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Updated: May 13, 2025
With a final wave of his hand, Wertheimer grasped the starting-lever. Its brool deepening, the Parrott stirred, shot forward abruptly. In two seconds it was fifty yards distant, its silhouette already blurred, its wheels lifting from the rim of the hollow. Then lightly it leaped, soared, parted the mists, vanished....
Wertheimer laughed. "You see, old soul, we admire you no end, and we're determined to save your life. Karslake's too. An honour legitimately earned by your pernicious collaboration in the Vassilyevski bust. Karslake's already taken care of, but you're still in the limelight, and that makes you a public nuisance.
Bannon will never cross the Atlantic again, and you can do pretty much as you like, within reason subject to my approval, that is." "One of us is mad," Lanyard commented profoundly. "One of us is blind to his best interests," Wertheimer amended with entire good-humour. "Perhaps... Let it go at that. I'm not interested never did care for fairy tales." "Don't go yet.
"That same," the prisoner affirmed, adding with a grimace of besmirched and emaciated features that was meant for a smile "General Wertheimer." "Wertheimer is not my name." "I am aware of that.
"Then," Lanyard demanded gravely, "if that's your viewpoint, if you're decent enough to see it that way what the devil are you doing in that galley?" "Mischief makes strange bed-fellows, you'll admit. And if you think that a fair question what are you doing here, with me?" "Same excuse as before trying to find out what your game is." Wertheimer eyed the ceiling with an intimate grin.
He took his leave shortly after that; and Monsieur Duchemin settled down in the chair which his guest had quitted to grapple with his problem: where under Heaven to go? After a wasted while, he picked up in abstraction the book which Wertheimer had been reading and wondered if, by any chance, he had left it there on purpose, so strong seemed the hint.
But the telephone rattled and Frankl heard these words at the receiver: "Wire to hand from Wertheimer: Austrian Abgeordneten-haus passed a Resolution at noon virtually expelling Jewish Race...." When Frankl turned again he had already resolved to possess Westring Vale, and was saying to himself: "Within six months the value of English land should be doubled".
Of even date, from Antwerp, it read: "Underworld Paris Greggs arrested today boarding steamer for America after desperate struggle killed himself immediately afterward poison no confession Q-2." "Underworld?" Lanyard queried blankly. "Our telegraphic address, of course. 'Q-2' is our chief factor in Antwerp." "So they got Greggs!" "Stupid oaf," Wertheimer observed; "I've no sympathy for him.
Do you expect me to accept you as leading spirits of a gigantic criminal system you, Popinot, who live by standing between the police and your murderous rats of Belleville, or you, Wertheimer, sneak-thief and black-mailer of timid women, or you, De Morbihan, because you eke out your income by showing a handful of second-storey men where to seek plunder in the homes of your friends!"
Called on Mr Rothschild at New Court; solicited him to speak with Wertheimer the printer to take N. N.'s son as apprentice. 2.30. Attended Board of Gas till nearly 5. A special meeting of Directors summoned for next Thursday to receive the report of the special committee."
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