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But it was all useless. The man's fine eyes and great body haunted her. They pursued her to her last waking thought. And, at last, she fell asleep, thinking of the strong supporting arms that had held her safe from the fury of Atlantic waves. Nathaniel Hellbeam sat ominously calm and unruffled while Elas Peterman told of his meeting with Bull Sternford. He gave no sign whatever.
Unfortunately, barely a month later ELAS attacked and completely annihilated the smallest andarte group E.K.K.A. Now only EDES and the 200-strong S.O.E. force stood between the 40,000 ELAS Communists and total control of the Greek countryside. In September the government moved temporarily to Italy.
His one desire now was to get through with the business once and for all, to do the thing that should leave Nancy McDonald with the reward of her labours. Yes, he wanted to do that. Afterwards well, he must leave the "afterwards" to itself. He hurried away in search of his heavy winter overcoat. Elas Peterman looked up as the door opened to admit his visitor.
He possessed all the Teutonic capacity for self-abnegation in the presence of the power it is necessary to woo. There was only one master when the great financier was present. Elas Peterman knew that his part was to listen and obey with just that humility which he would have demanded had the position been reversed. Another type than Hellbeam's would have despised the attitude.
She shook her head. "No," she said. "I never possessed anything so beautiful in my life." "But you drop it as you come, I think, yes?" The man's eyes were levelled at her devouringly. Quick as thought he turned to Elas watching the scene. "Is it yours? I see it on the carpet, yes?" The manager was prompt to take his cue. "It's not mine," he said. "It must be yours, Miss McDonald.
You send him. I give you the outline of terms. I give you alternative terms. Big terms. He will go. He will talk. He will hear. Then we will later come to terms. All men will sell on terms. Your man. Where is he? I must see him. Then the Board. It meets. I will address it. I show them how this thing will serve." "That's all right, sir," Elas was smiling.
But no better than I expected." The other's eyes snapped under the quiet satisfaction of the man's reply. "Ah, she has. Does she say yes?" Elas shook his dark head. "No. She's coming right over to tell me the whole story." "Now?" "In a while." Elas Peterman knew his position to the last fraction when dealing with Nathaniel Hellbeam. He knew it was for him to obey, almost without question.
He would willingly have asked the question. But he remembered her written commission, signed by Elas Peterman. So he was left with no alternative but to yield the utmost respect. "Y'see, mam," he went on easily. "I guess I could talk quite a piece on this thing, but maybe you won't fancy my dope. Skandinavia's been badly spoilt by the cut in the Shagaunty Valley. You've seen it all.
Somehow as she noted the squarely gazing eyes, and the power in every line of his features, she realised that whatever lines he chose to talk on, nothing could change the decision lying behind it all. She liked him all the better for that, and found herself drawing comparison between him and Elas Peterman to the latter's detriment. "I like that," she cried impulsively.
The bulk of the visitor shook under a suppressed laugh. "Well," he retorted, "I do not go. This woman. A good-looker, eh? She is pleasant to men? Where is she? Who is she?" "She's my secretary, sir." Elas jumped at the change of his visitor's humour. "She's not much more than a kid. But she's quite a 'looker, I'll send for her, if you'll permit me. She's getting some reports for me.
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