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We have our hobbies, and we indulge in them. Monsieur the Marquis de Sogrange here is a great sportsman. Monsieur le Comte owns many racehorses. I myself am an authority on pictures, and own a collection which I have bequeathed to the State.
I am, unfortunately," she added, with a little sigh, "very, very poor, but it is my hope that you may find the papers of which I have spoken to you valuable." Sogrange smiled faintly. Peter and he could scarcely forbear to exchange a single glance. The woman's candour was almost brutal. She read their thoughts. "We ascend the hill," she continued. "We draw now very near to the end of our journey.
"The Baroness who?" Peter demanded. "The Baroness von Ratten. You must have heard of her she is the friend of Bernadine." The two men had been out to lunch at the Ritz with Violet, and had walked across the Park home. Sogrange had been drawing on his gloves in the act of starting out for a call at the Embassy. "Does your wife know this woman?" he asked. Peter shook his head.
"He is a great friend of yours the Marquis de Sogrange?" she asked, with a certain inflection in her tone which Peter was not slow to notice. "Indeed no!" he answered. "A few years ago I was frequently in Paris. I made his acquaintance then, but we have met very seldom since." "You are not traveling together, then?" "By no means. I recognized him only as he boarded the steamer at Cherbourg."
In the bright sunlight the Duchesse burst into a peal of hysterical laughter. Even Peter felt, for a moment, unnerved. Suddenly he, too, laughed. "I think," he said, "that you and I had better get out of the way, Sogrange, when the Count von Hern meets us at New York!" Sogrange and Peter, Baron de Grost, standing upon the threshold of their hotel, gazed out upon New York and liked the look of it.
"I claim my rights as a corresponding member of the Double-Four," the newcomer declared. "My friend the Count von Hern finds menace to certain plans of ours in your presence upon this steamer. Unknown to him, I come to you openly. I claim your aid, not your enmity." "Let us understand one another clearly," Sogrange said. "You claim our aid in what?" Mr.
He, at his own expense, would raise the Maine. If it were true that the explosion occurred from outside, he would find the money. You see, the message has arrived. After all these years the sea has given up its secret. Marsine will return to Spain with an unlimited credit behind him. The House of Brangaza will crumble up like a pack of cards." Sogrange looked out into the darkness.
He could not even control his voice. "It was some German or Belgian nobleman," he faltered. "He brought us excellent letters, and he made a large contribution. It was the Count von Hern." The anger of Sogrange seemed suddenly to fade away. He threw himself into a chair by the side of his companion. "My dear Baron," he exclaimed, "Bernadine has scored, indeed!
"Your confidence," Peter Ruff continued, "the confidence with which you have honored me, inspires me to make you one request. I am here, indeed, as a friend of the family. You will not ask me to help in any designs you may have against the Clenarvon jewels?" Sogrange leaned back in his chair and laughed softly.
They passed from the streets to the restaurants, from the restaurants to the theatre, out into the streets again, back to the restaurants, and once more into the streets. Sogrange was like a glutton. The mention of bed was hateful to him. For three days they existed without a moment's boredom. On the fourth evening, Peter found Sogrange deep in conversation with the head porter.
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