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That makes you nearly forty, and that's next door to second childhood, Man!" the Englishman declared solemnly "you're superannuated." "I know; and so long as I feel my years, even you can abuse me with impunity." But Wertheimer would not hear him. "Odd," he mused, "I never thought of it before, that you were growing old.
The former was irresistibly drawn to revisit the country; the latter recalled his impressions in some of his noblest verse. Welschinger: La censure sous le premier empire. Wertheimer: Die Heirat der Erzherzogin Marie Louise mit Napoleon I. Montbel: Le duc de Reichstadt.
And now he was becoming sensitive to a personality uncommonly insinuating: Wertheimer was displaying all the poise of an Englishman of the better caste More than anybody in the underworld that Lanyard had ever known this blackmailer had an air of one acquainted with his own respect.
There's something more than simple treachery in this, Mr. Wertheimer." "Perhaps you're right," said the other thoughtfully. "And it doesn't speak well for the discipline of your precious organization granting, for the sake of the argument, the possibility of such nonsense." "Well, well, have your own way about that. I don't insist, so long as you agree to join forces with me."
It was plain that they had supped merrily; the girl seemed in the gayest humour, Wertheimer a bit exhilarated, De Morbihan much amused; even Bannon bearing heavily on the Frenchman's arm was chuckling contentedly.
"This man is tall and slender." "Wertheimer, possibly. Does he suggest an Englishman, any way?" "Not in the least. He wears a moustache blond twisted up like the Kaiser's." Lanyard made no reply; but his heart sank, and he shivered imperceptibly with foreboding. He entertained no doubt but that the worst had happened, that to the number of his enemies in Paris was added Ekstrom.
The first was Wertheimer; and at sight of his rather striking figure, decked out in evening apparel from Conduit street and Bond, Lanyard slackened speed. Turning as he alighted, the Englishman offered his hand to a young woman. She jumped down to the sidewalk in radiant attire and a laughing temper.
"I've taken a suite in the rue Vernet, just back of the Hotel Astoria, where we can be as private as you please, if you've no objection." "None whatever." Wertheimer gave him the number and replaced the window.... His rooms in the rue Vernet proved to be a small ground-floor apartment with private entrance to the street. "Took the tip from you," he told Lanyard as he unlocked the door.
To this Wertheimer replied, almost with diffidence: "If you ask me, I don't think you'd find it so jolly pleasant over there, if you mean to cut up nasty at this end." "Then what am I to infer? If you're afraid to lay an information against me and it wouldn't be wise, I admit you'll merely cause me to be assassinated, eh?"
Lanyard looked up into his face, stared, and fell back a pace. "Wertheimer!" he gasped. The Englishman smiled cheerfully in response to Lanyard's cry of astonishment. "In effect," he observed, stripping off his gauntlets, "you're right, Mr. Lanyard. 'Wertheimer' isn't my name, but it is so closely identified with my ah insinuative personality as to warrant the misapprehension.
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