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"We fight, then, against the creatures of another world," he declared. "No human being could have opened that safe last night." Peter hesitated. "Monsieur de Lamborne," he said, "the room adjoining is your wife's?" "It is the salon of madame," the Ambassador admitted. "What are the electrical appliances doing there?" Peter demanded. "Don't look at me like that, de Lamborne.
His face, as a rule, was imperturbable enough, but he had the air just now of a man greatly disturbed. "We cannot be overheard here," Peter remarked. "It must be an affair of a few words only, though." Monsieur de Lamborne wasted no time in preliminaries.
It is my wish." "I am the good friend of Monsieur de Lamborne," the Baron said, and in his tone there seemed to lurk some far-away touch of regret, "yet Madame knows that her conquests here have been many." The Ambassador's wife fanned herself and remained silent for a moment, a faint smile playing at the corners of her full, curving lips.
A movement of approaching guests caught them up and parted them for a time. The Baroness de Grost was at home from ten till one, and her rooms were crowded. Peter found himself drawn on one side a few minutes later by Monsieur de Lamborne himself. "I have been looking for you, de Grost," the latter declared. "Where can we talk for a moment?"
The dispatch which I received to-night contains the reply to these questions." "Which Bernadine has promised to forward to Berlin to-morrow night," Peter remarked softly. De Lamborne nodded. "You perceive," he said, "the immense importance of the affair. The very existence of that document is almost a casus belli."
"Indeed, no, madame!" he answered earnestly. "France has offered us nothing more delightful in the whole history of our entente than the loan of yourself and your brilliant husband. Monsieur de Lamborne makes history amongst us politically, whilst madame " Peter sighed, and his companion leaned a little towards him. Her dark eyes were full of sentimental regard. "Yes?" she whispered. "Continue.
"I think that there need be no answer to that question," De Grost said, quietly. "It is a greater tragedy which we have to face." Quick as lightning, the Frenchman's hand shot out. De Grost barely avoided the blow. "You shall answer to me for this, sir," De Lamborne cried. "It is the honor of my wife which you assail."
"It is past three o'clock, and every one has gone to bed." Peter rose and softly unbolted the door. The passage outside was in darkness. He listened intently for a moment, and returned yawning. "One fancies things," he murmured apologetically. "For example?" de Lamborne demanded. Peter shook his head. "One mistakes," he said. "The nerves become over-sensitive."
"On my return to the Embassy I shall place it in the safe, lock it up, and remain watching it until morning." "There doesn't seem to be much chance for Bernadine," Peter remarked. "But there must be no chance no chance at all," Monsieur de Lamborne asserted, with a note of passion in his thin voice. "It is incredible, preposterous, that he should even make the attempt.
The despatch which I received to-night contains the reply to these questions." "Which Bernadine has promised to forward to Berlin to-morrow night," the Baron remarked, softly. De Lamborne nodded. "You perceive," he said, "the immense importance of the affair. The very existence of that document is almost a casus belli."
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