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Her appeals, on one excuse or another, had been disregarded. She had lost her place in his life, thrown it away, she told herself bitterly. And in its stead what! A new fear of Draconmeyer was stealing over her. He presented himself suddenly as an evil genius. She went back through the last few days. Her brain seemed unexpectedly clear, her perceptions unerring.
She thought of the loan, she thought of Draconmeyer with a new uneasiness. It was as though she had admitted some new complication into her life. "Could I have some tea?" she begged. He ordered some and sat with her while she drank it. "You know," he declared, "if I might be permitted to say so, I think you are taking the gaming here a little too seriously.
"Does the conversation you wish to have with me refer to Lady Hunterleys?" her husband asked quietly. "If so, I should like to say a few preliminary words which would, I hope, place the matter at once beyond the possibility of any misunderstanding." Draconmeyer moved a little uneasily in his place.
Selingman drew out his watch and held it underneath the electric light set in the back of the automobile. "Good!" he declared. "It is not yet half-past eleven." "Too early for the Austria," Draconmeyer murmured, a little absently. Selingman returned the watch to his pocket. "By no means," he objected.
Grex was the man to pave the way. Well?" "At ten o'clock, Draconmeyer and Selingman arrived. The Villa Mimosa gets more difficult every day. I have only one friend in the house, although it is filled with servants. Three-quarters of them only speak Russian. My man's reliable but he is in a terrible minority. The conference took place in the library. It lasted about an hour and a half.
"I am very sorry indeed, Lady Hunterleys I would spare you this shock if I could but you must be prepared for very serious things." They had reached the next floor now. The boy opened the gate of the lift and she stepped out. She looked pitifully at Draconmeyer. "You aren't going to tell me that he is dead?" she moaned. "I am afraid he is," Draconmeyer assented.
It shall be six hundred. A man may do much with six hundred golden louis." Selingman sat forward once more in his place. "Look here," he intervened, "you go too far, my friend. You never spoke to me of this. What have you against Hunterleys?" "His nationality," Draconmeyer answered coolly. "I hate all Englishmen!" The gaiety had left Selingman's face.
She looked up at last and there was a slight frown upon her forehead. "I am still a little down, starting from where I had the ten mille," she sighed. "I thought " She stopped short. There was a curious change in her face. Her eyes were fixed upon some person approaching. Draconmeyer turned quickly in his chair. Almost as he did so, Hunterleys paused before their table.
It is always such a disappointment when you do not appear and to-night," he added, "especially." Violet hesitated. She was really longing only to be alone and to rest. She thought, however, of the poor invalid to whom their meeting at dinner-time was the one break of the day. "Very well," she promised, "I will be down in ten minutes." Draconmeyer, as the lift bore her upwards, strolled away.
I know men, I tell you. I know Hunterleys. I watched him, I listened to him in Berlin six years ago. He was with his master then but he had nothing to learn from him. He is of the stuff diplomats are fashioned of. He has it in his blood. There is work before us, Draconmeyer."
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