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"Immelan, as you of course know, is one of your enemies, one of those who are working in this country for purposes of his own. But as regards Kroten, may I ask where you obtained your information about the place?" Nigel dragged down the atlas and showed them the paragraph. Jesson read it with a faint smile upon his lips. "I fancy," he remarked, "that this is a little out of date.
In the lounge, they had barely seated themselves before Naida, with her father and Immelan, appeared. The little party at once joined up, and Naida seated herself next to Nigel. She talked very slowly, but her accent amounted to little more than a prolongation of certain syllables, which had the effect of a rather musical drawl.
"He is one of the ambassadors of commerce from my country," he said. "In place of diplomacy, he superintends the exchange of shipping cargoes and talks freights. I suppose Immelan and he are all the time comparing notes, but I scarcely see where my dear friend Naida comes in." "There is still the oldest interest in the world for her to fall back upon," Chalmers murmured.
His own protest, when at last he spoke, sounded paltry. "But supposing it is true that she is already engaged to Lord Dorminster?" Prince Shan smiled very quietly. "That," he said, "can easily be disposed of." "But do you seriously believe that you would be able to induce her to return with you to Pekin?" Immelan persisted.
"I suppose," Immelan suggested, as the two men reached the house in Curzon Street, "it would be useless to ask you to break your custom and lunch with me at the Ritz or at the club?" His companion smiled deprecatingly. "I have adopted so many of your western customs," he said apologetically. "To this lunching or dining in public, however, I shall never accustom myself."
It was a matter of a few seconds. Immelan, when he felt himself seized, scarcely struggled. The courage of his madness seemed to pass, the venom died out of his face, he shook like a man in an ague. Prince Shan kicked the revolver on one side and looked scornfully down upon him, now a nerveless wreck. "Immelan," he said, "it is a pity that you did not wait until to-morrow morning.
"You'll have a chance to catch me up before long," he replied. "Naida has promised that she will arrange a meeting with the Prince." "I wonder what Oscar Immelan will have to say about it," Maggie reflected. "To tell you the truth," Nigel said hopefully, "I believe that Immelan is losing ground. His whole scheme is too selfish.
Even my kind host, I think, would like to know what is in Paul Matinsky's heart as he hears the friends of Oscar Immelan plead their cause." "I admit it," he told her frankly. "I will go farther. I would give a great deal to know what is in your own mind to-day concerning us and our destiny. But these things are not for the moment.
"My dear Immelan," he murmured, "you are without doubt delirious. Compose yourself, I beg." A light that was almost tragic shone in the man's face. He sat up with a sudden access of strength. "For the love of God, don't torture me!" he groaned. "The pains grow worse, hour by hour. If I die, the whole world shall know by whose hand." The expression on Prince Shan's face remained unchanged.
I am young many years younger than you, Immelan and the greatest physicians marvel at my strength. Against the assassin's knife or bullet I am secure. You have been brought up and lived, my terrified friend, in a country where religion remains a shell and a husk, without comfort to any man.
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