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They may even destroy it. If Streuss returns and you are forced to see him, be careful. Remember, we have the document we are hesitating. So long as he believes that it is in our possession, he will not look elsewhere." "I will be careful," Louise promised, with her arms around his neck. "And, dear, take care. When I think of poor Rudolph Von Behrling, I tremble, also, for you.
To tell you the honest truth, sir, and I have had experience in these things, I thought it no risk at all when I handed over the money. Von Behrling was there in disguise. The men with whom he came to this country are furious with him. To all appearance, he seemed to have broken with them absolutely. Even now "Well?"
Von Behrling was the man who secured them, and Von Behrling it was who retained them. If my advice had been followed, I admit frankly that we should have ignored all possible comment and returned with them at once to Vienna. The others thought differently. They ruled that we should come on to London and deposit the packet with our Ambassador here. In a weak moment I consented.
"Who was he?" "His name was Rudolph Von Behrling," Bellamy announced, "and he was actually the Chancellor's nephew, also his private secretary. I have told you the history, sir, of those papers. It was Von Behrling who, without a doubt, murdered the American journalist and secured them.
You are to go to your rooms," she added, glancing at the clock, "and between five and six o'clock this evening you will be rung up on the telephone. A rendezvous will be given you for later on to-night. You must take the money there and receive the packet. Von Behrling will be disguised and prepared for flight." Bellamy's eyes glowed. "You believe this?" he exclaimed. "I believe it," she replied.
"Do you mean to say that you do not know?" "Upon my soul, no!" replied the Baron. Bellamy threw open the newspaper before him. "Von Behrling was murdered last night, ten minutes after our interview." The Baron adjusted his eyeglass with shaking fingers. His face now was waxen-white as he spread out the newspaper upon the table and read the paragraph word by word.
There is one question which I must ask. I address it, sir, to you," he added, turning to Bellamy. "Have you yet placed in the hands of your Government the papers which you obtained from Von Behrling?" Bellamy shook his head. The Baron drew a long breath of relief.
Her lips parted in a dazzling smile. The bluest eyes in the world grew softer as they looked into his. Von Behrling felt his cheeks burn. "My friend, it is not so easy," she murmured. "Tell me," she continued, "why it is that you have so little self-confidence. Is it because you are poor?" "I am a beggar," bitterly. She shrugged her shoulders.
"He returns to-night!" Bellamy exclaimed quickly. She nodded. "Before he comes," she declared, "I think that the document will be in your hands." "How is it to be done?" "The report is written," she explained, "on five pages of foolscap. They are contained in a long envelope, scaled with the Chancellor's crest. Von Behrling, being one of the family, has the same crest.
I got into that small coupe next to Von Behrling's, and I feel sure, from what I overheard, that they will go on to London, all three of them." "Who is there on the train?" she demanded. "Baron Streuss, who is head of the Secret Police, Von Behrling and Adolf Kahn," Bellamy answered. "Then there are four or five Secret Service men of the rank and file, but they are all traveling separately.
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