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The door of the room was locked, and a sentry stood outside in the passage. The three men were busy making history. The man who occupied the seat at the head of the table was the Monsieur Grisson to whom Guy Poynton, at the instigation of the Duc de Bergillac, had told his story. It was he who was spokesman. "The situation," he said, "is one which bristles with difficulties.
"I don't want to seem a nuisance," Guy continued, "but about my sister?" "She has been assured of your safety," the Duke declared. "For the rest we will talk later in the day. Monsieur Grisson and I are going to the telephone. You will find Henri on the terrace." "At the sport, my young friend," Henri murmured, from the depths of his basket chair, "I yield you without question supremacy.
It was a humiliation this, upon which he had not counted. Monsieur Grisson was sitting within a few feet of him. A serviette was tucked carefully underneath his collar, and his face was a little flushed with the exercise of eating. His eyes, however, were undimmed, and his manners, although a little brusque, had certainly not merited the epithet of bourgeois.
I punished him because he broke the one social law which in my country, at any rate, may not be transgressed with impunity." "What you are saying now," Monsieur Grisson interrupted, "amounts to an accusation. Tapilow is known to us. These things must be spoken of seriously. You speak upon your honor as an English soldier and a gentleman?"
At an unusually early hour Monsieur Grisson, supported now by two members of his ministry, received a visit from the Russian and German Ambassadors, Prince Korndoff and Count von Munchen. The usual compliments were quickly exchanged.
I hate Germans though, and I didn't like the look of the fellow, so I wouldn't have anything to say to him, though I feel sure he tipped the conductor to put him in my compartment. I gave him the slip at the railway station at Paris, but I'm almost sure I saw him that night at the Café Montmartre." "Your story," Monsieur Grisson said quietly, "becomes more and more interesting.
"You do not object to our sending a trusted person to look through your portmanteau!" he asked. "Monsieur Grisson and I are very curious about that sheet of paper." "Certainly not," Guy answered. "But may I not have my luggage here?" The Duke shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "It would not be wise. We must give Monsieur Grisson time to arrange your little affair."
"In those circumstances, Monsieur, you can doubtless understand that our reply to any protests on the part of England will be of an unpacific nature. We should not for a moment allow ourselves to be dictated to by the allies of our enemy." "Naturally!" Monsieur Grisson answered. "On the other hand, you surely do not wish to embroil yourself in a quarrel with England at the present moment?"
I have told them to show him in." The Vicomte entered, paler than ever from recent travel, and deeply humiliated from the fact that there was a smut upon his collar which he had had no time to remove. He presented a paper to Monsieur Grisson and bowed. The President spread it out upon the table, and the faces of the three men as they read became a study. Monsieur Grisson rang the bell.
If Germany should take advantage of the present situation to make a demonstration against England, that, of course, would not, from your point of view, affect the situation?" Monsieur Grisson looked like a man who sees before him amazing things. "My dear Prince," he said, "do not let us misunderstand one another.
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