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Selingman, a large cigar between his lips and a happy smile upon his face, stood in the square before the Casino, watching the pigeons. He had just enjoyed an excellent lunch, he was exceedingly pleased with a new light grey suit which he was wearing, and his one unsatisfied desire was for companionship. Draconmeyer was away motoring with Lady Hunterleys, Mr.
"I hope we shall not inconvenience you very much but those are the general orders. Every motor car is to be commandeered. Sorry for the lady. Give me your name and address, please, at once, the cost price of your car, and how long it has been in your possession?" Selingman gasped. "Is the country at war?" he asked. "We have come from South Wales to-day. We heard nothing en route."
Selingman surrendered his hat and coat to the obsequious vestiaire, pulled down his waistcoat with a familiar gesture, spread his pudgy hands upon the table and looked around him with a smile of benevolent approval. "I shall amuse myself here," he declared confidently. "Pass the menu to me, Draconmeyer. You have no more idea how to eat than a rabbit. That is why you suffer from indigestion.
"It is what I often tell him, sir," Mr. Meyer replied, "but he is too fond of the English trade." "English money is no better than Belgian," Herr Selingman declared, "but there is more of it. Let us go round to the restaurant car and drink a bottle of wine together while the beds are prepared." "Certainly," Norgate assented, stretching himself.
At any moment might commence this conference, whose avowed purpose was to break at a single blow, a single treacherous but deadly blow, the Empire whose downfall Selingman had once publicly declared was the one great necessity involved by his country's expansion.... Hunterleys quenched his thirst at a roadside café, sitting out upon the pavement and drinking coarse red wine and soda-water.
"Before I leave London," Maraton said, "I must see Maxendorf once more." Selingman stroked his face thoughtfully. "Your risk," he remarked. "Don't you let these chaps think you are mixed up with Maxendorf." "I must see Maxendorf," Maraton insisted. "When I leave London to-night, the die is cast. I have cut myself adrift from everything in life. I shall make enemies with every class of society.
The fact is announced in all the morning papers." "He will be at the Ritz Hotel to-night," Selingman continued, unruffled. "When he arrives, I shall be there. We speak together for an hour and then I come for you." "I shall be glad to meet Maxendorf," Maraton agreed quietly. "He is a great man.
Fancy to live in my fairy chamber, to listen while I give shape and substance to all that I conceive what woman would refuse!" Maraton laughed softly as they passed out into the Palace yard. "Try Julia," he suggested. Selingman had the air of one who has achieved a personal triumph as, with his arm in Maraton's, he led him towards the man whom they had come to visit. "Behold!" he exclaimed.
She is less a poet than a humanitarian." "What am I, man," Selingman retorted, striking himself on the chest, "but a humanitarian? Listen to the wonderful proof it is not a secretary I require; it is a wife!" Maraton was staggered. "Have you told her?" "What is the use?" Selingman growled. "She is yours, body and soul.
My presence here, except on the terms I have stated," he concluded, his voice shaking a little, "would be an unpardonable offence to that country." Monsieur Douaille's somewhat laboured explanation did little to lighten the atmosphere. It was the genius of Herr Selingman which intervened. He leaned back in his chair and he patted his waistcoat thoughtfully.
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