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"Nikasti was entirely Fischer's affair," Van Teyl replied, "and I can't say much about him as I have given up my share of the apartments at the Plaza. The fellow's all right, I dare say, but we hadn't the slightest use for a valet. The man on the floor's good enough for any one." "By the bye," Lutchester inquired, "is Fischer still in New York?" "No, he's in Washington," Van Teyl replied.
Nikasti entered. Pamela's fingers paused in their task. Van Teyl stared at him. The newcomer was carrying the evening papers, which he laid down upon the table. "Is there anything more I can do before I go to bed, sir?" he asked, with his usual reverential little bow. "Aren't you hurt?" Van Teyl exclaimed. "Hurt?" Nikasti replied wonderingly. "Oh, no!"
Remember always what it is that you carry about with you." "I shall remember," Nikasti promised. Fischer entered his automobile and drove to a fashionable restaurant in the neighbourhood of Fifth Avenue. Arrived here, he made his way to a room on the first floor, into which he was ushered by one of the head waiters. Von Schwerin was already there, talking with a little company of men.
He walked to the door of the bedroom, opened it, and looked inside. Its sole occupant was Nikasti, who was at the far end, putting away some clothes. Fischer closed the door firmly and returned. "I want you to understand this, James," he began. "Your sister is meddling in certain things she'd best leave alone." Van Teyl lit a cigarette. "No use talking to me," he observed.
"You wish to see my master Mr. Van Teyl?" he asked. "Where is he?" Fischer demanded. "He is dressing in the next apartment. I will take him your name." Fischer threw his coat and hat upon the table. "That'll do directly," he replied. "So you're Nikasti?" They looked at one another for a moment. The face of the Japanese was smooth, bland, and imperturbable.
He held up the strips with shaking fingers, dropped them again, hurried to the lift, and entered his rooms. Nikasti was in the sitting-room, arranging some flowers. Fischer did not even stop to reply to his reverential greeting. "Where's Mr. Van Teyl?" he demanded. "Mr. Van Teyl has gone away, sir," was the calm reply. "He left here the day before yesterday. There is a letter."
"We ask no favours," Von Schwerin continued. "The issue of the war is written across the face of the skies for those who care to read." Nikasti looked downwards at the dress coat which he was carrying. Then he glanced up at Von Schwerin. "Perhaps our eyes have been dazzled," he said. "Will you not interpret?" "The end of the war will be a peace of exhaustion," Von Schwerin explained.
Van Teyl carefully reconsidered the cable. It certainly seemed to leave no room for misunderstanding. Please engage for our service, as valet, Nikasti. See that he enters on his duties at once. Hope land this evening. Your sister on board sends love. "Well that seems clear enough," the young man muttered, thrusting the form into his waistcoat pocket. "You're here to stay, I guess, Nikasti?
"Do you really believe that?" Pamela scoffed. "Why should he want to get rid of you? What harm can you do him?" "I am trying to find out," Lutchester replied grimly. "Still, since you ask the question, the pocketbook which is on its way to Germany, and which I picked up when Nikasti was taken ill " "Oh, yes, I know about that!" Pamela interrupted.
And now we meet, Nikasti, face to face, and all that you are willing to do for your country, I am willing to do for mine, and unless you sit down and talk this matter out with me as man to man, you will not leave New York." The arm of the Japanese stole with the most perfect naturalness inside his coat, and Lutchester knew then that the die was cast. The line of blue steel flashed out too late.
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