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Updated: August 13, 2024
Three days before, immediately on arriving in New York and installing himself in this hotel, to whose management he was well known from other days, he had cabled Eve de Montalais and Wertheimer. The response to the latter a cheerful request that credit be arranged for him by cable was as prompt and satisfactory as he had expected it to be. But from Madame de Montalais he heard nothing.
Ten thousand francs in your pocket before morning, if you like, and freedom to chuck this filthy job of yours " "Please stop there!" Lanyard interrupted hotly. "I was beginning to like you, too... Why persist in reminding me you're intimate with the brute who had Roddy butchered in his sleep?" "Poor devil!" Wertheimer said gently. "That was a sickening business, I admit. But who told you ?"
They kept me in the dark mostly, I flatter myself, because I draw the line at murder. If I had known this you won't believe, of course Roddy would be alive to-day." "I'd like to believe you," Lanyard admitted. "But when you ask me to sign articles with that damned assassin !" "You can't play our game with clean hands," Wertheimer retorted. Lanyard found no answer to that.
I say: I'd give something to know where you ignorant furriners come by this precious pre-War stuff." But without waiting to be denied this information, Mr. Wertheimer continued: "Going on the evidence of your looks and temper, you've been down to Tilbury Docks this afternoon to see Karslake and Sonia off."
Unquestionably the business of blackmailing was despicable enough; and as a master cracksman, of the highest caste of the criminal world, the Lone Wolf had warrantably treated with scorn and contempt the advances of a pariah like Wertheimer.
Besides, I have a bit of news from Antwerp that I guarantee will interest you." "Antwerp?" Lanyard iterated, mystified. "Antwerp, where the ships sail from," Wertheimer laughed: "not Amsterdam, where the diamonds flock together, as you may know." "I don't follow you, I'm afraid." "I shan't elucidate until we're under cover." "All right. Where shall I take you?" "Any quiet cafe will do.
"It isn't the first time you've vouched for me by this style. Remember?" "Well, you've earned as fair title to the name of Duchemin as I ever did to that of Wertheimer." But the smile was fading from the eyes of the man whom England preferred to recognize as André Duchemin. "But where on earth is one to go?" "Don't ask me," the Englishman protested. "And above all, don't tell me.
It was part of the functions of these colonists, we are frankly told by their historiographer, "to serve, even as armed defenders" against the Russians! In no other country on the globe is such a scheme conceivable. His name is Dr. Fritz Wertheimer. His writings are to be found in various periodicals.
Lanyard nodded. "Thanks," he said simply. "I say that in all sincerity," Wertheimer declared. "God knows you're nothing to me, but at least you've played the game like a man; and I won't see you butchered to make an Apache holiday for want of warning." "Bannon's as vindictive as that, you think?" "Holds you in the most poisonous regard, if you ask me. Perhaps you know why: I don't.
And Wertheimer resuming his chair, the two remained for some moments in silence, a silence so doggedly maintained on both sides that Duchemin was presently aware of dull gnawings of curiosity. It occurred to him that his caller should have found plenty to do in his bureau in the War Office....
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