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"There is no question of odds, I think," Bernadine answered smoothly. "You are much too clever a person to refuse to admit that you are entirely in my power." "And as regards terms? I really don't feel in the least anxious to make my final bow with so little notice," de Grost said. "To tell you the truth, I have been finding life quite interesting lately." Bernadine eyed his prisoner keenly.
He touched Baron de Grost upon the shoulder. "My friend, the enemy!" he exclaimed, smiling. "At your service in either capacity," the Baron replied. Bernadine made a grimace and accepted the chair which De Grost had indicated. "If I may, I will take my coffee with you," he said. "I am growing old. It does not amuse me so much to lunch with a pretty woman.
"It is true," his host declared. "My information can be relied upon." The Prince sat down suddenly. He was looking whiter than ever, and very scared. "Even then," he murmured, "there is John." "You have been out of touch with your family for some months," De Grost reminded his visitor. "One or two of us, however, know what you, probably, will soon hear.
What emerged was a good deal like the shy Maurice Korust, who accompanied his brother at the music hall, but whose distaste for these gatherings had been Andrea's continual lament. The Baron de Grost stepped back once more against the wall. His host was certainly looking dangerous. Mademoiselle Celaire was leaning forward, staring through the gloom with distended eyes.
De Grost merely shrugged his shoulders. Bernadine persisted. "Come," he continued, "since you doubt me, let me be the first to give you a proof that on this occasion, at any rate, I am candor itself. You had a purpose in lunching at the Savoy to-day. That purpose I have discovered by accident. We are both interested in those people." The Baron de Grost shook his head slowly. "Really," he began
Sogrange and Peter, Baron de Grost, standing upon the threshold of their hotel, gazed out upon New York and liked the look of it. They had landed from the steamer a few hours before, had already enjoyed the luxury of a bath, a visit to an American barber's, and a genuine cocktail. "I see no reason," Sogrange declared, "why we should not take a week's holiday."
At the time when you were the idol of all Russia and the leader of the great revolutionary party, you received funds from abroad." "I accounted for them," Hagon muttered. "Up to a certain point I accounted for everything." "You received funds from the Government of a European Power," de Grost continued "funds to be applied towards developing the revolution.
"I don't like that one," De Grost interrupted. "Get on with the alternative." "The alternative," Bernadine declared, "is when his capacity for harm can be destroyed." "That needs a little explanation," De Grost murmured. "Precisely. For instance, if you were to become absolutely discredited, I think that you would be effectually out of my way. Your people do not forgive."
He touched Baron de Grost upon the shoulder. "My friend the enemy!" he exclaimed, smiling. "At your service in either capacity," the baron replied. Bernadine made a grimace and accepted the chair which de Grost had indicated. "If I may, I will take my coffee with you," he said. "I am growing old. It does not amuse me so much to lunch with a pretty woman.
"It has been my misfortune, Marquis," he said, "never to have made your acquaintance, although our mutual friends are many, and I think I may say that I have the right to claim a certain amount of consideration from you and your associates. You know me?" "Certainly, Prince," Sogrange replied. "I am charmed. Permit me to present my friend, the Baron de Grost."
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