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Ledsam, pay a visit to your office, with the object of asking you to become an intermediary between him and his relatives." "He began a letter to me," Francis interposed, "and then mysteriously disappeared." "The mystery is easily explained," Sir Timothy continued. "My trainer, Roger Hagon, a Varsity blue, and the best heavyweight of his year, occupies the chambers above yours.
Bernadine's instinct had not deceived him, and the following afternoon his servant, who had already received orders, silently ushered Madame Hagon into his apartments. She was wrapped in magnificent sables and heavily veiled. Bernadine saw at once that she was very nervous and wholly terrified. He welcomed her in as matter-of-fact a manner as possible.
He had made a little progress; but, after all, was it worth while? Supposing that the man with whom her husband was even at this moment closeted was the Baron de Grost! He called a taxi-cab and drove at once to the Embassy of his country. Even at this moment de Grost and the Russian Paul Hagon he called himself were standing face to face in the latter's sitting-room.
Our aim, at present, is to bring closer together your country and Great Britain. Russia hesitates because an actual rapprochement with us is equivalent to a permanent estrangement with Germany." Hagon nodded. "I understand," he said, in a low tone. "I have finished with politics. I have nothing to say to you." "I trust," De Grost persisted, suavely, "that you will be better advised."
He says that you you are Father Paul!" Hagon did not hesitate. "It is true," he admitted. Then there was a silence short, but tragical. Hagon seemed suddenly to have collapsed. He was like a man who has just had a stroke. He stood muttering to himself. "It is the end this the end!" he said, in a low tone. "It was for your sake, Sophia! I came to you poor, and you would have nothing to say to me.
"My business is soon told," de Grost replied; "but in the first place, I beg that you will not unnecessarily alarm yourself. There is, believe me, no need for it no need whatever, although, to prevent misunderstandings, I may as well tell you at once that I am perfectly well aware who it is that I am addressing." Hagon collapsed into a chair. He buried his face in his hands and groaned.
I want the name of that Power, and proof of what I say." Hagon remained motionless for a moment. He had seated himself at the table, his head resting upon his hand, and his face turned away from de Grost. "You are a politician, then?" he asked slowly. "I am a politician," de Grost admitted. "I represent a great secret power which has sprung into existence during the last few years.
Hagon rose to his feet, and before de Grost could foresee his purpose, had rung the bell. "My decision is unchanging," he said. "You can pull down the roof upon my head, but I carry next my heart an instant and an unfailing means of escape." A waiter stood in the doorway. "You will take this gentleman to the lift," Hagon directed.
Hagon rose to his feet, and, before De Grost could foresee his purpose, had rung the bell. "My decision is unchanging," he said. "You can pull down the roof upon my head, but I carry next my heart an instant and unfailing means of escape." A waiter stood in the doorway. "You will take this gentleman to the lift," Hagon directed.
No conventional greetings of any sort had been exchanged. De Grost had scarcely closed the door behind him before Hagon addressed him breathlessly, almost fiercely. "Who are you, sir?" he demanded. "And what do you want with me?" "You had my letter?" de Grost inquired. "I had your letter," the other admitted. "It told me nothing. You speak of business. What business have I with any here?"
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