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Are these of no importance to you?" "Madame," Sogrange answered, simply, "for such information, if it were genuine, it would be hard to mention a price which we should not be prepared to pay." The car came to a sudden standstill. The first impression of the two men was that the Baroness had exaggerated the loneliness and desolation of the place.
"Is that necessary?" he asked. "I fear that it is," Sogrange replied. "We had a brief meeting of the executive council last night, and it was decided, for certain reasons, to entrust this task into no other hands. You will smile when I tell you that these accursed pamphlets have found their way into the possession of many of the rank and file of our own order.
She wore a wonderful grey gown which seemed to be made in a single piece, a gown which fitted her tightly, and yet gave her the curious appearance of a woman walking without the burden of clothes. Sogrange, Parisian to the finger-tips, watched her with admiring approval. She laid her fingers upon his arm, although it was towards Peter that her eyes travelled.
In the meantime, you will understand our haste." There were a few more civilities and the representatives of the Press took their departure. Peter looked at his companion doubtfully, as Sogrange returned from showing them out. "I suppose this means that we have to catch to-day's steamer, after all?" he remarked. "Not necessarily," Sogrange answered. "I have a plan.
"Your friend's name?" he demanded. "The Marquis de Sogrange," Peter told him. "He is a person of authority?" "To my certain knowledge," Peter replied, "he has the implicit confidence of the French Government." Sir John Dory made a sign. In another moment Bernadine would have been arrested. It seemed, indeed, as though nothing could save him now from this crowning humiliation.
He himself, white and furious, was at a loss how to deal with an unexpected situation. Suddenly a thing happened stranger than any one of them there had ever dreamed of, so strange that even men such as Peter, Sogrange and Dory, whose nerves were of iron, faced one another, doubting and amazed. The floor beneath them rocked and billowed like the waves of a canvas sea.
Our week's holiday is gone." "Not at all," Sogrange replied. "I have an idea." The telephone bell rang. Peter took up the receiver and listened for a moment. He turned to Sogrange, still holding it in his hand. "You will be pleased, also, to hear," he announced, "that there are half a dozen reporters downstairs waiting to interview us." Sogrange received the information with interest.
Besides, I think he recognizes that Monsieur Guillot is rather a hard nut for the ordinary English detective to crack." "And you?" she demanded, breathlessly. "I join forces with Dory," Peter admitted. "Sogrange agrees with me. Guillot was associated with the Double-Four too long for us to have him make scandalous history either here or in Paris." "You have seen him?"
"If this is really the position of affairs, the matter is much more serious than the newspapers would have us believe." "The newspapers," Sogrange muttered, "ignore what lies behind. Some of them, I think, are paid to do it. As for the rest, our Press had always an ostrich-like tendency. The Frenchman of the café does not buy his journal to be made sad."
The Marquis de Sogrange arrived in Berkeley Square with the grey dawn of an October morning, showing in his appearance and dress few enough signs of his night journey. Yet he had travelled without stopping from Paris by fast motor car and the mail boat. "They telephoned me from Charing Cross," Peter said, "that you could not possibly arrive until midday.
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