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"You have discovered his present whereabouts?" his master demanded. Estermen hesitated. He feared that this was another blow which he was about to deal. "He is at the house of Madame Christophor in the Rue de St. Paul," he faltered. His news, however, did not discompose Prince Falkenberg. On the contrary, he seemed, if anything, to find the intelligence agreeable.
In one they caught a glimpse of Foster and his companion, whispering together as they raced by. Madame half closed her eyes with a little shiver. "Those men again!" she exclaimed, "They say that Estermen never abandons a chase. You may still find him waiting for you in your hotel!"
"I was hoping," he continued, "that you would not force me to mention the alternative. I should dislike exceedingly having to inflict any more lasting injury upon you, but you stand in my path and I permit no one to do that. Drink, and in a month or two all will be as it is now. Refuse, and I shall leave Estermen to deal with you, and let me warn you that his methods are not so gentle as mine.
"I listen," Julien said. "Pray proceed." "It cannot be," Estermen went on, "that you mean to accept the situation?" "I have no alternative," Julien answered. "It is not, then, a question of money?" Estermen ventured slowly. "The Press tell us that you are poor." "Money, in this case, would scarcely help," Julien remarked.
Then a thought came to him. "Little one," he whispered, "you are irresistible. Wait, then. It may be as you desire. Only, after supper I pass on." "And I with you?" she implored. He shook his head. "Wait here." Once more he returned to Estermen's apartments. Estermen was still there, smoking furiously. The room was blue with tobacco smoke. Falkenberg regarded him with distaste.
These were not his impressions of the man whom they were seeking! They drew up presently at the doors of the Abbaye Theleme. There were crowds of people trying to gain admission. Estermen elbowed his way through. "Herr Freudenberg?" he asked of the man who stood at the door. The man's forbidding face changed like magic. "Herr Freudenberg left but ten minutes ago for the Rat Mort.
"I took her little toy away and told her to run off. This is the second time, David. Estermen and Freudenberg have had a shy at me here themselves, and they'd have gotten me all right but for an accident. I won't tell you what the accident was, for the moment, owing to your peculiar prejudices. How are things in London?" Kendricks threw himself into an easy-chair and began to fill his pipe.
He slipped in the clutch and the car glided off, gathering speed as though by magic. "You have left Henri!" Estermen cried. "He is running after us. Stop the car! Can't you stop it?" Falkenberg turned his head only once. The stone walls now on either side seemed flying past them. Estermen looked into his face and quaked with fear. "This ride is for you and me alone, my friend!" Falkenberg replied.
"You know where to find him, I suppose?" "I know the hotel at which he is staying." "Make it your business to find him," Herr Freudenberg ordered. "Bring him with you, if before one o'clock to the Abbaye Theleme; if afterwards, to the Rat Mort." Estermen looked stolidly puzzled. "Am I to mention the subject of the toys of Herr Freudenberg's manufacture?"
In the untidy salon of his bachelor apartments in the Boulevard Maupassant Estermen awaited the coming of his master in veritable fear and trembling. In all his experience he had never been compelled to face a crisis such as this. There had been small failures, punished, perhaps, by a sarcastic word or biting sentence. There had been no failure to compare with this one!
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