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His eyes narrowed as they followed the skulking figure of the architect out of the room. "That fellow needs watching," he muttered to Rebener. "He has lost his nerve. He is not a true German anyhow. But if he makes a false step, 4782 knows what to do and you can depend upon him to do it. We do not know who he is, but he is a gentleman, if not a nobleman, and he will kill or die for his Emperor."
Edestone," he said finally, "you Americans are neutrals and are at liberty to select your friends where you please, but my advice to you would be not to take London as the place to entertain people with German names. You will probably understand that we cannot take any chances." "I have known Mr. Rebener," repeated Edestone, "for years.
The self-satisfied Bombiadi also overheard, and although he endeavoured to appear unconscious, a dull red flush crept up over his cheeks, and after shifting for a moment from one foot to the other, he left the room. "Lord Denton" and "Karlbeck" exchanged glances out of the corners of their eyes; and Rebener, although he made out to grin at the speech, shifted a little uneasily in his chair.
You surely haven't run afoul of the War Department?" Rebener rolled his eyes. "That sounds more like our friends, the barbarians, than Englishmen. But, say, you are joking of course; you're not really in trouble? Seriously is there anything you want me to do for you? I have quite a little pull over at the War Offices, you know." "No, thank you; I am leaving for Paris tomorrow."
Rebener laid his hand upon his arm. "Well, Jack," he said, "hadn't we better be getting up to my place? I don't want to keep the other gentlemen waiting, and these Europeans have an awful habit of coming at the hour they are invited, and do not, as we do in America, in imitation of the 'Snark, 'dine on the following day. "Good-night, Ralph," he waved his hand to the correspondent.
Let's make this a quiet little American dinner just to ourselves, and forget for once this ghastly war." "At eight o'clock, then," Edestone nodded. "And a strict neutrality dinner, remember. That is the only safe kind for us Americans to eat in London." "All right, Rebener, as neutral as you please. A bientot." And with a wave of the hand he passed on down the corridor and out of the building.
When Rebener got back to the entrance hall he found Edestone standing talking with an American newspaper correspondent, and as he came up heard the inventor say: "Well you can say that if I sell my discovery to anyone it will be to the United States, and that rather than sell to any other nation I would hand it over to my own country as a free gift."
"On your honour?" "On my word of honour as a Prussian officer and a gentleman." "Well, then, hurry up and open this door. It is getting stifling in here; and, besides, Rebener will be growing anxious about me." "But, first, your information. Where is the instrument?" "Oh, the instrument?" It was now Edestone's turn to laugh. "Why, that is lying on the floor under the table in Mr.
"No," Rebener took it upon himself to answer. "We are going to have a little partie carree in my apartment." "In that case," said the Captain, "I regret that I shall have to station men on that floor." Rebener frowned as if he were about to voice a protest, but at that moment the proprietor called him over to consult with him in regard to the menu.
"No, they are not going to stand me up before a firing squad," Edestone halted this flood of intelligence, as he sprang up from the sofa; "but I shall turn myself into one, and fire the whole lot of you, if you don't stop talking so much. Now hurry up, and get me dressed. I don't want to keep Mr. Rebener waiting."
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