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Updated: June 9, 2025
Before you leave this country we will meet again, and, when you have heard me, you will tear that letter which you are treasuring next your heart into small pieces." Lutchester turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Nikasti crouched in his place without movement. The ache in his heart seemed to be shining out of his face.
His eyes were innocent even of any question. Fischer's forehead was wrinkled, and his brows drawn close together. "I am Nikasti," the other acknowledged "Kato Nikasti. Mr. Van Teyl has just engaged me as his valet." "You can take off the gloves," Fischer told him. "I am Oscar Fischer." "Oscar Fischer," Nikasti repeated. "Yes! ... Burning something when I came in weren't you?
"Until I sail," he decided, "I stay here. It is better so." "You know best, of course," Fischer replied. "Where's Mr. Van Teyl?" "He has gone out with his sister, sir the young lady in the next suite," Nikasti announced. Fischer sighed for a moment. Then he finished his cocktail, drew on his gloves, and turned towards the door. "Well, good night," he said. "Perhaps you are wise to stay here.
"This is living, at any rate," she declared. "First of all I discover that your Japanese servant is a spy " "Nikasti!" Van Teyl interrupted furiously. "Blast him! I knew that there was something wrong about that fellow, Fischer." Fischer frowned. "What's he been up to?" he inquired.
I saw him stiffen as he listened. He even uttered a word of remonstrance. Japan in London heard. Japan in your sitting-room here, in ten days' time, knew everything there was to be known." "I didn't bring Nikasti here for this," Fischer insisted. "Perhaps not," Pamela conceded, "but if you're a good American, what are you doing at all with a Japanese secret agent?"
When the last had departed, he turned back to the centre table, from the other side of which Pamela was watching him curiously. "I cannot imagine," she remarked, "how I could have made such a mistake about the door. I tried it twice or three times and it certainly seemed to me to be locked." Nikasti moved a step nearer towards her. Something of the servility of his manner had gone.
In another moment he came down upon the floor with a crash. Lutchester's grip upon him, a little crueller now, was like a band of steel. "There are many ways of playing this game. It is you who have chosen this one," he said. "It's no use, Nikasti. I know as much of your own science as you do.
The hand which gripped the strangely-shaped little knife was held as though in a vice, and Lutchester's other arm was suddenly thrown around the neck of his assailant, his fingers pressed against his windpipe. "Drop the knife," he ordered. It fell clattering on to the hard floor. Nikasti, however, twisted himself almost free, took a flying leap sideways, and seized his adversary's leg.
Then you shall know how much you can rely upon a country whose diplomacy is bred and born of lies, who cheats at every move of the game, who makes you a deliberate offer here which she never has the least intention of keeping. Have you anything to say to me, Nikasti?" Nikasti raised his eyes for one moment. "I have nothing to say," he replied. "I am the valet of Mr. Fischer and Mr. Van Teyl.
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.
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