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He glanced casually at Falkenberg and back at his paper. "You fool!" the latter said to Estermen. "Can't you see that he is waiting only to draw the others in? Do you know that I I, Von Falkenberg, Chancellor of Germany, have received what they are pleased to call a hint from the French Minister of Police that it would be advisable for me to leave Paris? This is your blundering, Estermen!"
He was anxious so far as possible to avoid speech with him. Estermen, on the contrary, seemed only too desirous of removing the impression of dislike of which he was acutely conscious. He talked the whole of the time of the cafes and the women, of everything he thought might be interesting to his companion. Julien listened in grim silence. Only once he interrupted.
She sat by Estermen's side, but she cast a longing glance at Falkenberg. Their glasses were filled. Estermen drank quickly, all the time looking about him with the furtive air of a whipped dog. "To-night," Falkenberg cried, as he lifted his glass, "I have but one command be joyful. Why not? To-night I have Marguerite by my side, and you you can choose from the world of Marguerites.
From where they were the vineyards sloped down to the bank. A thin, curving line of silver marked the course of the river. Here and there a little gleam of sunlight fell upon the country below them. Estermen closed his eyes. "It makes me giddy," he muttered. "I hope that you will drive slowly down the hill!" Falkenberg glanced to the left the chauffeur was still peering at the milestone.
Half a dozen human beings had been done to death in a manner which invited and even challenged the attentions of the French police. A terrible risk had been run and run in vain. The blow had been struck at the very moment when its object was unattainable! Estermen shivered as he tried to imagine for himself the coming interview.
"I consider all this grossly impertinent, but I am willing to listen to what you have to say." "The greatest man in Germany," Estermen continued, "when he heard of your misfortune, declared at once that the peace of Europe was no longer assured. I am here to-night, Sir Julien, without credentials, it is true, but I am the spokesman of a very great person indeed. He is anxious to know your plans."
Look, it is over with her." It was over, indeed. She raised her head and sang, sang ravishingly, charmingly, a gay love-song. Falkenberg was the first to applaud her. "To-night, dear," he murmured, "you are wonderful. You sing from the heart, your voice has feeling, you bring to one the exquisite moments.... Behold, the supper arrives! Estermen has made friends now with his little danseuse.
The Prince von Falkenberg is in Paris for a few hours only. He wants to meet you. I have been ordered to arrange this meeting, if possible." Julien did not attempt to conceal his interest. "Why on earth didn't you say so at once?" he exclaimed. "What does he want of me?" Estermen shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? Who knows what Falkenberg ever wants?
"There is no joy in life," he replied, "which is not the sweeter for being snatched, and snatched quickly." "And you a German!" she sighed. Henri appeared once more, and after him Estermen. Herr Freudenberg, with a word of excuse to his companion, turned to greet the newcomer. "Well?" Estermen stood quite close to the table. He was distinctly ill at ease.
"Have you any reason to believe that the origin of the crime is suspected?" It was the question which above all others he had dreaded! Estermen was a coward and a fluent liar. The latter gift, however, availed him nothing. He felt as though the nerves of his tongue were being controlled by some other agency. Against his will he told the truth. "Jean Charles is watching these apartments!" "Ah!"
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