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Updated: June 14, 2025
Julien had been back in the hotel about half an hour and in his room barely ten minutes when he was disturbed by a knock at the door. Immediately afterwards, to his amazement, Estermen entered. "What the devil are you doing up here?" Julien asked angrily. "How dare you follow me about!" "Sir Julien," his visitor answered, "I beg that you will not make a commotion.
Falkenberg calmly turned on the electric light. "Still here, my friend?" he remarked significantly. Estermen began to tremble. "There is plenty of time," he faltered. "I am not sure about the man opposite. It may be some one else he is watching." Falkenberg walked to the window and stood there in the full glare of the light. The man opposite was still sipping his eternal coffee.
Estermen thrust the morsel of paper into his waist-coat pocket. Then he leaned a little closer to this man who seemed to be his master. "Herr Freudenberg," he began, "I spoke of a lady in the Avenue de St. Paul, the companion to-night of the person whose acquaintance you are anxious to make." "What of her?" Herr Freudenberg asked calmly.
His name was Jean Charles and he had never known failure. Estermen looked at him through the blind and his pale face was ugly with fear. The moment arrived. The long, gray traveling car, covered with dust, swung around the corner and stopped below. Herr Freudenberg was travel-stained and almost unrecognizable in his motor clothes as he stepped out and passed into the block of apartments.
I will drive for a time it will amuse me." The man descended. Falkenberg took his place at the wheel. Estermen, obeying his gesture, scrambled into the seat by his side. "Go to the signpost," his master ordered the chauffeur. "Tell me exactly, how many miles to Rheims?" The man clambered up the bank. The gray morning twilight was breaking now through a sea of clouds.
"It is a pity," Herr Freudenberg said coldly. "Kendricks is responsible for a good deal of the trouble. Did you see that to-night's article is here?" Estermen nodded. "He must have been a day ahead," he explained. "It was probably a later one of the series upon which he was engaged when the thing occurred." "This one will do sufficient harm," Herr Freudenberg remarked grimly.
A corpulent maitre d'hotel bowed as they appeared. "Herr Freudenberg," Estermen began. The waiter's bow by this time was a different affair. "Monsieur will follow me," he invited. At the corner table at the far end of the room the most desired of any sat Herr Freudenberg with Mademoiselle Ixe by his side. They met the flower girl coming away with empty arms.
"What brings Herr Freudenberg to Paris?" he inquired once more. Estermen was suddenly reticent. "He has affairs here," he said. "He is also like us others a man who loves his pleasure. You will find him tonight with a most charming companion Mademoiselle Ixe of the Opera. Before the coming of Herr Freudenberg, I remember her well the companion at times of many.
"Sit tight and say your prayers, if it pleases you. This is better, after all, than poison, or the cold muzzle of a revolver at your forehead. Close your eyes if you are afraid; or open them, if you have the courage, and see the world spin by. We start on the great journey." Estermen shrieked.
"I do not know who you are," Lady Anne said calmly, "or what it is against which you are warning Sir Julien, but I am perfectly certain of one thing. He will do what is right and what he conceives to be his duty, without fear of threats from you or any one." Herr Freudenberg bowed low. Estermen, who had been glancing more than once uneasily towards the revolver, was already at the door.
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