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"It is past three o'clock, and every one has gone to bed." The Baron 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. The Baron shook his head. "One mistakes," he declared. "The nerves become over sensitive."
"Money and one other thing, Monsieur le Baron," she whispered in his ear, "can buy the jewels from a crown can buy, even, the heart of a woman " 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. The Baron found himself drawn on one side, a few minutes later, by Monsieur de Lamborne himself.
"If money could only buy the desire of one's heart!" he murmured. "Alas!" His eyes seemed to seek out Monsieur de Lamborne amongst the moving throngs. She laughed softly, and her hand brushed his. "Money and one other thing, Monsieur le Baron," she whispered in his ear, "can buy the jewels from a crown can buy even the heart of a woman."
Finally, he watched it deposited in the ponderous safe, suggested the word to which the lock was set, and closed the door. Monsieur de Lamborne heaved a sigh of relief. "I fancy this time," he said, "that our friends at Berlin will be disappointed. Couch or easy-chair, Baron?" "The couch, if you please," De Grost replied, "a strong cigar, and a long whiskey and soda. So! Now, for our vigil."
The time is so short and the conditions so difficult. I may count upon your assistance, Baron?" Peter drew from his pocket a crumpled piece of paper. "I received a telegram from headquarters this evening," he said, "with instructions to place myself entirely at your disposal." "You will return with me, then, to the Embassy?" Monsieur de Lamborne asked eagerly. Peter did not at once reply.
"Simply that a verbatim copy of the document in question will be despatched to Berlin to-morrow evening, without fail." "There are no secrets between us," De Grost declared, smoothly. "What is the special importance of this document?" De Lamborne shrugged his shoulders. "Since you ask," he said, "I will tell you.
Finally he watched it deposited in the ponderous safe, suggested the word to which the lock was set, and closed the door. Monsieur de Lamborne heaved a sigh of relief. "I fancy this time," he said, "that our friends at Berlin will be disappointed. Couch or easy-chair, Baron?" "The couch, if you please," Peter replied, "a strong cigar, and a long whisky and soda. So! Now for our vigil."
De Lamborne leaned against the back of the table. His eyes were a little wild, but he laughed hoarsely. "We fight, then, against the creatures of another world," he declared. "No human being could have opened that safe last night." The Baron hesitated. "Monsieur de Lamborne," he said, "the room adjoining is your wife's." "It is the salon of Madame," the ambassador admitted.
He wore a frilled shirt, and an eye-glass suspended by a broad black ribbon hung down upon his chest. 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," De Grost remarked. "It must be an affair of a few words only, though." Monsieur de Lamborne wasted no time in preliminaries.
"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 among us politically, while Madame " The Baron sighed, and his companion leaned a little towards him; her dark eyes were full of sentimental regard. "Yes?" she murmured. "Continue.
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