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Nikasti stood suddenly to attention. "It is Mr. Van Teyl who returns," he warned them. He glided from the room, shaking out a little the dress coat which he had been carrying. The two men looked after him. Fischer threw his cigar savagely away and lit another. "Curse these orientals!" he muttered. "They listen and listen, and one never knows. Van Teyl won't be here for hours.
"Meanwhile," Van Teyl observed, putting his paper away, "we are neglecting our dinner. Nothing like a good dose of sensationalism for giving us an appetite." Fischer was watching his glass being filled with champagne. He seized it by the stem. His eyes for a moment travelled upwards. "I am an American citizen," he said, with a strange fervour in his tone, "but for the moment I am called back.
Sorry, Ned, I'm busy," he went on, to a man who tried to catch his arm. "See you later, Fred. I'll be in after lunch, Mr. Borrodaile. No, nothing fresh that I know of." Fischer smiled grimly. "Got you into a kind of hornets' nest, eh?" he observed. "It's been like this all the morning," Van Teyl told him. "They believe I know something. Even the newspaper men are tumbling to it.
Lutchester," Pamela sighed. "He helped me in London on the night I sailed in fact, he was very useful indeed but why he invented that story about Nikasti, brought a dummy pocketbook into the room and helped us out of all our troubles, unless it was by sheer and brilliant instinct, I cannot imagine." "Let me get on to this," Van Teyl said. "Even the pocketbook was a fake, then?" She nodded.
"You'll have to provide us with about a couple of million dollars," Van Teyl replied, "and I should think you would pretty well break Fischer for a time. Frankly, he's an important client, and we don't want him broken, even temporarily." "What do you want me to do, then?" "Give us authority to sell," Van Teyl begged. "Can't you hear them yapping about in the office outside?
"You leave word to have your people let you know directly she arrives," Fischer advised, "and come along with me." Van Teyl allowed himself to be led towards the door. Nikasti, with a due sense of his new duties, glided past them, rang for the lift, and watched them descend. Fischer turned at once towards the dining room.
"I know her sufficiently," Fischer went on, leaning over the table, "to believe that she would sacrifice a great deal to save her brother from Sing Sing." Van Teyl took the thrust badly. He started as though he had been stabbed, and his face became almost ghastly in its pallor. He tossed off a glass of wine hastily. "Just what do you mean by that?" he asked thickly.
"Remember that, after all, women are only dabblers in diplomacy. Their very physique prevents them from playing the final game. You have brains, of course, but there are other things experience, courage, resource. You would be a wonderful helpmate, Miss Van Teyl, even if your individual and unaided efforts have not been entirely successful." She sighed.
Van Teyl I have a letter to him from a pal in town Dicky Green. It was to present it that I found my way up here this evening. I was told that he might put me in the way of a little golf during my spare time over here." He produced the note and laid it upon the table. Pamela glanced at it and then at Lutchester. He was carefully dressed in dinner clothes, black tie and white waistcoat.
Van Teyl has finished dressing." Van Teyl, as he hastened forward to meet his friend, presented at first sight a very good type of the well-groomed, athletic young American. He was over six feet tall, with smooth, dark hair brushed back from his forehead, a strong, clean-shaven face and good features.
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