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Have you been to Washington?" Nikasti shook his head. "I do not go to Washington," he said. "You will understand that diplomatically, as you would put it, I do not exist. Neither is it necessary. I am here to listen." Fischer nodded. "There need be very little delay, then," he observed, "before we get to work." Nikasti bowed and raised his forefinger in warning. "I think," he whispered, "that Mr.
He watched it burn, and turned away from the contemplation of its grey ashes with a sigh of content. Suddenly he started. The door of the sitting-room had been opened and closed. A tall, broad-shouldered man, wearing gold-rimmed spectacles, a long travelling coat and a Homburg hat, was standing watching him. Nikasti was only momentarily disturbed. His look of gentle inquiry was perfect.
Lutchester, as though by accident, came a step further into the room. Nikasti's eyes never left his face. Perhaps at that moment each knew the other's purpose, though their tongues clung to the other things. "Will you talk to me, Japan?" Lutchester asked calmly. "You have listened to Germany. I am England." "If you have anything to say," Nikasti replied, "Baron Yung is at Washington."
You seem shaken, somehow." "I am quite well," Nikasti declared gravely. "I am very well indeed." Fischer stared at him searchingly from behind his spectacles. "You don't look it," he observed. "If you'll take my advice, you'll get away from here and rest somewhere quietly for a few days. Why don't you try one of the summer hotels on Long Island?" Nikasti shook his head.
"Precisely! We have had our agents all over the world for years. Some are good, a few are easily deceived. There is no country in the world where apparently so much liberty is granted to foreigners as in Japan. There is no country where the capacity for manufacture and output has been so grossly underestimated by our agents, as yours." Nikasti smiled.
"My friend," he said, "there's big proof coming of what I said to you the other day. You'll find that letter you carry will mean a different thing now. There's news in the air." "There has been a great battle, perhaps?" Nikasti asked slowly. "All that is to be known you will hear before evening," Fischer replied. "Tell some one to send me some coffee. I have come through from Washington.
"It is no fairy tale," Lutchester rejoined, "that you are Prince Nikasti, the third son of the great Marquis Ato, that you and I met more than once in London when you were living there some years ago; that you travelled through our country, and drew up so scathing an indictment of our domestic and industrial position that, but for their clumsy diplomacy, your country would probably have made overtures to Germany.
Lutchester stooped down and picked up the knife from the floor. "Nikasti," he enjoined, "listen to me, for your country's sake. The promise contained in that letter is barely worth the paper it is written on, so long as the British fleet remains what it is.
"It may not be a very agreeable one from yours, but it is certainly one which he has a right to make." "Entirely," Lutchester agreed, "but where he goes wrong is that his primary object in coming here was to meet Hie chief of the Japanese Secret Service, to whom he has made a proposition of precisely similar character." Pamela set down her glass. "You are not in earnest!" "Absolutely." "Nikasti?"
"You and I know well," Lutchester continued, "that ambassadors are but the figureheads in the world's history. Speak to me of the things which concern our nations, Nikasti. Tell me of the letter you bear to the Emperor. You have nothing to lose. Sit down and talk to me, man to man. You have heard Germany. Hear England.
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