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See how efficient, though quiet, the methods have been where you're concerned. They the police knew the name of the man I was to meet here at this hotel; and if, as Godensky must have hoped, any document belonging to the French Government had been found on you or me, everything would have played into his hands.
I wrote a few lines in the cab, and sent off the packet, registered, in time I hoped, to catch the post but after all, it didn't. Coming out from the post office, there was Godensky again, in his motor-brougham. That could have been no coincidence. A horrid certainty sprang to life in me that he'd followed my cab from the Foreign Office, to see where I would go.
"Count Godensky, if you throw out such lurid hints about my poor, fat Marianne, I shall begin to wonder if it's not you who are the spy!" "Since you trust your woman so implicitly, then," he went on, "I'll tell you what you want to know. The document I speak of is the one you took out of the Foreign Office the other day, when you called on your friend, Monsieur le Vicomte du Laurier." "Dear me!"
I've heard so from Godensky himself, who mentioned the acquaintance once when Girard had just succeeded in a case everybody was talking about." "By Jove, what a beastly coincidence!" exclaimed Ivor, horribly disappointed at having done exactly the wrong thing, when he had tried so hard to do the right one. "Yet how could I have dreamed of it?" "You couldn't," I admitted, hopelessly.
Of course, he answered that it would give him the greatest joy to see me there, or anywhere; and we parted with an appointment for nine o'clock next day. When he had gone, I wrote a note a very short note to Count Godensky. I wanted to have it ready; but I did not mean to send it till the treaty was in the safe whence I had taken it.
My man opened the door and Count Godensky submitted to my will. Nevertheless, he was far from being in a submissive mood, as I did not need to be reminded by the tone of his voice when he said "au revoir." Nothing could have been more polite than the words or his way of speaking them, as he stood in the street with his hat in his hand.
For you, I would not fear much, for I know what a swordsman you are, and what a shot far superior to Godensky, and with right on your side. But I would fear for myself. Promise you won't bring this trouble upon me." "I promise," he answered. "Oh, my darling, what wouldn't I promise you, to atone for my brutal injustice to an angel? How thankful I am that I came to you to-night!
At the very least, he would expect to put me into my carriage when I left the theatre, even if he went no further. Yet there would be Godensky, waiting, and Raoul would see him. What could I do to escape from such an impasse? I tried to answer the question, to decide something; but my brain felt dead. "I can't think now.
But if I wrote a letter to Godensky in the morning, saying I had changed my mind, that he could do his worst against Raoul du Laurier and against me, for nothing should part us two except death? Then he would have fair warning that I did not intend to do the thing to which he had nearly forced me; and I would fight him, when he tried to take revenge.
Last night, it was Girard. To-day, it is Lenormand." This was a blow, and a heavy one; but I wouldn't let Godensky see that I winced under it. "You keep yourself singularly well-informed of the movements of your various protégés," I said "as well as those of your enemies. But if the information in the one case is no more trustworthy than in the other why, you're not faithfully served.
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