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"Fleming shall go, and I'll stay. Yes, I'll stay here, and do Wallstein's work." He was still mechanically watching Krool attend to the sick man, and he was suddenly conscious of an arrest of all motion in the half-caste's lithe frame. Then Krool turned, and their eyes met. Had he drawn Krool's eyes to his the master-mind influencing the subservient intelligence?
The papers say you have a political mind the statesman's intelligence, the Times said. That letter you wrote, that speech you made at the Chamber of Commerce dinner " She watched him, dreading what his answer might be. There was silence for a moment, then he answered: "Fleming is going to South Africa, not myself. I stay here to do Wallstein's work.
"Perhaps it's only a slight heart-attack, but it's best to be on the safe side." "Anyhow, it shows that Wallstein needs to let up for a while," whispered Fleming. "It means that some one must do Wallstein's work here," said Barry Whalen. "It means that Byng stays in London," he added, as Krool entered the room again with a rug to cover Wallstein.
"Useful person, eh?" he said, meaningly, in an undertone to Barry Whalen. "I don't think he's at home in England," rejoined Barry, as meaningly and very stubbornly: "He won't like your not going to South Africa." "Am I not going to South Africa?" Byng asked, mechanically, and looking reflectively at Krool. "Wallstein's a sick man, Byng. You can't leave London.
Stafford suddenly stooped and whispered a word in Wallstein's ear, and then said: "Gentlemen, if you will allow me, I should like a few words with Krool before Mr. Byng comes. I think perhaps Krool will see the best course to pursue when we have talked together. In one sense it is none of my business, in another sense it is everybody's business. A few minutes, if you please, gentlemen."
So it'll be Cape to Cairo in good time, dear lad, and no damnation, if you please.... Why, what's got into you? And again, what have you come to see me about, anyhow? You knew we were to meet at dinner at Wallstein's to-night. Is there anything that's skulking at our heels to hurt us?" The scowl on Barry Whalen's dissipated face cleared a little.
Wallstein's eye was an eye of kindness, save in the vision of business; then it saw without emotion to the advantage of the country where he had made his money, and to the perpetual advantage of England, to whom he gave an honourable and philanthropic citizenship.
They had a wholesome fear of him in more senses than one, because, during the past few years, while Wallstein's health was bad, Byng's position had become more powerful financially, and he could ruin any one of them, if he chose. A man like Byng in "going large" might do the Samson business.
So it was that, with the marrow-bones thrown to him, De Lancy Scovel came to a point where he could follow Wallstein's and Rhodes' lead financially, being privy to their plans, through eavesdropping on the conferences of his chiefs.
Probably only Fleming the Scotsman another of the Partners with a somewhat dour exterior, an indomitable will, and a caution which compelled him to make good every step of the way before him, and so cultivate a long sight financially and politically, understood how extraordinary Wallstein's work had been only Fleming, and Rudyard Byng, who knew better than any and all.
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