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Captain Gaultier by this time had made up his mind as to the information he felt he could give his new acquaintance. "It is very odd," he said, "that those diamonds should disappear just at the moment when there is every sign of unrest in Turkey. You know, of course, the manner of the last Sultan's death?" Brett nodded.
Thus Samuel Pechell married the daughter of François Gaultier, Esq., and his sister Mary married Brigadier-General Cailland, of Aston Rowant. Among the distinguished French nobles in London was the Marquis de Montandre, descended from the De la Rochefoucaulds, one of the greatest families in France.
Marguerite's heart quite misgave her when she heard this, but as time moved on, and it came to half-past 7, she was re-assured to find that Jacques Gaultier was putting away his tools, and finally left the house, saying that he had "work for himself at home, but would return the following morning to finish repairing those rafters that had so suddenly got out of repair."
Now, Foreign Office messengers are not chosen for their simplicity or general want of intelligence. Captain Gaultier eyed his questioner with some degree of stern suspicion as he said from behind his cigar "May I ask who you are?" "Certainly," replied Brett, producing his card. After a quick glance at the pasteboard, Gaultier continued "I suppose, Mr. Brett, you have some motive in addressing me?
This was the dinner: Clear soup. Grilled salmon. Lamb. New potatoes. Woodcock. Pêche Melba. Marrow on Toast. I read it through, enjoying each separate word, and then, with a faint sigh, handed it back to him. "Heaven," I said, "was undoubtedly at the conference." M. Gaultier picked up a wine list from the table. "And what will Monsieur drink?" he inquired reverently.
Gaultier, from his name, should be a Jersey man, hence his facility in foreign languages and his employment as a Foreign Office messenger. It's worth trying. I will make the experiment." He reached the bar and ordered a whisky and soda. Turning affably to the stranger, he remarked "Nasty night, isn't it? I hope we shan't be much behind time."
Gaultier when it seemed to us that our long absence and the great events of which we heard must have changed the world and opened a path for our return had failed utterly. Things were as they had been; the strong were still strong, and friendship under bond to fear.
De Casseres, after tracing Jules de Gaultier's philosophic genealogy back to Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, had concluded with the proposition that out of their two formulas de Gaultier had constructed an even profounder formula. The "Will-to-Live" of the one and the "Will-to- Power" of the other were, after all, only parts of de Gaultier's supreme generalization, the "Will-to-Illusion."
At the exit from the Gare du Nord the stranger had readily enough ascertained Brett's destination, but he clearly regarded it as important that Gaultier the man who claimed Hussein-ul-Mulk as a friend should be tracked, and had given the necessary instructions to the confederate who awaited his arrival.
"That is very odd," said the barrister. "It was a mere guess on my part, I assure you." His assurance evidently did not weigh much with Captain Gaultier, who replaced the note-book in his pocket, and obviously cast about in his mind for a convenient excuse to take his departure. Brett knew exactly what was troubling him.
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