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The President said that undoubtedly correspondents would be permitted to accompany the expedition, for reports of the day's discoveries and events must as soon as possible be communicated to the press. Mr. Beechtree, feeling uncomfortable under the general interest and in the intolerable presence of Mr. Wilbraham, slipped away. He wanted privacy to think, to hide from the fire of eyes.
Don't you think so, Mr. Beechtree?" Henry said he did. They reached the Assembly Hall. The lobby, buzzing with delegates, Secretariat, journalists, Genevan syndics, and excitement, was like a startled hive. The delegates from Cuba, Chili, Bolivia, and Paraguay, temporarily at one, were informing the eager throng who crowded round them that Dr.
Eventually she had persuaded the young man to write to the Bolshevist telling them that he had a journalist friend already in Geneva, one Henry Beechtree, who might safely be entrusted with the not onerous job of reporting the proceedings of the Assembly for them. The Bolshevist did not really much care who did this job, or how it was done, so they accepted the services of this Mr. Beechtree.
The morning session of the Assembly was supposed to begin at ten, and at this hour next morning the unsophisticated Henry Beechtree took his seat in the Press Gallery. He soon perceived his mistake. The show obviously was not going to begin for ages. No self-respecting delegate or journalist would come into the hall on the stroke of the hour.
Beechtree, messenger." Mr. Beechtree was admitted. The slim, pale, shabby and yet somehow elegant young man, with his monocle, so useless, so foppish, dangling on its black ribbon, pleased, on the whole, M. Croza's fastidious taste. After introductions, courtesies, apologies, and seatings, Mr. Beechtree got to business.
After which they vanished, she in one direction, and the invader and marauder in another. If either of these two had seen the face of the man with a pencil and paper under the spreading beechtree, they would not have been so impatient for tomorrow, and Carmen would not have said "for sure." Jean Jacques was awake at last, man as well as philosopher.
In fact, I'm afraid I don't quite see how you come into this affair at all er Mr. Beechtree. But, since your statement has been made in public, perhaps I may inform the committee that it is wholly erroneous. I had once such shares as this er gentleman mentioned.
Beechtree, we may take as certain, in this imperfect world. Yes.... He's an Englishman, I assume, this friend of yours?" "An Englishman, yes. Intensely an Englishman." Henry paused a moment. "I had better tell you at once; he is Charles Wilbraham." "Wilbraham!" M. Croza was startled. He felt no love for Wilbraham, who, for his part, felt and showed little for the Latin American republics.
As he passed Henry Beechtree on his way to the door, he stopped. "Ah, my dear young man. Luck did not favour our little plan, did it?" "That person," said the disagreeable voice of Charles Wilbraham, "is, if I may be allowed to mention it, a young woman, Dr. Franchi." The ex-cardinal turned to him a cold face. "I have known that, Mr. Wilbraham, a good deal longer than you have."
Such a stirring organ as the British Bolshevist should, perhaps, have a more up-to-date correspondent. Will you, Mr. President, request Mr. Beechtree to be seated? I fear I find myself unable to discuss my affairs with er him personally." Charles's eyes, staring at Henry through his pince-nez, became like blue glass. For a moment silence held the room.
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