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Fischer, who had been saying farewell to his guests, turned towards her. "You are not thinking of the trip home yet, Miss Van Teyl?" he asked. "Oh, I don't know," she answered a little evasively. "I'm out of humour with London just now." "Perhaps we shall be fellow-passengers on Thursday?" he ventured. "I am going over on the New York." "I never make plans," she told him. "In any case," Mr.
Some one had been before them. Have you any theories, Miss Van Teyl?" "I can tell you who has," she replied. "Do you remember when we were all grouped around that notice Mefiez-vous! Taisez-vous! Les oreilles ennemies vous ecoutent!?" "Of course I do," he assented. "Do you remember Baron Sunyea making a remark afterwards? He had been standing by and heard everything Graham said."
"A little blunt, are you not, my young friend?" Fischer remarked amiably. "Still, to continue, there is also the matter of that document. I must confess that I exercised all my ingenuity to obtain possession of it on the steamer." "You would!" Van Teyl muttered.
Ever since those days I have wondered about you. I have wondered whether you are with your country in her friendship towards England." "I have no friends but my country's friends," Nikasti declared, "no enemies save her enemies. But to-day those things of which you have spoken do not concern me. I am the Japanese valet of Mr. Fischer and Mr. Van Teyl."
"Listen to you? What the devil have you got to do with it?" Graham demanded. "I hate to remind any one of an obligation," Lutchester answered, "but I am under the impression that, together with Miss Van Teyl, of course, I rescued you from an exceedingly inconvenient situation." "I haven't had time yet to tell you how grateful I am," Graham said awkwardly.
He had held for so long the upper hand with this young man that for the moment he had forgotten that circumstances were changed between them. Van Teyl rose to his feet. The bonds of the last few months had snapped. He spoke like a free man. "Look here, Fischer," he said, "you've had me practically in your power for the best part of a year, but now I'm through with you.
You see, my ball but there, I mustn't bore you now. I must look after my opponent and stand him a drink. We shall meet again, I daresay." Lutchester passed on, and Pamela glanced up at her brother. "Is he a sphinx or a fool?" she whispered. "Don't ask me," Van Teyl replied. "Seems to me you were a bit rough on him, anyway.
"Got well in no time as soon as Miss Van Teyl came along," Holderness declared. "It was a bit dreary down there at first. None of my lot were sent south, and a familiar face means a good deal when you've got your lungs full of that rotten gas and are feeling like nothing on earth. I wonder where that idiot Sandy is.
Fischer one of your typical millionaires, Miss Van Teyl?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders. "We have no typical millionaires," she assured him. "They come from all classes and all States." "Fischer is a Westerner, isn't he?" Pamela nodded, but did not pursue the conversation.
"Telephone down to the office, Nikasti, for a doctor." Nikasti obeyed, and his summons was promptly answered. The doctor who arrived was pleasantly but ominously grave. In the middle of his examination the telephone rang. Fischer, without ceremony, moved to the receiver. It was Van Teyl speaking. "I've sold your hundred thousand Anglo-French," he announced.
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