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I, however, had an inkling on the first night of what was going on, and I was easily able to persuade those in authority to let me play their several parts. You, sir," Peter added, turning to Mr. von Tassen, "you, sir, floored me. You were not an Englishman, and there was no appeal which I could make. I simply had to risk you. I counted upon your not turning up. Unfortunately, you did.
"I have already explained your views," Peter declared, with twinkling eyes. "Mr. van Jool was delighted." Mr. von Tassen shook with laughter. "Say," he exclaimed, "this is a great story! If you're ready, Baron de Grost, lead the way to where we can get a whisky and soda and a chat." Mademoiselle Celaire came gliding out to them. "I am not going to be left here," she whispered, taking Peter's arm.
Around the table every head was craned towards the centre of the disturbance. It was Peter again who spoke. "Let me suggest, Andrea Korust," he said, "that you send your guests those who are not immediately interested in this affair into the next room. I will offer Mr. von Tassen then the explanation to which he is entitled." Andrea Korust staggered to his feet. The man's nerve had failed.
Fortunately, you are the last guest. This is the seventh supper." Mr. Von Tassen glanced around at the three men and made up his mind. "What do you call yourself?" he asked Peter. "The Baron de Grost," Peter replied. "Then, my friend the Baron de Grost," Von Tassen said, "I think that you and I had better get out of this. So I was to talk about Germany with Mr. Van Jool, eh?"
To-night is a proof that they exist." "Get on to facts, sir!" the American admonished. "Before you leave this room, you've got to explain to me what you mean by passing yourself off as Thomas von Tassen." Peter bowed. "With much pleasure, Mr. von Tassen," he declared. "For your information, I might tell you that you are not the only person in whose guise I have figured.
Whenever I took to myself a strange personality I found him there, equally good as to detail, and with his subject always at his finger tips. We settled that little matter of the canal, didn't we?" Peter remarked, cheerfully, laying his hand upon the shoulder of the young man. They stared at him, those two white-faced brothers, like tiger-cats about to spring. Mr. Von Tassen was getting impatient.
I, however, had an inkling on the first night of what was going on, and I was easily able to persuade those in authority to let me play their several parts. You, sir," Peter added, turning to Mr. Von Tassen, "you, sir, floored me. You were not an Englishman, and there was no appeal which I could make. I simply had to risk you. I counted upon your not turning up. Unfortunately, you did.
A servant, obeying his master's gesture, pulled back the curtains after the departing crowd. The four men were alone. "Mr. von Tassen," Peter said easily, "you are a man who loves adventures. To-night you experience a new sort of one. Over in your great country such methods as these are laughed at as the cheap device of sensation-mongers. Nevertheless, they exist.
Fortunately, you are the last guest. This is the seventh supper." Mr. von Tassen glanced around at the three men and made up his mind. "What do you call yourself?" he asked Peter. "The Baron de Grost," Peter replied. "Then, my friend the Baron de Grost," von Tassen said, "I think that you and I had better get out of this. So I was to talk about Germany with Mr. van Jool, eh?"
An apologetic and much disturbed butler made the announcement which had evidently been demanded of him. "Mr. Von Tassen!" A silence followed breathless the silence before the bursting of the storm. Mr.
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