himself. It was down to appear without fail this next week.
"I have not the faintest doubt but that he was murdered," Nigel declared. "The document upon which he was working disappeared entirely except for one sheet." "You have that one sheet?" Jesson asked eagerly. Nigel produced it from his pocketbook, smoothed it cut, and laid it upon the table. "There are two things worth noticing here," he pointed out.
He still has his uses, so he is allowed to hang on a little longer. Now, Douglas Jesson, listen to one who knows. What you are and who you are well, no matter. I liked you when we met here, and you have a splendid opportunity before you. Listen. Emily de Reuss will care nothing for your safety. She will oppose your going abroad. You are her latest plaything.
"The first is that the actual name of a town in Russia is given, and a telephone number in London. Kroten I have looked up on the map. It seems to be an unimportant place in a very desolate region. The telephone number is Oscar Immelan's." "That is interesting, though not surprising," Jesson declared.
Rice seemed to find it not altogether easy to continue. He dropped his voice. The question he asked was almost a whisper. "Is your name really Douglas Jesson or is it Douglas Guest?" Douglas gasped and clutched for a moment at the tablecloth.
"You're not quite yourself this evening, Jesson," he remarked. "I'm all right. Which way are you going to the club?" Drexley shook his head. "Back to my rooms," he answered. "I shall have a pipe and go to bed. I haven't slept well lately. To-night I think I shall." They were parted by a stream of outcoming people, and Douglas took advantage of the opportunity to slip away.
"I suppose they still make all you fellows on joining go to the regimental tailor, don't they?" Jesson looked a trifle surprised at the question. "I don't think they are as particular as they were," he returned after a moment. "Personally I went to Jones & Jones." He casually buttoned up his mackintosh and turned to the Tunneller. "If you're ready I think we might be going.
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