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He will very likely have a little theory of his own, to the effect that since it was I who brought Miss Bamberger to Schreiermeyer's room, it was probably I who killed her, for some mysterious reason! 'Shall you tell him about the drop of blood on your hand? 'Without the slightest hesitation. But not until I am asked, and I shall be very glad if you will not speak of it.
Just then a man in a blue jacket and gilt buttons entered from the left of the stage and whispered a few words into Schreiermeyer's ear. The manager looked grave at once, nodded and came forward to the prompter's box.
'If I were conspiring against you, you would not guess it, my friend, he observed in a gentle tone. 'And you will never get anything out of me by threatening, you know. Schreiermeyer's face relaxed instantly into an expression of disappointment, and he looked wearily at the stage again. 'No, it is of no use, he answered in a melancholy tone. 'You are phlegmatic.
This delicate banter went on for twenty minutes, very much to Schreiermeyer's inward satisfaction, for it proved that at least four members of his company were on good terms with him and with each other; for when they had a grudge against him, real or imaginary, they became sullen and silent in his presence, and eyed him with the coldly ferocious expression of china dogs.
'Four thousand seven hundred and fifty-three people owe you their lives at this moment! Every one of them would have been dead but for your superb coolness! Ah, you are indeed a great woman! Schreiermeyer's business ear had caught the figures. As they walked, each with an arm through one of the Primadonna's, he leaned back and spoke to Stromboli behind her head.
Before the onslaught of such terrific foreigners a superior London footman could only protest with dignity and hold the door open for them to pass. Braver men than he had quailed before Schreiermeyer's stony eye, and gentle little Fraeulein Ottilie slipped in like a swallow in the track of a storm.
'It probably won't matter much, as they say that Miss Donne is going to throw up her engagement, and give up going on the stage. He had produced an effect at last, for Schreiermeyer's jaw dropped as he turned quickly. 'Eh? What? Who says she is not going to sing? What? 'I dare say it is nothing but gossip, Logotheti answered coolly. 'You seem excited. 'Excited? Eh?
Margaret hoped that he would, however, for she had never spoken to a royalty in her life and thought it would be very amusing to see a real, live king in the prima donna's eccentric surroundings. 'I shall turn you all out when you have heard her sing, continued Madame Bonanni. You and I will lunch quite alone, my dear, and talk things over. There is one good point in Schreiermeyer's character.
But there was light in abundance and to excess, dazzling, unshaded, intolerable to any but theatrical eyes. There were at least twenty strong electric lamps in the miserable place, which illuminated the coarsely painted faces of the Primadonna and the tenor with alarming distinctness, and gleamed on Schreiermeyer's smooth fair hair and beard, and impassive features.
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