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This amendment had been made in view of the fact that Lord Ferriby was in the hotel, and was, indeed, at this moment partaking of a solemn breakfast in his private sitting-room overlooking the Toornoifeld.
The porter of the hotel on the Toornoifeld was enjoying his early cigarette in the doorway, when he was impelled by a natural politeness to stand aside for one of the visitors in the hotel. "Ah!" he said. "You promenade yourself thus early?" "Yes," answered Cornish, cheerily, "I promenade myself thus early." "You have had your coffee?" asked the porter.
I shall stay on the Toornoifeld as usual, and hope to arrive about nine o'clock to-morrow evening. I shall leave the hotel about a quarter-past nine and walk down the right-hand bank of the Koninginne Gracht, and should like to meet you by the canal, where we can have a talk.
For Cornish, having perceived Percy Roden under the trees of the Toornoifeld, had gone out there to speak to him, and in answer to a plain question had received a plain answer as to the price that Lord Ferriby had been paid for the use of his name in the Malgamite Fund transactions.
Wade, who, as he drove up, had seen that brilliant financier uneasily strolling under the trees of the Toornoifeld, looking towards the hotel, for Lord Ferriby's death was a link in the crooked malgamite chain which even Von Holzen had failed to foresee. Indeed, Lord Ferriby must have been gratified could he have seen the posthumous pother that he made by dying at this juncture.
He was also as quick as a woman. He went about the world picking up information. The city clocks were striking seven as he walked across the Toornoifeld, where the morning mist still lingered among the trees. The great square was almost deserted.
When at length she turned to get in, Tony Cornish was coming across the Toornoifeld under the trees; for The Hague is the shadiest city in the world, with forest trees growing amid its great houses. "Ah!" said Marguerite, holding out her hand. "You see, I have come across to give you all a leg-up. Seems to me we are going to have rather a spree."
The salon in question was at the front of the house on the first floor, and therefore looked out upon the Toornoifeld, where the trees were beginning to show a tender green, under the encouragement of a treacherous April sun. Major White, seated bolt upright in his chair, looked with a gentle surprise out of the window.
In winter, when the canals are frozen, the reek of burning-peat is on the air and in the summer the odour of slow waters. Cornish knew them both. He knew everything about this old-world city, where the turning-point of his life had been fixed. It was deserted now. The great houses, the theatre the show-places were closed. The Toornoifeld was empty.
"One cannot suppose," he said, in the full conviction that words will meet any emergency "One cannot suppose that Von Holzen will act in direct opposition to the voice of the majority." "Von Holzen," replied the major, "plays a doocid good game." After luncheon they walked across the Toornoifeld to the Hotel des Indes, and there, in a small salon, found a number of gentlemen seated round a table.
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