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Why the devil can't you keep these women at arm's length? What has that pretty little creature of Herr Freudenberg's been doing here?" Julien laughed as he closed the door. "Don't be a fool, David! She wasn't here at my invitation." "Tears in her eyes!" Kendricks muttered. "Sobbing to herself as she went down the steps! Crocodile's tears, I know. These d d women, Julien! Out with it.
"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?"
Let us, at any rate, be gay. And for the rest, Monsieur Jesen, time has no count for us who live our lives. When we leave here, you and I will talk more." It was daylight before they left. The whole party got into Herr Freudenberg's motor. "I drive you first to your rooms, Monsieur Jesen," he said. "I take then the liberty of entering with you.
"It is more agreeable, without a doubt, to take lunch with Monsieur Carl Freudenberg, and to speak openly, than to exchange long-winded interviews, the true meaning of which is too much concealed by diplomatic verbiage, with the excellent gentleman to whose good offices are intrusted the destinies of Herr Freudenberg's great nation."
I called at your hotel and they told me you were out. Sit down." "I am not alone," Julien began to explain, Herr Freudenberg turned round. "You must present your friend," he declared. "He must join us." Julien hesitated for a moment. "Kendricks," he said, "this is my friend, Herr Freudenberg." The two men shook hands. Kendricks as yet had scarcely taken his eyes off Herr Freudenberg's face.
"It is a coincidence, this. I am obliged for your forethought in mentioning it. Until later, then." The man made a somewhat clumsy bow, glanced admiringly at Herr Freudenberg's companion, and departed. Herr Freudenberg was shaking his head slowly. "I fear," he said softly to himself, "sometimes I fear that I am not so well served as might be in Paris. However, we shall see.
If you do not know who I am, why have you mentioned Herr Freudenberg's name to me?" "Madame," Julien answered, "because the man who brought me the message from Herr Freudenberg, the man who conducted me to him, the man concerning whom you told me that strange, pathetic little story he let fall one word. I asked him no question. I wished for no information except from you. Yet I am only human.
"My friend," she admitted, "I admire your courage, but listen. You say that one attempt has already been made to silence you. For every letter you write, there will be another made. At each fresh one, these creatures of Herr Freudenberg's will have learned more cunning. In the end they are bound to succeed. Why risk your life? I offer my house as a sanctuary.
Sir Julien, however, is indeed to be congratulated that he possesses already so charming and courageous a friend with the entree to his bedroom." Lady Anne lifted the revolver a few inches and fired. The bullet struck the wall barely a foot over Herr Freudenberg's head. A faint puff of blue smoke floated up towards the ceiling. "I do not like impertinence," she remarked.
He came towards them with a smile upon his face, walking lightly and with the footsteps of a young man. Yet mademoiselle shivered, her lip drooped. "He is not pleased," she murmured. "I have done wrong." There was nothing apparent to others in Herr Freudenberg's manner to justify her conviction. He raised her fingers to his lips with charming gayety.
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