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Fischer?" she asked. There was a moment's silence. Pamela's question had fallen something like a bombshell amongst the little party. It was their guest who replied. "The matter is occupying the attention of the country very largely at the moment, Miss Van Teyl," he said. "It is perhaps unfortunate that Governor Roughton seems to have allowed his sympathies to be so clearly known."
Neville, Brooks, and Van Teyl were the scene of something like pandemonium. Van Teyl himself, bathed in perspiration, rushed into his room for the twentieth time. He almost flung the newspaper man who was waiting for him through the door. "No, we don't know a darned thing," he declared. "We've no special information.
"Probably," he suggested, with a little glance around, "about themselves. We will follow their example. Will you marry me, please, Miss Van Teyl?" "We haven't even come to the ice yet," she sighed, "and you pass from high politics to flagrant personalities. Are you a sensationalist, Mr. Lutchester?" "Not in the least," he protested.
"I can't tell," was the prompt answer, "but I can tell what's going to happen if you don't clear out." The newspaper man took a hurried leave. Van Teyl seized the telephone receiver, only to put it down with a little shout of relief as the door opened and Lutchester entered. "Thank God!" he exclaimed. "Why, I've been ringing you up for an hour and a half."
I mean that you've realised on some of my securities, gambled on your own account with the proceeds, and lost. You did this as regards one stock at least, with a forged transfer, which I hold." Van Teyl looked almost piteously around.
It suited me because I required the shelter of your social position. You understand?" "I always understand," Van Teyl muttered. "Just so. Only, whereas you simply thought me a snob, I had in reality a different and very definite purpose. We come now, however, to your present obligation to me. I can, if I choose, tear up your forged transfer, submit to the loss of my money, and leave you secure.
"Pamela's her own mistress, and she's gone her own way ever since she came of age." "She's got to quit," Fischer pronounced. "That's all there is about it. You and I will have to talk this out. Where are you dining?" "Downstairs," Van Teyl replied gloomily. "I was thinking of waiting for Pamela."
"Mr. Fischer," she exclaimed, "they are saying hard things about our country! Please protect me." He bowed over her fingers. Then he looked up. His tone was impressive. "If I thought that you needed protection, Miss Van Teyl " "Well, I can assure you that I do," she interrupted, laughing. "You know my friends, don't you?"
"Weren't you knocked down by a taxicab," Pamela asked, "outside the hotel?" Nikasti looked from one to the other with an air of gentle surprise. "I have been to my rooms in the servants' quarters," he told them, "on the upper floor. I have not been downstairs at all. I have been unpacking and arranging my own humble belongings." Van Teyl clasped his forehead. "Let me get this!" he exclaimed.
It was obvious that he had studied with nice care the details of his new part. "You can sit down, Nikasti," Fischer invited. "This is the Baron von Schwerin. He has something to say to you." Nikasti bowed very low. He declined the chair, however, to which Fischer pointed. "I am your valet and the valet of Mr. Van Teyl," he murmured. "It is not fitting for me to be seated. I listen."
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