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I hurried out and watched the engines go by from the sidewalk. I have always been rather interested in " "Never mind that, please. Go on," Pamela asked, almost under her breath. "Certainly," Lutchester assented. "On the way back, then, I saw a little Japanese, who was coming out of the hotel, knocked down by a taxicab which skidded nearly into the door.
Not a word came from the man who seemed to have learnt the gift of sitting with absolute immovability. Even his eyes did not blink. He sat and waited. "The proposals made to you are plausible and deserving of consideration," Lutchester proceeded.
"You were a brick, of course, and how you and Miss Van Teyl tumbled on to the whole thing I can't imagine. But I don't understand what you're getting at now. You can't suggest that I am to leave these fellows alone and not give information to the police?" "The character of the place," Lutchester assured him, "is already perfectly well known to the heads of the police.
Pamela shook hands with the young man and took her place between them. "I've been envying you your seat under the tree," she said. "Couldn't we go there for a few moments?" Mrs. Hastings detached herself and approached them. She received Philip Downing's bow cordially, and she was almost civil to Lutchester. "I can't have my niece taken away," she protested. "We are just going in to tea, Pamela."
"It is your belief," he proceeded, "that you are going to hand over to him the formula of which we were speaking." "It is no belief," she replied. "It is certainty. I took it myself from Graham's pocket." Lutchester nodded. "Good! Have you opened it?" "I have," she declared. "It is without doubt, the formula." "On the other hand, I am here to assure you that it is not," Lutchester replied.
"It will pass into the archives of Japanese history. In future we shall know." Once more he touched a bell. The door was opened. Lutchester found himself escorted into the street. He was back at the Embassy in time to meet a little stream of departing guests. Lady Ridlingshawe patted him on the shoulder with her fan. "Deserter!" she exclaimed, reproachfully, "Wherever have you been hiding?"
"I shall begin to think," Pamela murmured, "that you don't like Mr. Fischer!" "I detest him heartily," Lutchester confessed. "I find him singularly interesting," Pamela announced, sitting up in her chair. "I dare say you do," Lutchester replied. "Women are always bad judges of our sex. All the same, you are not going to marry him." "How do you know he wants to marry me?" Pamela demanded.
"Mademoiselle Sonia is perhaps connected with the regulation of the munition supplies from America?" "Mademoiselle Sonia," Lutchester asserted, "is an old friend of mine. Apart from that, it was my business to talk to her." "Your business?" Lutchester assented with perfect gravity. "Within a day or two," he said, "now, if you made a point of it, I could explain a great deal."
He will probably join us later." Mr. Hastings was summoned to the telephone, a moment or two later. Mrs. Hastings sat down to write a note, and Pamela moved her place over to Fischer's side. His face brightened at her spontaneous movement. She shook her head, however, at the little compliment with which he welcomed her. "This afternoon," she said softly, "I met Mr. Lutchester."
"Well," he admitted, "in America we don't lay much store by that sort of thing, but I don't know as we're very good judges about what goes on over here. I shouldn't call this place, anyway, a hotbed of intrigue. Excuse me!" He moved off to greet some incoming guests a well-known stockbroker and his partner. Lutchester looked after him curiously. "Is Mr.
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