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If one does not live while one is young, there is no other chance." Von Behrling assented with renewed gloom. He was twenty-five years old, and his income barely paid for his uniforms. Of late, this fact had materially interfered with his enjoyments. "It is strange," he said, "that you should talk like this. You have the world at your feet, Mademoiselle. You have only to throw the handkerchief."
"We shall remember all those things," Bellamy assured him. Streuss took up his hat and gloves. "With your permission, then, Mademoiselle," he concluded, turning to Louise, "I go. I must try and understand for myself the meaning of this thing which has happened to Von Behrling." "Do not forget," Bellamy said, "that if you discover anything, we are equally interested."... They heard him go out.
He felt his knees shake so that he caught at the edge of the table before which he was standing. There was no possible doubt about it, he had been tricked. Von Behrling, after all, Von Behrling, whom he had looked upon merely as a stupid, infatuated Austrian, ready to sell his country for the sake of a woman, had fooled him utterly!
Von Behrling shook like a man in the throes of some great passion. "We talk too intimately," she whispered, as the people began to file in to take their places. "After luncheon we will take our coffee in my coupe. Then, if you like, we will speak of these matters. I have a headache. Will you order me some champagne?
"David!" she cried, "my dear David !" Then she broke off. "What is it?" she asked, in a different tone. He showed her the headlines of the newspaper he was carrying. "Tragedy!" he answered hoarsely. "Von Behrling was true, after all, at least, it seems so." "What has happened?" she demanded. Bellamy pointed once more to the newspaper.
"It is you," the older man declared, "who play the fool, and we will not have it! Mademoiselle Idiale is a Servian and a patriot. She is the friend, too, of Bellamy, the Englishman. She and he were together last night." "Bellamy is not even on the train," Von Behrling protested. "He went north to Berlin. That itself is the proof that they know nothing.
"You must forgive Mademoiselle," said Bellamy, "if she is a little upset this morning. She knows, of course, as I know and you know, that Von Behrling was playing a desperate game, and that he carried his life in his hands. Yet his death has been a shock has been a shock, I may say, to both of us. From your point of view," Bellamy went on, "it was doubtless deserved, but "
He shook his head, and walking to the door tried the handle. It was securely closed. He came back slowly to her side. Her eyes were questioning him fiercely. "Well?" she exclaimed. "Well?" "Have you heard from Von Behrling?" "No," she answered. "He knew that I must sing to-night. I have been expecting him to telephone every moment since I got home. You have seen him?"
I can find out before morning where he went when he left our rendezvous. There is another way, too. Mademoiselle this man Von Behrling believed that she was leaving the country with him. She was to have had a message within the next few hours." The Minister nodded thoughtfully. "Bellamy, I have been your friend and you have done us good service often.
"What claim have you to it?" Laverick asked quickly. "I might retort, but I will not," Bellamy replied. "Time is too short. I will answer you by explaining who the man was and what that document consists of. The man's name was Von Behrling, and he was a trusted agent of the Austrian Secret Service.
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