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And behind, sinister, menacing, mysterious Japan! "Supposing," he propounded at last, "there really does exist a secret treaty between China and Japan?" "If there is," Prince Karschoff observed, "one can easily understand what Immelan has been at. Prince Shan can command the whole of Asia. I know they are afraid of something of the sort in the States.
Mervin Brown would be exceedingly obliged if you would come round to Downing Street to see him at once." "I will be there in ten minutes," Nigel promised. He laid down the receiver and turned to Karschoff. "The Prime Minister," he explained. "What does he want you for?" "I think," Nigel replied, "that the trouble cloud is about to burst." Mr.
"Something tells me, my dear Nigel," Karschoff declared, "that you are bent on frivolity." "If to lunch with a woman is frivolous, I plead guilty," Nigel replied. Karschoff's face was suddenly grave. He seemed on the point of saying something but checked himself and turned away with a little shrug of the shoulders. "Each one to his taste," he murmured.
Nigel hesitated for a moment, a somewhat curious hesitation which he many times afterwards remembered. "I am not very keen on restaurants for a week or two," he said doubtfully. "Besides, I had half promised to be at the club." "Not to-day," Karschoff insisted. "To-day let us listen to the call of the world. Woman is at her loveliest in the spring.
Karschoff is lunching with us, too. You know him, don't you? Come along and I'll introduce you to the others." It was a very cheerful party who, after a few minutes under the trees, strolled into luncheon and took their places at the round table reserved for them at the end of the room. Maggie at once took possession of Chalmers. "I have been so anxious to meet you, Mr. Chalmers," she said.
Such eyes, Maggie, and the slimmest, most wonderful figure you ever saw!" "Who was the cat?" Maggie enquired with asperity. "She is Russian. Her name is Naida Karetsky. Karschoff introduced me." Maggie was suddenly serious. There was just a trace of the one expression he had never before seen in her face fear lurking in her eyes, even asserting itself in her tone. "Naida Karetsky?" she repeated.
Naida, escorted by her father and Immelan, took her place at an adjacent table. She bowed to Nigel and Karschoff before sitting down, and her eyes travelled over the rest of the party with interest. Then she recognised Maggie and waved her hand. "Immelan is a very constant admirer," Prince Karschoff remarked, a little uneasily. "Is that her father?" Maggie asked. The Prince nodded.
"A woman is content to live anywhere, under certain circumstances," she murmured. Karschoff, discreetly announced, entered the room with flamboyant ease. "It is well to be young!" he exclaimed, as he bent over Naida's fingers.
These Orientals contrive to surround themselves with such an atmosphere of mystery. But from what I know of Prince Shan," he went on, "I do not think that he is one to shirk danger even from the assassin's dagger." A milk cart drew up with a clatter outside. There was the sound of the area gate being opened. Karschoff put on his hat. He looked Nigel in the face. "Maggie," he began
"Tell me who the woman is who has just entered?" Karschoff glanced in the direction indicated, and for a moment his somewhat saturnine expression changed. A smile played upon his lips, his eyes seemed to rest upon the figure of the girl half turned away from them with interest, almost with pleasure.
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