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It shall be six hundred. A man may do much with six hundred golden louis." Selingman sat forward once more in his place. "Look here," he intervened, "you go too far, my friend. You never spoke to me of this. What have you against Hunterleys?" "His nationality," Draconmeyer answered coolly. "I hate all Englishmen!" The gaiety had left Selingman's face.

The sound of the opening of windows from the other side of the corridor was heard all down the train. Selingman and his companion followed the general example, opening the door of the carriage and the window opposite. A draught blew through the compartment. One of the small folded slips of paper from Selingman's pocket-book fluttered along the seat. It came within reach of Norgate.

"To discuss him with me?" Selingman's eyes as though by accident fell upon the roses and the note. "Ah, well," she murmured, "go on." "It is wonderful," Selingman proceeded, "to be able to tell the truth. I speak to you as one comrade to another. This young man was your companion at the Café de Berlin.

To Monte Carlo, dear mademoiselle! messieurs!" They drank the toast and a few minutes later Hunterleys slipped away. The two men looked after him. The smile seemed gradually to leave Selingman's lips, his face was large and impressive. "Run and fetch your cloak, dear," he said to the girl. She obeyed at once. Selingman leaned across the table towards his companion.

"Hebblethwaite the one man whom Berlin doubts!" He withdrew a little into the shadows, his eyes fixed upon the box. A little way off, in the stalls, Mrs. Paston Benedek was whispering to Baring. Further back in the Promenade, Helda was entertaining a little party of friends. Selingman's eyes remained fixed upon Norgate. Mrs.

Nevertheless, to make a certainty of it, we shall offer her great inducements. We shall be ready to deal with her when Calais, Ostend, Boulogne, and Havre are held by our armies. Now listen, do you flinch?" The two men were still standing in the middle of the room. Selingman's brows were lowered, his eyes were keen and hard-set.

"Well, bring your man in whenever you want to," Norgate invited, as he turned away. "I can promise, at least, that I shall not understand what you are saying, and that I won't sneak your designs." There was a queer little smile on Herr Selingman's broad face. It almost seemed as though he had discovered some hidden though unsuspected meaning in the other's words.

He had received high praise for his share in it. Every one who had seen him that day spoke of him as in absolutely capital form. Suddenly he whips out a revolver from his desk and shoots himself, and all that any one knows is that he was rung up by some one on the telephone. There's a puzzle for you, Norgate." Norgate made no reply. He felt Selingman's eyes upon him.

Norgate will be nimbler than my brain to-night." She nodded sympathetically. "You are immersed in affairs, of course," she murmured. "Au revoir, Mr. Norgate! Give my love to Anna. Some day I hope that I shall welcome you both in Rome." Norgate pushed his way through a confused medley of crates which had just been unloaded and made his way up the warehouse to Selingman's office.

"I have a surprise," Herr Selingman announced. "Wait." Almost as he spoke, an attendant arrived from the buffet car with some soda-water. Herr Selingman's head vanished for a moment or two. When he reappeared, he held two glasses in his hand. "A whisky soda made in real English fashion," he proclaimed triumphantly. "A good nightcap, is it not? Now we are off again."

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