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"My impression is," said Gorman, "that Mrs. Scarsby would allow anyone to kick her husband up and down Piccadilly if she thought she'd be able to entertain royalty afterwards. I don't think she ever got higher than a Marquis before. By the way, poor Konrad Karl is to have a throne at the end of her drawing-room, and I'm to present her. You really ought to come, Dane-Latimer."
I don't know whether Scarsby will show up or not; but it's better to take no risks. She might kick him again." "What I was wondering," said Dane-Latimer, "was whether she'd kick me. She might feel that she ought to get a bit of her own back out of the plaintiff's solicitor. I'm not a tall man. She could probably reach my face, and I don't want to have Scarsby mending up my teeth afterwards."
I can't imagine her compromising herself with a man whose own wife is ashamed to produce him." Dane-Latimer smiled. "I told you it was nothing of that sort," he said. "In fact it's quite the opposite. Madame went to him as a patient in the ordinary way, and he started to put a gold filling into one of her teeth. She was infernally nervous and made him swear beforehand that he wouldn't hurt her.
"That's so," said Dane-Latimer. "All the same it won't be very nice if the case comes into court. Madame had far better settle it. Just think of the newspapers. They'll crack silly jokes about it for weeks and there'll be pictures of Madame in most undignified attitudes. She won't like it." "I see that," said Gorman. "And of course Konrad Karl will be dragged in and made to look like a fool."
"I think," he said, "that I've got that little trouble between Madame Ypsilante and the dentist settled up all right." "Are you sure?" said Dane-Latimer. "Scarsby is still in a furious temper. At least he was the day before yesterday. I haven't seen him since then." "You won't see him again," said Gorman. "He has completely climbed down." "How the deuce did you manage it?"
At three o'clock there was no one left within earshot of Gorman and Dane-Latimer. A couple of Heads of Government Departments and a Staff Officer still sat on at the far end of the room, but they were busy with a conversation of their own about a new kind of self-starter for motor cars. Dane-Latimer began to talk at last.
"In your hands," said Madame, "or in your arms. Sir Gorman, I trust you. I give you my Konrad into your hands. I fling myself into your arms if you wish it." "I don't wish it in the least," said Gorman. "In fact it will complicate things horribly if you do." Three days later Gorman called on Dane-Latimer at his office.
"I've rather a queer case on hand," said Dane-Latimer, "and some friends of yours are mixed up in it, at least I think I'm right in saying that that picturesque blackguard Konrad Karl of Megalia is a friend of yours." "I hope he's not the co-respondent," said Gorman. "No. No. It's nothing of that sort. In fact, strictly speaking, he's not in it at all. No legal liability.
Tax-payers' money. Scrupulously honourable, and niggardly. Good Lord!" There are many solicitors in London who make larger incomes than Mr. Dane-Latimer, though he does very well and pays a considerable sum every year by way of super-tax. There are certainly solicitors with firmly established family practices, whose position is more secure than Mr. Dane-Latimer's.
"Kings of all people," said Dane-Latimer, "can't afford to be laughed at. It doesn't do a king any real harm if he's hated, but if once he becomes comic he's done." Gorman thought the matter over for a minute or two. "I'll tell you what," he said at last. "You hold the dentist in play for a day or two and I'll see what I can do. There'll be no money. I warn you fairly of that.
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