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He then stood beside the correspondents while the malgamite workers descended from the omnibus and took possession of their new quarters. He provided the journalists with photographs and a short printed account of the malgamite trade, which had been prepared by Von Holzen. It was finally Cornish who packed them into the omnibus in high good humour, and sent them back to The Hague.
Many questions had arisen during those two months of Cornish's honorary secretary ship of the charity which he had been unable to answer, and which he had been obliged to refer to Roden and Von Holzen. These had replied readily, and the matter as solved by them seemed simple enough.
"At all events, all that Percy told me made me anxious to meet you. It is rather lonely, you know, at the Villa des Dunes. You see, Percy is engaged all day with his malgamiters. And, of course, we know no one here yet." "There is Herr von Holzen," suggested Mrs. Vansittart, ringing the bell for tea. "Oh yes. The man who is associated with Percy at the works? I do not know him.
"One cannot suppose," he said, in the full conviction that words will meet any emergency "One cannot suppose that Von Holzen will act in direct opposition to the voice of the majority." "Von Holzen," replied the major, "plays a doocid good game." After luncheon they walked across the Toornoifeld to the Hotel des Indes, and there, in a small salon, found a number of gentlemen seated round a table.
Any other day, madame, that your fancy brings you over the dunes, I should be delighted but not to-day. I tell you frankly there is danger. You surely would not run into it." He looked up at her with his searching gaze. "Ah! you think it is easy to frighten me, Herr von Holzen," she cried, with a little laugh.
If the gentlemen will wait a moment, I will seek Herr Roden." And he left them standing beneath the brilliant sun in the open space between the gate and the cottage where Von Holzen lived. In a few moments he returned, accompanied by Percy Roden, who emerged from the office in his shirt-sleeves, pen in hand. He shook hands with Cornish and White, glanced at Mr. Wade, and half bowed.
He glanced curiously at Von Holzen, as if he were displaying a hitherto unknown side to his character. Von Holzen, too, was collecting the papers scattered on his desk, with a patient air and a half-suppressed sigh of weariness, as if he were entering upon a work of supererogation. "As to the deaths," he said, "I can demonstrate that as we go along.
"Take my word for it," she continued, turning to Joan, "Herr von Holzen is a shady customer. I know a shady customer when I see him. I never thought much of the malgamite business, you know, but unfortunately nobody asked my opinion on the matter. I wonder " She paused, looking thoughtfully at Major White, who presently met her glance with a stolid stare. "Of course!" she said, in a final voice.
"Ah, madame," he said, "you honour us beyond our merits." And he stood, smiling gravely, in front of Mrs. Vansittart's horse. She surreptitiously touched the animal with her heel, but Von Holzen checked its movement by laying his hand on the bridle. "Alas!" he said, "it happens to be our mixing day, and the factories are hermetically closed while the process goes forward.
He shook his head at Cornish's suggestion, made in halting Dutch mingled with German, that Von Holzen had swum away in the darkness. "No," said the officer, "I know these canals and this above all others. They will find him, planted in the mud at the bottom, head downward like a tulip. The head goes in and the hands are powerless, for they only grasp soft mud like a fresh junket."
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