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"You have no part in the conduct of this matter. You are simply a witness." Josef bowed low in meekness. Without deigning a reply to the old fellow, Sobieska spoke next in fairly good English to the Cockney. "What is your nation birthplace?" "England; Whitechapel, London," replied Carrick with natural taciturnity. "Where did you get that?" continued the Minister, pointing to the medal.
"If I have to ask Posner at the inn, it will go hard with you, Johann." "He does not know; we did not drink at Posner's." "That is certainly a clever imitation of my writing," said Carter, who had been carefully studying the characters on the envelope. Sobieska looked up. "You do not believe me capable of communicating with your enemies!"
In any event we must get a new messenger." "Tell me," said the curious Carter, "how came you to suspect Josef, as you read the letter Johann had with him?" Sobieska smiled indulgently. "A man of your varied metropolitan experience would scarcely write a letter as he would a thesis for a University degree.
It might be of some significance to note that both Josef and Sobieska displayed a covert interest in this hesitation in the usually downright Chancellor. "I am so glad," she said as she stepped from the dais to greet him. There was a generous simplicity of movement somewhat at variance with the haughty poise of her head.
"I am no quitter." Carter's jaws set grim and hard. Then catching an elusive humor in the fact that, even as one who might become unfriendly to him, he should have to accompany this man to Paris, he smiled. So did Sobieska and a cordial understanding was reëstablished. Paris was reached.
"Don't you think," he suggested confidently, "that Johann should produce the incriminating document. I think it will turn out to be a certain message to one Henry Jarvis, Broker, William Street, New York." He came forward to stand beside Sobieska at the table, as Johann took out a bulky envelope from a dispatch box and placed it before the Minister. Trusia, too, had drawn near.
To the farm labourer's utter astonishment the cauldron gave a shrill whistle and moved backwards with its wagons. Yes, there it was! Had not the Galician harvesters told him of an engine that went by itself? Had they not drunk through his money with which he was to buy boots? 'To be sure, they told me true, it goes by itself; but it creeps like old Sobieska, he added, to comfort himself.
He was partly up now, leaning forward on his elbow, his white face gleaming through the dusk. The green shade of the lamp accentuated his pallor. "It is signed 'Sobieska," she replied, after turning to the subscription. "Oh," he said in evident disappointment, and sank back on the pillow.
"I watched. He appeared to have forgotten our existence." "He is a clever man, that Vladimar," said Sobieska grudgingly. "He has not forgotten. Perhaps he is so sure of finding you when he wants to that he is not giving himself any trouble. Fortunately we leave to-morrow morning and will give him the slip, for all his cleverness."
He appealed to the girl, whose white face was staring at the oblong packet lying on the table. "I do not know what to believe," she said as she struggled to keep back the tears. "Open it, Sobieska." The latter complied and scanned the communication.
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