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Updated: June 3, 2025
Monsieur will reflect upon the reception one would receive did one ring the front door-bell and demand audience at three o'clock in the morning!" "Well ..." Monsieur Ducroy conceded dubiously. Then, on reflection, he iterated the monosyllable testily: "Well! What is it you want, then?" "I can best explain by asking monsieur to examine what I have to show him."
To the other, all the majesty of Mars was incarnate in the person of Monsieur Ducroy, posing valiantly in fur-lined coat and shining top-hat while he chatted with an officer whose trim, athletic figure was well set off by his aviating uniform. As Lanyard drew near, this last brought his heels together smartly, saluted the Minister of War, and strode off toward the flying-machine.
His smile unchanged, Lanyard bent forward and silently dropped the cylinder into the Frenchman's hand. At the same time he offered him a pocket magnifying-glass. "What is this?" Ducroy persisted stupidly. "What what !" "If monsieur will be good enough to unroll the papers and examine them with the aid of this glass "
"I don't mind telling you now, that's precisely what I am afraid of." "Nonsense!" the girl cried in open contempt. "What could they do?" "Please don't ask me," Lanyard begged seriously. "I might try to tell you." "But don't worry, my dear!" Fugitively her hand touched his. "We're ready." It was true enough: Ducroy was moving impressively back toward them.
"Captain Vauquelin informs me he will be ready to start in five minutes, monsieur," Ducroy announced. "You are in good time." "And mademoiselle?" the adventurer asked, peering anxiously round. Almost immediately the girl came forward from the shadows, with a smile apologetic for the strangeness of her attire.
Ducroy lifted his hat in parting salute, cried "Bon voyage!" and scuttled clear like a startled rooster before a motor-car. And the motor and propeller broke loose with a mighty roar comparable only, in Lanyard's fancy, to the chant of ten thousand rivetting locusts.
They are mine, to do with as I like. If I cannot dispose of them at my price, I shall destroy them!" "But my God! what you demand is impossible! Stay, monsieur! Think what your action means to France!" "I have already thought of that. Now I must think of myself." "But one moment!" Ducroy sat up in bed and dangled hairy fat legs over the side. "But one moment only, monsieur.
But no sooner had Monsieur Ducroy viewed these through the glass, than he started violently, uttered an excited exclamation, and subjected them to an examination both prolonged and exacting. "Monsieur is, no doubt, now satisfied?" Lanyard enquired when his patience would endure no longer. "These are genuine?" the Minister of War demanded sharply, without looking up.
He caught Vauquelin's eye upon him, quick with a curiosity which changed to a sudden gleam of comprehension as Lanyard, thrusting his hand under the leather coat, groped for his pocket and produced an automatic pistol which Ducroy had pressed upon his acceptance. They were now perhaps a hundred feet higher than the Valkyr, which was soaring a quarter of a mile off to starboard.
"I'll wait," she assured him bravely; "but won't you tell me ?" With a gesture, he indicated the mansion back of the garden. "I'm going to break in there to pay an early morning call and impart some interesting information to a person of considerable consequence nobody less, in fact, than Monsieur Ducroy." "And who is that?"
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