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Fischer was paying nearly the whole of the expenses of the Plaza suite," Pamela observed thoughtfully. "Naturally," Lutchester replied. "Your brother's name was a good, safe name to get behind. But to conclude with our friend Nikasti.
The Britishers came out right on top. You know you stand to net at least half a million, Mr. Lutchester? The worst of it is I have another client who's going to lose it." Pamela shook her head at Lutchester. "The possibility of increased responsibilities," he whispered. "A married man needs something to fall back upon." The offices of Messrs.
"It did us harm, without a doubt," was the lugubrious admission. "Still, fortunately, these people over here are clever enough to understand our idiosyncrasies. I honestly think we'd rather whine about a defeat than glory in a victory." "Diplomatically, too," Lutchester remarked thoughtfully, "I should have said that things seemed all right here.
"No," he murmured, "I agree with you. Good morning!" Lutchester walked out into the sun-baked streets, and with his absence Fischer abandoned his almost unnatural calm. He strode up and down the room, fuming with rage. At every fresh click of the tape machine, he snatched at the printed slip eagerly and threw it away with an oath. No one took any notice of him.
She turned it over nervously. "It is very kind of you, Mr. Lutchester," she murmured. "I'll be perfectly frank," he went on. "I should have found out where the little man who dropped it had disappeared to, and restored it to him, but I fancied of course, I may have been wrong that you and he were having some sort of a disagreement, a few minutes ago, when I happened to come in.
"I don't suppose," Lutchester continued, as they strolled across the lawn, "that you have very much influence with your uncle, or that he would listen very much to anything that you have to say, but if he is really in earnest about this thing, he is going to play a terribly dangerous game.
Lutchester," Pamela sighed. "He helped me in London on the night I sailed in fact, he was very useful indeed but why he invented that story about Nikasti, brought a dummy pocketbook into the room and helped us out of all our troubles, unless it was by sheer and brilliant instinct, I cannot imagine." "Let me get on to this," Van Teyl said. "Even the pocketbook was a fake, then?" She nodded.
"In New York," Lutchester continued, "he met one of your countrymen, Prince Nikasti, a man, I may add," Lutchester went on, "for whom I have the highest respect and esteem, although quite openly, years ago, he pronounced himself unfavourably disposed towards my country.
"I will wish you good night, Miss Van Teyl. Good night!" Pamela's reiterated thanks were murmured and perfunctory. Even James Van Teyl's hospitable instincts seemed numbed. They allowed Lutchester to depart with scarcely a word. With the closing of the door, speech brought them some relief from a state of tension which was becoming intolerable. Even then Fischer at first said nothing.
"The same," Lutchester assented politely. "We met at Henry's some ten days ago, didn't we?" "Mr. Lutchester has brought us a letter from Dicky Green, Jimmy," Pamela explained, as she withdrew from her brother's arms. "Quite unnecessary, as it happens, because I met him in London just before we sailed." "Very glad to meet you, Mr.
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