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"My friend," he said, "this is not the same packet." The ambassador stared at him incredulously. "This packet can scarcely have gained two ounces in the night," Peter went on. "Besides, the seal is fuller. I have an eye for these details." De Lamborne leaned against the back of the table. His eyes were a little wild, but he laughed hoarsely.
The dawn broke and the awakening hum of the city grew louder and louder. De Grost rose and stretched himself. "Your servants are moving about in the house," he remarked. "I think that we might consider our vigil at an end." Monsieur de Lamborne rose with alacrity. "My friend," he said, "I feel that I have made false pretenses to you. With the day I have no fear.
A thousand pardons for your sleepless night." "My sleepless night counts for nothing," the Baron assured him, "but, before I go, would it not be as well that we glance together inside the safe?" De Lamborne shook out his keys. "I was about to suggest it," he replied. The ambassador arranged the combination and pressed the lever. Slowly the great door swung back. The two men peered in.
"Untouched!" De Lamborne exclaimed, a little note of triumph in his tone. De Grost said nothing, but held out his hand. "Permit me," he interposed. De Lamborne was conscious of a faint sense of uneasiness. His companion walked across the room and carefully weighed the packet. "Well?" De Lamborne cried. "Why do you do that? What is wrong?" The Baron turned and faced him.
I want you to come home with me and share my vigil. You shall be my witness in case anything happens. We will watch together." De Grost reflected for a moment. "Bernadine makes few mistakes," he said, thoughtfully. Monsieur de Lamborne passed his hand across his forehead. "Do I not know it?" he muttered. "In this instance, though, it seems impossible for him to succeed.
Only his hands were suddenly outstretched with a curious gesture the four fingers were raised, the thumbs depressed. Monsieur De Lamborne collapsed. "I submit," he muttered. "It is you who are the master. Search where you will." "Monsieur has arrived?" the woman demanded, breathlessly. The proprietor of the restaurant himself bowed a reply. His client was evidently well-known to him.
A search will prove it." "There will be no search there," de Lamborne declared fiercely. "I am the ambassador of France, and my power under this roof is absolute. I say that you shall not cross that threshold." Peter's expression did not change. Only his hands were suddenly outstretched with a curious gesture the four fingers were raised, the thumbs depressed. Monsieur de Lamborne collapsed.
The hours crawled away. Once De Grost sat up and listened. "Any rats about?" he inquired. The ambassador was indignant. "I have never heard one in my life," he answered. "This is quite a modern house." De Grost dropped his match-box and stooped to pick it up. "Any lights on anywhere, except in this room?" he asked. "Certainly not," Monsieur de Lamborne answered.
At one o'clock precisely Monsieur de Lamborne returned to his house and heard with well-simulated interest that Monsieur le Baron de Grost awaited his arrival in the library. He found De Grost gazing with obvious respect at the ponderous safe let into the wall. "A very fine affair this," he remarked, motioning with his head toward it. "The best of its kind," Monsieur de Lamborne admitted.
"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," the Baron remarked, thoughtfully. "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.
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