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Nancy watched him pass into the waiting automobile, and responded to his final wave of the hand. Then she turned to the porter, and her smile had completely vanished. Nathaniel Hellbeam stood up. He had been seated at Elas Peterman's desk studying the papers which his managing director had set out for his perusal. His gross body hung over the table for a moment as he reached towards his hat.
"I wish I felt that way writing a bad letter," she said. "But I don't. It just makes me madder with folks, and I go right on thinking things, and and it worries." Elas Peterman shook his head. "Guess you'll get over that, my dear," he said easily. "Sure you will. You're just a dandy-minded kid, learning the things of life. You feel good most all the time. That's how it is.
And Bat recognised the battle note in the tone. "How?" Bull flung the message across the desk. "The Skandinavia's representative is arriving on the Myra," he said. Then he added, "Elas Peterman says so." "What for?" Bat had picked up the message and stood reading it. The other searched amongst his papers. "I kind of forgot putting you wise before," he said.
Nancy's gaze followed the pointing finger. But it was not the snow she was thinking of. It was the man whom she beheld staggering under the tremendous weight of the Skandinavia's might. She felt pity for him. And incautiously she permitted Elas Peterman to realise her pity. "Can't anything be done?" she ventured gently. "Have you handled him? I mean Oh, I'm sure he's reasonable.
On October 18 the members of the Greek government returned to Athens under the leadership of the Premier George Papandreou, who was accompanied by Lt. General Ronald Scobie, the Allied military commander. Sadly though, in December ELAS marched on Athens. The British troops, so recently feted and garlanded now found themselves fighting on the same streets of their earlier welcome.
She thought deeply as she proceeded to her office. Even the business of again taking up the thread of her work failed to absorb her. Apprehension disturbed, and a certain sense of guilt weighed upon her. The vision of the tall figure of Elas Peterman as it moved down the dining-room at the Chateau remained with her. She had caught the glance of his dark eyes.
Then you will act. You will communicate forthwith. See? You listen. I buy this Sachigo, yes. The price matters nothing. There is a reason. This fight. It is not that. Who is the head? I would know. I fancy this man to meet. He is what you call bright. So." Elas shook his head "There are two men in it we recognise. A man named Harker and another called Sternford Bull Sternford.
A rough clearing of the throat interrupted her, and Nancy discovered the banker beside the desk. In something of a hurry she promptly turned to depart. But Elas claimed her. "Will you come to me after lunch?" he said pleasantly. "I want to go into the details of that trip I explained to you. You must get away as soon as possible." "Directly after lunch?" "Yes. Say three o'clock." "Very well."
A swift thought flashed through the man's mind, to be followed by a feeling such as he had never known before. Hitherto Elas Peterman had represented only a sufficiently worthy adversary who must be encountered and defeated. Now, all in a moment, that was changed into something fiercer, more furiously human and abiding. "Does it matter?" he asked very quietly. Nancy looked up from her plate.
His irritation did not last long, however, and his consolation was found in the fact that Elas Peterman was awaiting him, and Elas Peterman was the man who had so outrageously offended against his ideas of chivalry. He stood up and brushed the fallen cigar ash from his clothing.
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