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Percy Roden, with his hand at his moustache, smiled a somewhat fatuous smile. He thought, perhaps, that a woman will love a man the more for being a good man of business. "Yes," said Mrs. Vansittart, softly. "But I should like Von Holzen to have his due," said Roden, rather grandly. "He has done wonders, and no one quite realizes that except perhaps Cornish." "Indeed! Does Mr.
She took the paper and turned it over curiously. Then, with her usual audacity, she opened it and began to read. "Ah," she said, "it is in Hebrew." Von Holzen nodded his head, and held out his hand for the paper, which she gave to him. She was not afraid of the man but she was very near to fear. "And I am sitting here, quietly under the trees, Fraeulein," he said, "learning it by heart."
"It is too little money," replied the dying man. "Make it twelve hundred." Von Holzen turned away to the window again thoughtfully. A silence seemed to have fallen over the busy streets, to fill the untidy room. The angel of death, not for the first time, found himself in company with the greed of men. "I will do that," said Von Holzen at length, "as you are dying." "Have you the money with you?"
For some women can think deeply and talk superficially at the same moment. "Do you know," she said, with a sudden change of voice and manner, "I have a conviction that you know something to-day of which you were ignorant yesterday? All knowledge, I suppose, leaves its mark. Something about Otto von Holzen, I suspect. Ah, Tony, if you know something, tell it to me.
One afternoon, three days after the departure of Percy Roden, when Von Holzen was buried, and the authorities had expressed themselves content with the verdict that he had come accidentally by his death, Marguerite took occasion to congratulate herself, and all concerned, in the fact that what she vaguely called "things" were beginning to straighten themselves out.
For she knew that her lover was a match for Von Holzen, and more than a match. She had never doubted that. It was a part of her creed. A woman never really loves a man until she has made him the object of a creed. And it is only the man himself who can and in the long run usually does make it impossible for her to adhere to her belief.
Von Holzen looked at him with a measuring eye, and remembered some warning words spoken by Roden months before. This was a cleverer man than they had thought him. This was the one mistake they had made in their careful scheme. "I have been looking into things," said Cornish, in a final voice. He took off his hat and laid it aside. Von Holzen went slowly back to his desk, which was a high one.
"I was wondering how I could see some of the malgamite workers to-morrow. I know some of them, and it is from them that the danger may be expected. They are easily led, and Herr von Holzen would not scruple to make use of them." "Ah!" said Mrs. Vansittart, "you have guessed that, too. I have more than guessed it I know it. You must see these men to-morrow." "I will," answered Dorothy, simply.
"Yes," answered Cornish, reluctantly; "but I think you would be wiser to leave Von Holzen to me." "Ah!" said Mrs. Vansittart, with one of her quick glances. "You think that." She paused on the threshold, then shrugged her shoulders and passed out. She hurried home, and there wrote a note to Percy Roden. "It seems a long time since I saw you last, though perhaps it only seems so to me.
"As soon as he comes up we will draft them off in batches of ten, and pack them into the omnibuses. The luggage can follow. Ah! Here comes Von Holzen. You don't know him, do you?" "No; I don't know him." They both went forward to meet a man of medium height, with square shoulders, and a still, clean-shaven face. Otto von Holzen raised his hat, and remained bare-headed while he shook hands.
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