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Updated: June 22, 2025
He looked again at the number of the house, but it stared back at him convincingly. Then the door opened. So keen was his sense of unfitness that, still trying to fuse his impression of Lakely with the idea of silver door-fittings, he stepped into the hall without the usual preliminary question.
In a moment the unreality of the past months had become real; a tangible justification of himself and his imposture was suddenly made possible. In the stress of understanding he, too, leaned forward, and, resting his elbows on the desk, took his face between his hands. For a space Lakely made no remark. To him man and man's moods came second in interest to his paper and his party politics.
"By Jove!" said Blessington Eve said nothing. Loder was parting with Lakely, and his was the laugh that had attracted them both. The interest excited by his talk was still reflected in his face and bearing as he made his way towards them. "By Jove!" said Blessington again. "I never realized that Chilcote was so tall." Again Eve said nothing.
Still quietly, but with a strange underglow of excitement, Loder left the fire, and, coming forward, took a chair at Lakely's desk. "Do you mind telling me what you're driving at?" he asked, in his old, laconic voice. Lakely still scrutinized him with an air of brisk satisfaction; then with a gesture of finality he tossed his cigar away.
More than once before, Lakely the owner and editor of the 'St.
With the acumen for which he was noted, Lakely had touched the key-stone of the situation on that morning; and succeeding events, each fraught with its own importance, had established the precision of his forecast.
Suddenly realizing the necessity, he turned to the servant; but the man forestalled him: "Will you come to the white room, sir? And may I take your coat?" The smooth certainty of the man's manner surprised him. It held another savor of disappointment seeming as little in keeping with the keen, business-like Lakely as did the house.
In the ten days since the affair of the caravans had been reported from Persia public feeling had run high, and it was upon the pivot of this incident that Loder's attack was to turn; for, as Lakely was fond of remarking, "In the scales of public opinion, one dead Englishman has more weight than the whole Eastern Question!"
"Chilcote," he said, quickly and with a gleam of sudden anxiety, "you're not by any chance doubtful of yourself?" At sound of his voice Loder lifted his face; it was quite pale again, but the energy and resolution that had come into it when Lakely first spoke were still to be seen. "No, Lakely," he said, very slowly, "it's not the sort of moment in which a man doubts himself,"
But silently and with a more subtle meaning she found herself echoing the words. Until he was quite close to her, Loder did not seem to see her. Then he stopped quietly. "I was speaking to Lakely," he said. "He wants me to dine with him one night at Cadogan Gardens." But Eve was silent, waiting for him to address Blessington.
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