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Von Holzen invited the gentlemen into the office. "It is small, but it will accommodate us," he said, with a smile. He drew forward chairs, and offered one to Cornish in particular, with a grim deference. He seemed to have divined that their last meeting in this same office had been, by tacit understanding, kept a secret.
Yes, to be sure. Perhaps Mr. von Holzen can tell you better than I." And his lordship bowed in what he took to be the foreign manner across the table. "Yes," replied Von Holzen, quietly, "there have, of course, been deaths, but not so many as I anticipated. The majority of the men had, as Mr. Cornish will tell you, death written on their faces when they arrived at The Hague."
Suddenly he spoke in a mumbling voice "And now that you have what you want, you will go." "No," answered Von Holzen, in a kind voice, "I will not do that. I will stay with you if you do not want to be left alone. You are brave, at all events. I shall be horribly afraid when it comes to my turn to die." "You would not be afraid if you had lived a life such as mine.
Von Holzen turned sharply on his heel and leant over the bed. "Come along," he said to Roden, with averted eyes. "It is all over. There is nothing more for us to do here." With a backward glance towards the bed, Roden followed his companion, out of the room into the adjoining apartment where the nurse was sitting, and where their coats and hats lay on the bed.
Von Holzen crossed the room and placed the notes within the yellow fingers, which closed over them. "Ah," said the recipient, "I have had more than that in my hand. I was rich once, and I spent it all in Amsterdam. Now read over your writing. I will treat you fairly." Von Holzen stood by the window and read aloud from his book. "Yes," said the other. "One sees that you took your diploma at Leyden.
Dorothy saw this in a glance, and her own face hardened unresponsively. The situation was clearly enough defined in her own mind. Von Holzen had destroyed the prescription before her on purpose. It was only a move in that game of life which is always extending to a new deal, and of which women as onlookers necessarily see the most.
Cornish did the same, and they held the lights out over the water, throwing the feeble rays right across the canal. "He cannot have swum away," he said. "Von Holzen," he cried out cautiously, after another pause "Von Holzen where are you?" But there was no answer. The surface of the canal was quite still and glassy in those parts that were not covered by the close-lying duck-weed.
In a fit of despair my husband shot himself. And afterwards it transpired that by shooting himself at that time he saved my money. One cannot take proceedings against a dead man, it appears. So I was left a rich woman, after all, and my husband had frustrated Otto von Holzen. The world did not believe that my husband had done it on purpose; but I knew better.
For the flesh is always surprised by its own weakness. Von Holzen looked at the key critically, turning it over in order to examine the workmanship. It was clumsily enough made, and he doubtless guessed how she had obtained it. Then he glanced at her as she stood breathless with a colourless face and compressed lips.
"Ah," she said, rather more indifferently than before, "I think you exaggerate Herr von Holzen's importance in the world." "I do not exaggerate the danger into which Cornish will run if he is not careful," retorted Roden, half sullenly. There was a ring of anxiety in his voice. Mrs. Vansittart glanced sharply at him. It was borne in upon her that Roden himself was afraid of Von Holzen.
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