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And he was left alone for the first time in his life with Von Holzen, who was clearing the table and making his preparations with a silent deftness of touch acquired by the handling of delicate instruments, the mixing of dangerous drugs.
You will see where the dangers lie, and how criminally neglectful these people are. It is a curious thing, that carelessness of life. I am told the Russian soldiers have it." It seemed that in his way Herr von Holzen was a philosopher, having in his mind a store of odd human items. He certainly had the power of arousing curiosity and making his hearers wish him to continue speaking, which is rare.
They had merely to ask, and that which they asked for was given to them without comment. "Yes," said Uncle Ben to the new-comers, "you has a slap-up time while it lasts." For Uncle Ben was a strong man, and waxed garrulous in his cups. He had made malgamite all his life and nothing would kill him, not even drink. Von Holzen watched Uncle Ben, and did not like him.
He collared Von Holzen low, and let him go, with a cruel skill, heavily on his head and shoulder. Not a word had been spoken, and, in the stillness of the summer night, each could hear the other breathing. Roden stood quite still. He could scarcely distinguish the antagonists. His own breath came whistling through his teeth. His white face was ghastly and twitching.
Von Holzen was standing in the doorway looking at her. They stared at each other for a moment in silence. Mrs. Vansittart's lips were drawn back, showing her even, white teeth. Von Holzen's quiet eyes were wide open, so that the white showed all around the dark pupil. Then he sprang at her without a word. She was a lithe, strong woman, taller than he, or else she would have fallen.
"Well, hardly that," he answered slowly, as if there were something more to be said, which he did not say. "And I do not give so much credit to Herr von Holzen as you suppose," added Mrs. Vansittart, carelessly. "Some day you will have to fulfil your promise of taking me over the works." Roden did not answer. He was perhaps wondering when he had made the promise to which his companion referred.
Von Holzen made an involuntary movement, and Cornish looked at him over the pile of books. "Oh!" he said, "I know that. And I know the number of deaths. Perhaps you have not kept count, but I have. From the figures supplied by Mr.
Will you and Mr. Roden accept this sum, dividing it as you think fit, and hand over the works to me? We ask, you to take it no questions asked, and go." "And Lord Ferriby?" suggested Von Holzen. Major White made a sudden movement, but Cornish laid his hand quickly upon the soldier's arm. "I will manage Lord Ferriby. What is your answer?"
"Where is your brother?" he said, turning to Dorothy. He was evidently rather afraid of Mrs. Vansittart, as a quick-spoken person not likely to have patience with a slow man. "He has gone to Utrecht," answered Dorothy. "And Mr. von Holzen is not at the works, which are locked up. I have just come from there. By a lucky chance I met this man Ben, and have brought him here."
And I had quite forgotten both your face and your name, Herr ... Herr ... von Holz" she broke off, and stepped back from him "von Holzen," she said slowly. "Then you are the malgamite man?" "Yes, Fraeulein," he answered, with his grave smile; "I am the malgamite man."
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