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"That does not matter," was the grave reply. "Ten minutes ago I had an urgent telephone call from our mutual friend. His Excellency told me that he was sending a special messenger, and begged me to give you a few minutes. I have left a conference of some importance, and I am here." "A few minutes will be enough," Lutchester promised.
I have just heard, too, that Baron von Schwerin is giving a dinner-party." Lutchester looked thoughtfully at the little stream of people. The Ambassador left him for a few moments to welcome some late comers. He returned presently and resumed his seat by Lutchester's side.
"I can't quite get hold of it," he confessed, "but I have a sort of fancy I can't altogether get rid of that there was a woman about." Lutchester looked at the end of the cigarette he had just lit. "A woman?" he repeated. "That's queer."
By the bye, will you both come out and dine with me to-night?" Van Teyl glanced at his sister. She shook her head. "I am so sorry," she said, "but we are engaged. Perhaps we shall see something of you in Washington." "I have no doubt you will," Lutchester replied "All the same," he added, "it would give me very great pleasure to entertain you at dinner this evening."
There were evil things awaiting him outside Wall Street. Lutchester breathed the air of Washington and felt almost homesick. The stateliness of the city, its sedate and quiescent air after the turmoil of New York, impressed him profoundly. Everywhere its diplomatic associations made themselves felt.
Her hand slipped into his. A little breeze filled their sails at that moment. The wonderful blue water of the bay sparkled with a million gleams of sunshine. Lutchester drew a great breath of content. "That's aunt on the landing-stage, watching us through her glasses," Pamela pointed out, making a feeble attempt to withdraw her hand.
Lutchester was sitting with his finger-tips pressed together. For a moment his attention seemed fixed upon them. "There are things," he said, "which one hears, too, in the far corners of the world on the Atlantic, for instance." "You have had some news?" she interrupted.
"He is not only that," Pamela continued, "but he is a man with large principles and great ideas." "Principles!" Lutchester murmured. "Of course, you don't like him," Pamela went on, "and I don't wonder at it. He is thoroughly German, isn't he?" "Almost prejudiced, I'm afraid," Lutchester assented. "Don't be silly," Pamela protested.
"People who did not know the circumstances might have considered me guilty of an indiscretion," Lutchester admitted, "but they would have been entirely wrong. On the other hand, your friend Fischer is a would-be murderer, a liar, and is at the present moment engaged in intrigues which are a most immoral compound of duplicity and cunning."
Lutchester, whom I had left behind in London, come to pay an evening call in the Hotel Plaza, New York!" Van Teyl shook his head slowly, got up from his seat, lit a cigarette, and came back again. "Pam," he confessed, "my brain won't stand it. You're not going to tell me that Lutchester's in the game? Why, a simpler sort of fellow I never spoke to." "I can't make up my own mind about Mr.
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