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"By the way," Rebener vouchsafed as they drove along, "I have taken the liberty of inviting Lord Denton and Mr. Karlbeck, two friends of mine, to dine with us tonight, and as Lord Denton is in mourning, he has asked that I have dinner in my apartment. I hope that is all right?" "Certainly," assented Edestone. "Lord Denton, you say?
"Edestone entertained Prince Henry himself at his Little Place in the Country," said Rebener, who saw that "Lord Denton" was losing his temper. "Yes, I did," said Edestone. "Not that I thought he would enjoy it, but somebody and now when I come to think of it, you were the man, Rebener insisted that he would like to visit my machine shops.
Their conversation was interrupted at this point by the arrival of Smith, who came in very much excited. Sniffling and rubbing his nose with the back of his forefinger, like a nervous cocaine fiend, he broke out agitatedly: "Mr. Rebener, I'm getting sick of this job.
Rebener, leaving him, went directly to his rooms at The Britz where he was received with the greatest consideration by everybody about the place. He was shown to the royal suite by the proprietor himself, who after he had carefully closed the door upon them stood as if waiting for orders.
What we want is his instrument, and if we're not going after that, what use is this dinner, I would like to know?" "I can't tell you," rejoined Rebener, "unless His Royal Highness would be willing to show his hand, and try to persuade Edestone to take our view of the matter."
"Well, we must get hold of it before he shows it to Underhill," frowned the proprietor, "that is, if it has not been shown already, and in that case we must get hold of Edestone himself." "Now that is exactly what is troubling me," Smith's voice rose hysterically. "I'm not going to stand for any of that rough stuff, Mr. Rebener. Mr.
Rebener, seeing his dinner a failure, although not quite understanding the cause, like many a nervous host compelled to face a tableful of distinguished guests who do not hesitate to show that they are bored, did the silliest thing possible under the circumstances, and drank more than he should. Presently he began to talk in such unrestrained fashion that "Mr.
Rebener," he said, "you are unnecessarily excited, and I therefore overlook your disrespect toward me. There is no intention whatever of doing any violence to Mr. Edestone. We hope merely to prevail on him to talk." "What good will his talking do?" cried the smaller man before his associate could silence him. "We know all that he said today at Buckingham Palace.
I must talk and talk fast," he said. Edestone leaned forward as if to halt the car, but the fellow caught him by the knee in a grip almost of desperation. "For God's sake don't do that!" he pleaded. "He will kill both of us. Oh, don't you understand? He is a German spy. I am German, Rebener is German, we are all Germans all spies. We have been watching you for the past six months.
"I should have supposed, if you had anything of the kind to sell, that it would be to your friend, Count Bernstoff. However," he laid his hand on the other's arm, "it's an agreeable surprise to run across a fellow-countryman, no matter what the cause. Are you going my way?" "No," Rebener told him, he had an appointment on hand with one of the bureau chiefs in the Ordnance Department.
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