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Then Selingman departed on his expedition, and Maraton sat down before the window in the sitting-room. He drew aside the curtain and stared. They had been in the hotel rather less than half an hour, but the autumn twilight had deepened rapidly. Darkness had fallen upon the city a strange, unredeemed darkness. The street lamps were unlit. It was as though a black hand had been laid upon the place.
"Where is Maxendorf?" he asked. "Still at the hotel. The Embassy was not ready, and he has made excuses. He is more his own master there." Maraton turned to Ernshaw. "Ernshaw," he begged, "wait here for me. Wait." He took up his hat and left the room. Selingman stood almost as though he were praying. "Now," he muttered, "is the time for the strong man!"
An English ultimatum is now on its way to Berlin. War will be declared before midnight." Selingman rose slowly to his feet. His face was black with passion. He pushed a man away who stood between them. He was face to face with Norgate. "So you," he thundered, suddenly reckless of the bystanders, "are a double traitor! You have taken pay from Germany and deceived her!
Cautiously he stretched out his fingers and gripped it. In a moment it was in his pocket. He sat up in his place. Selingman had turned around. "Anything the matter?" Norgate asked sleepily. "Not that one can gather," Selingman replied. "You have slept well. I am glad that our conversation has not disturbed you. This is my agent from Brussels Mr. Meyer.
She will tell you their names. I have others to look after." Norgate's last glimpse of Selingman was on the pavement outside the theatre, surrounded by a little group of light-hearted girls and a few young men. "He is perfectly wonderful, our Mr. Selingman," Miss Morgen murmured, as they started off. "Tell me how long you have known him, Mr. Norgate?" "Four days," Norgate replied.
Am I improving?" Selingman rose to his feet. He drained his glass of wine and lit one of his long black cigars by the flame of the candle. "Dear Julia," he said, "you have spoken. I start on the quest of my life." Selingman had scarcely left the place when Ernshaw arrived, piloted into the room by Aaron, who had been waiting for him below. Maraton and he gripped hands heartily.
Something will be decided upon what, I am afraid there is very little chance of our getting to know. These men will separate Grex to St. Petersburg, Selingman to Berlin, Douaille to Paris. Then I think we shall begin to hear the mutterings of the storm." "I think," Mr.
A week even half a week's extra preparation might make much difference." Selingman sat for a short time, deep in thought. Then he drew out a box of pale-looking German cigars and lit one. "Count," he announced solemnly, "I take off my hat to you. Leave the matter in my hands." Norgate set down the telephone receiver and turned to Anna, who was seated in an easy-chair by his side.
"Dear Baroness," Selingman concluded, as the maid whom Anna had summoned stood ready to show him out, "it is because in my life I have been brought into contact with so many charming examples of your power." Once more silence and solitude. Anna moved restlessly about on her couch. Her eyes were a little hot. That future into which she looked seemed to become more than ever a tangled web.
"I have no scruple at all in marrying the Baroness von Haase," Norgate replied firmly. "As for the rest, you and I have discussed fully the matter of the political relations between our countries. I have shown you practically have I not, what my own views are?" "That is true, my young friend," Selingman confessed. "We have spoken together, man to man, heart to heart.
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