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You are a traitor!" De Bergillac turned away. The effeminacy of his manner seemed to have disappeared under the strain of his extreme anger. It was his race, after all, which had asserted itself. And then the door was thrown suddenly open and a wild-looking figure confronted them.
The party, however, who trooped cheerily into his little restaurant at something after midnight on this particular morning, succeeded in placing him at a disadvantage. First there was the Vicomte de Bergillac, one of his most important and influential patrons for many reasons, whose presence alone was more than sufficient guarantee for whoever might follow. Then there was the Marquise de St.
"To me," she admitted, "he seemed like an exceedingly precocious spoilt child!" "He is twenty-three," the Marquise declared. Phyllis laughed softly. "Well," she said, "I do not think that I shall amend my ideals for the sake of the Vicomte de Bergillac!" The Marquise looked at her doubtfully.
"There's only a year's difference in our ages!" he remarked. Henri de Bergillac smiled this time more expressively than ever, and held out his hands. "I speak of experience, not years," he said. "You have lived for twenty years in a very delightful spot no doubt, but away from everything which makes life endurable, possible even, for the child of the cities.
"It isn't much of a story," Guy began, making a desperate effort. "It was my first visit to Paris, and I lost my head a bit. I drank too much wine and quarrelled with a fellow who certainly insulted me. They all told me that I must fight him, so " "Stop, Monsieur Poynton!" Guy raised his head in surprise. The exclamation had come from the Duc de Bergillac.
"You are right, gentlemen," Monsieur Grisson said with a sigh. "We must tell Lord Fothergill that our relations with his country must remain unfettered. Again the telephone bell rang. Monsieur Grisson listened, and replied with a sudden return to his old briskness of manner. "It is young De Bergillac," he announced. "He has been in England in search of that missing page of the treaty.
He is going to Brazil, I think. We shall not interfere." "Tell me why," Spencer said, "you were so down on all of us who joined in the search for the Poyntons." "We could not afford to run any risks of your discovering a clue," De Bergillac answered, "because you in your turn were closely watched by German spies, hoping to discover them through you.
"Gendarmes, perhaps," he answered, "but not for you, my young friend. Have I not told you that you are in sanctuary here? A guest of the Duc de Bergillac evades all suspicion. Ah, I understand well those gendarmes. Let their presence cause you no anxiety, cher monsieur. They are a guard of honor for my reverend uncle and the personage who rides with him."
She is much too good-looking, and you are far too impressionable!" He looked at her reproachfully. "Angèle," he said, "you speak so of a young English miss to me, Henri de Bergillac to me who have known who knows " She interrupted him laughing. The exaggerated devotion of his manner seemed to amuse her. "My dear Henri!" she said. "I do not believe that even a young English miss is safe from you.
On an easy-chair by the fireside Henri de Bergillac was lounging, with a queer smile upon his lips. "My friend," he said quietly, though the scorn which underlay his words seemed to bite the air, "you have solved for us a double problem: first, how to account for the absence of our host; and secondly, how to open that very formidable-looking safe.
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