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"Not a document," Estermen was saying, "not a line of writing of any sort in his trunk, his bureau, or anywhere about his room." Herr Freudenberg nodded thoughtfully. "But these Englishmen are the devil to deal with!" he said. "The luncheon is ordered to-day in the private room at the Armenonville?" "Everything has been attended to," Estermen replied.
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.
What will come to you, monsieur and madame, is at least of our best. I can promise that. And the wine is such as I myself have selected, knowing well the taste of monsieur." "And of madame also, I trust?" Herr Freudenberg remarked. "Ah! monsieur," Henri continued, "when monsieur is not in Paris, madame is invisible.
Bring him here, little sweetheart, and to-morrow we visit Cartier together." She glanced at him almost reproachfully. "As if that mattered!" she murmured, as she glided away. Julien turned discontentedly to his companion. "This fellow will take no order from me," he objected. "Do you own this place, Herr Freudenberg, that you must always be obeyed here?" "By no means," Herr Freudenberg replied.
The door was opened. Estermen came in with suspicious alacrity. There was scarcely any need of words. In a moment Julien's legs and arms were bound and a gag thrust between his teeth. Herr Freudenberg moved before the door and listened. "Estermen has reported to me," he remarked, "that you keep no manservant. Any intrusion here, therefore, is scarcely to be feared. You will permit me?"
"Herr Freudenberg," he said, "I have done my best. It was impossible for me to obtain an introduction to this customer." "Impossible?" Herr Freudenberg repeated, his face suddenly becoming stony. "Let me explain," Estermen continued hastily. "This customer arrived in Paris last night or early this morning. He was called upon at once by a lady who lives in the Avenue de St. Paul.
Jesen looked suspiciously around. "We have talked enough of business," he declared. "It is an idea, this of yours. For the rest, I cannot tell. A wonderful idea!" he continued. "And as for me, am I not the man to embrace it?" "You have but to say a single word," Herr Freudenberg reminded him softly, "and all is arranged." Monsieur Jesen puffed furiously at a cigarette.
"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.
There are no more secrets disclosed, no more of these marvelously written appeals to " Herr Freudenberg stopped short. His eyebrows had drawn closer together. He was gazing at the sheet which he held in his hand with more expression in his face than mademoiselle had ever seen there before. "My God!" he muttered. She, too, bent forward. She, too, saw the article with its heading: "A Maker of Toys!"
It was indeed Herr Freudenberg who had mounted the stairs and was yielding now his coat to the attentive vestiaire Herr Freudenberg, unruffled and precisely attired in evening clothes. He showed not the slightest signs of his recent adventure. He chatted gayly to Albert and waved his hand to mademoiselle.
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