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Bring it here," he said, quietly, but with suppressed passion. "Don't be crazy, Whalen," said Wallstein, but with no great force, for he would richly have enjoyed seeing the spy and traitor under the whip. Stafford regarded the scene with detached, yet deep and melancholy interest.
"You betrayed England and her secrets, and yet you think that the English law would protect you against this," said Barry Whalen, harshly, handling the sjambok. "What I betray?" Krool asked again. "What I tell?" With great deliberation Wallstein explained. "Where proof?" Krool asked, doggedly.
Wallstein was short and stout, with a big blue eye and an unwrinkled forehead; prematurely aged from lack of exercise and the exciting air of the high veld; from planning and scheming while others slept; from an inherent physical weakness due to the fact that he was one of twin sons, to his brother being given great physical strength, to himself a powerful brain for finance and a frail if ample body.
But Al'mah mustn't come here any more, for her own sake.... I'd find it hard to explain if ever, by any chance " He fell to thinking of Jasmine, and looked at the clock. It was only ten, and he would not see Jasmine till six; but if he had gone to South Africa he would not have seen her at all! Fate and Wallstein had been kind.
There was a strange silence, in which Stafford could feel Krool's soul struggling in the dark, as it were a struggle as of black spirits in the grey dawn. "I wait the Baas speak," Krool said at last, with a shiver. There was no time for Stafford to answer. Wallstein entered the room hurriedly. "Byng has come.
"One minute. There's something more." Turning to Wallstein, he said, "If Krool consents to leave England at once for South Africa, let him go. Is it agreed? He must either be dealt with adequately, or get out. Is it agreed?" "I do what I like," said Krool, with a snarl, in which his teeth showed glassily against his drawn lips. "No one make me do what I not want."
"We warned Byng years ago," interposed Barry, "but it was no use. And we've paid for it par and premium." "What can be done to Krool?" asked Fleming. "Nothing particular here," said Barry Whalen, ominously. "Let's have the dog in," urged one of the group. "Without Byng's permission?" interjected Wallstein. There was a silence.
In short and abrupt sentences Barry Whalen, with an occasional interjection and explanation from Wallstein, told of the years of leakage in regard to their plans, of moves circumvented by information which could only have been got by treacherous means either in South Africa or in London. "We didn't know for sure which it was," said Barry, "but the proof has come at last.
His large, limpid eye looked little like that belonging to an eagle of finance, as he had been called. "It looked for a while as though they'd be left alone," said Wallstein, leaning heavily on the table, "but I'm not so sure now." He glanced at Barry Whalen significantly, and the latter surveyed the group enigmatically.
"The Baas you have forgotten him," said Wallstein. A look combined of cunning, fear and servility crossed Krool's face, but he said, morosely: "The Baas I will do what I like." There was a singular defiance and meaning in his tone, and the moment seemed critical, for Barry Whalen's face was distorted with fury.
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