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Updated: June 6, 2025
"All our friends seem to be here to-night," the Prince remarked, glancing around. "I saw Naida with her father and the eternal Oscar Immelan. Chalmers is here with an exceedingly gay party, and yonder sits his Imperial Highness, looking very much the barbaric prince. By the by," he added, glancing towards Maggie, "I thought that he was not coming?"
"It will give me great pleasure to make your better acquaintance. Will you and my dear friend here," she added, turning to the Prince, "take coffee with us afterwards? I shall then introduce you to my father. Oscar Immelan you both know, of course." They murmured their delighted assent, and she passed on. Nigel watched her until she took her place at the table.
The girl sat transfixed. She seemed to have lost all power of speech. "That is a copy of the message which you sent to Immelan," he told her sternly. "It is the terrible Li Wen," she faltered. "He has the second sight. The devil walks with him." "The devil is sometimes a useful confederate," her companion continued equably.
"Immelan is too good for us," Sir Daniel grumbled. "He always wins." "I am lucky," the newcomer admitted, "but I may be your partner; in which case, you too will win." "If you are my partner," the Prince declared, "I shall play for five pounds a hundred. I desire to gamble. London is beginning to weary me." "Mr.
His face had become set as marble; there was a look in his eyes like the flashing of a light upon black metal. He contemplated his visitor across the lilies. "A man so near to death, Immelan," he enjoined, "might choose his words more carefully." Immelan laughed scornfully. "I am not to be bullied," he declared. "Your doors with their patent locks have no fears for me.
Immelan was in bed, looking very ill indeed. He was pale, and his china-blue eyes, curiously protruding, were filled with an expression of haunting fear. A puzzled doctor was standing by the bedside. A nurse, who was smoothing the bedclothes, glanced around at Prince Shan's entrance. The invalid started convulsively, and, clutching the pillows with his right hand, turned towards his visitor.
Immelan frowned slightly as he glanced across the room. "There is not much to tell," he answered, without enthusiasm. "The young lady is, as you know, Lady Maggie Trent. The older lady, with the white hair, is, I believe, her aunt. The name of their escort is Lord Dorminster. You would probably know him by the name of Kingley he has only just succeeded to the title."
This time he avoided looking at her. "You must come over and speak to Maggie," he begged. "Perhaps Mr. Immelan will spare you for a few moments." Immelan bowed, sphinxlike but coldly furious. The two strolled away together. When the next set was over, Naida, who had rejoined her companion, had disappeared. On one of their vacated chairs was seated the quiet-looking stranger in grey.
"I come for your last word," she announced. "All that I have written to Paul Matinsky you know." "The last word is not yet to be spoken," he said. "This, however, you may tell Matinsky. The scheme of Oscar Immelan has been laid before me. I have rejected it." "In what other way, then, would you use your power?" she asked. He made no answer. She watched him with a great and growing curiosity.
"I see Naida Karetsky for Russia, Oscar Immelan for Germany, Austria and Sweden, and Prince Shan for Asia here meeting in London within the next week or ten days, to take counsel together to decide whether the things which are being plotted against us to-day shall be or shall not be. Of Immelan we have no hope. He conceals it cleverly enough, but he hates England with all the fervour of a zealot.
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