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Van Teyl carefully reconsidered the cable. It certainly seemed to leave no room for misunderstanding. Please engage for our service, as valet, Nikasti. See that he enters on his duties at once. Hope land this evening. Your sister on board sends love. "Well that seems clear enough," the young man muttered, thrusting the form into his waistcoat pocket. "You're here to stay, I guess, Nikasti?
"This is living, at any rate," she declared. "First of all I discover that your Japanese servant is a spy " "Nikasti!" Van Teyl interrupted furiously. "Blast him! I knew that there was something wrong about that fellow, Fischer." Fischer frowned. "What's he been up to?" he inquired.
Coming up town?" "I should like, if I may?" Lutchester said, "to be permitted to pay my respects to your sister." "Why, that's fine!" Van Teyl exclaimed unconvincingly. "We'll take the subway up." They left the office and plunged into the indescribable horrors of their journey.
He had been a sentimentalist once, a willing seeker after things which seemed to have passed him by. At his age, he told himself, a man should still find more than one place in the world. James Van Teyl glanced curiously at the small, dark figure standing patiently before him, and then back again at the wireless cable which he held in his fingers.
"I don't know why, but I have an idea that it is your sister." "By Jove, yes!" the young man assented, stepping forward. "Here we are, Molly, and at last you are going to meet Miss Van Teyl. I've bored Molly stiff, talking about you," he explained, as Pamela held out her hand. The girls, who stood talking together for a moment, presented rather a striking contrast.
I shall do so if you are able to induce your sister to hand over to me those few lines of writing to which, believe me, she has no earthly right and to accept me as a prospective suitor." Van Teyl was drinking steadily now, but every mouthful of food seemed almost to choke him. Red-eyed and defiant, he faced his torturer. "You're talking rot!" he declared.
He was conscious of drinking it, vaguely conscious that he was winning. Soon the office had regained its ordinary appearance, his pulse was beating more regularly. He had once more the feeling of living of living, though in a minor key. "A touch of liver," he murmured. "What did you say about the markets?" "You look pretty rotten," Van Teyl remarked sympathetically.
I can obtain credit by cable to-morrow through any bank for twenty or thirty thousand pounds." "You want to buy Anglo-French?" Van Teyl repeated softly. His visitor nodded. "Any news?" Lutchester hesitated, and Van Teyl continued with an apologetic gesture. "I beg your pardon. That's not my job, anyway, to ask questions. I'll buy you twenty-five thousand, if you like.
"Sorry," Lutchester replied, "I was down at the barber's the first time you got through, and then I had some cables to send off." "Look here," Van Teyl continued, gripping him by the shoulder, "is six hundred and forty thousand dollars, or thereabouts, profit enough for you on your Anglo-French?"
Jimmy, if you fail at that telephone I'll never forgive you." But Van Teyl, who had caught the little motion of his sister's head towards the city, proved equal to the occasion. He returned presently, driving the car. "Got to go," he announced as he made his farewells. "Can't be helped, Pamela. Frightfully sorry, Mrs. Saunders, we are wanted up in New York." Pamela sighed.
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