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Herr Freudenberg was thoughtful for several moments. Then with a wave of his hand he dismissed Estermen. "You, too, can go, Fritz," he said to his secretary. "You have had a long night's work." "You yourself, Excellency, should sleep for a while," his secretary advised. Herr Freudenberg shook his head. "Sleep," he declared, "is a waste of time. I need no sleep.
"Nevertheless, die you must, and to-night. Write your confession. Make it clear that one of the victims was your personal enemy. I'll dictate it, if you like." "I can do it myself," Estermen muttered. "Let me let me write the confession first and then make an attempt to escape," he pleaded. "If I am taken, the confession shall be found upon me. It will make no difference. Let me have a chance!
Those who inquired for him were to follow." Estermen nodded and touched Julien on the arm. "We will walk," he said. "It is at the corner there." They presented themselves at the doors of a smaller and dingier cafe. Estermen elbowed the way up the narrow stairs. They emerged in a small room, brilliantly lit and filled with people. The usual little band was playing gay music.
"For six years," Prince Falkenberg said, after a moment's pause, "you have lived an easy and a comfortable life, Estermen, a life, I dare say, spent among the gutter vices which would naturally appeal to a person of your temperament; a life, apart from the small services which I have required of you, directed altogether by your own inclinations. Be thankful for those six years.
One more or less such as you in the world makes just the difference of a speck of dust that is all." Estermen shrank cowering into his seat. "I'd rather live in torture in prison or in chains anywhere!" he gasped. "I can't think of death!" Prince Falkenberg was becoming impatient. "My dear Estermen," he exclaimed, "what prison do you suppose remains open for the murderer of seven men!
Mademoiselle," he added, lowering his tone, "to the eternal continuance of those things which lie between you and me!" Estermen had departed and Julien breathed the freer for it. Mademoiselle Ixe chattered to him for a few moments, and Herr Freudenberg whispered in the ears of Albert, who withdrew at once. "One must eat," Herr Freudenberg declared.
"Make yourself presentable, man," he ordered. "We sup in the Montmartre and we leave in a few minutes." "What, I?" Estermen exclaimed, springing up. "You and I and mademoiselle," Falkenberg told him. "I have made plans. You may perhaps escape who can tell?" Estermen, with a little sob of relief, hurried into his sleeping apartment.
"There is no man in the world who can afford to despise the power of money," Estermen said quietly. "Are you here to offer me any?" "I am not. Have you anything to give in exchange for it?" Julien laughed a little shortly. "I imagined," he declared, "that with your first remarks you had climbed to the dizziest heights of impertinence. I perceive that I was mistaken.
My one condition has been always before you. The present case demands your fulfillment of it." Estermen began to tremble. "The man may be there by accident," he faltered. "There is no certainty as yet that I am even suspected. I'm I'm horribly afraid to die!" he added, with an ugly little laugh. "So are most men of your kidney," Prince Falkenberg replied composedly.
To-day she is changed, triste when he is not here, faithful in a most un-Parisianlike manner." They swung round to the left. "Herr Freudenberg," Estermen continued, "is a great lover of the night life of Paris. He goes from one cafe to the other. He is untired, sleepless. He seems to find inspiration where others find fatigue." Julien raised his eyebrows, but he said nothing.
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