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I had the most excellent references from the Prince of Strelitz. No doubt they were forged. My own man was taken ill just before I left, and I had to bring some one." "My dear Sogrange," Lord Clenarvon said, "don't think of it. What we must be thankful for is that we had so brilliant a detective in the house." "As John Dory?" Sogrange remarked, with a smile. Lord Clenarvon nodded.
The clerk assured me that no train had yet reached Calais." "They had reason in what they told you," Sogrange remarked, as he leaned back in a chair and sipped the coffee which had been waiting for him in the Baron de Grost's study. "The train itself never got more than a mile away from the Gare du Nord. The engine-driver was shot through the head, and the metals were torn from the way.
"I, on the other hand," Sogrange put in, "demand the arrest of the Count von Hern and the seizure of all papers in this house. I am the bearer of an autograph letter from the President of France in connection with this matter. The Count von Hern has committed extraditable offenses against my country. I am prepared to swear an information to that effect." The police commissioner turned to Peter.
Bernadine only partly avoided it by thrusting out his arms. The neck caught his forehead and the blood came streaming over his tie and collar. Peter had followed the decanter with a sudden spring. His fingers were upon Bernadine's throat and he thrust his head back. Sogrange sprang to the door to lock it, but he was too late. The room seemed full of men-servants.
Sogrange laughed scornfully. "Trick!" he exclaimed. "Philip Burr, you are unworthy of your position. I am the Marquis de Sogrange, and my friend here is the Baron de Grost." Mr. Philip Burr had no words. His cigar had dropped on to the carpet. He was simply staring.
Sogrange was lying upon a couch, in a silk smoking suit, with a French novel in his hand and an air of contentment which was almost fatuous. He laid down the volume at Peter's entrance. "Dear Baron," he murmured, "why this haste? No one is ever in a hurry upon a steamer.
"It has been my misfortune, Marquis," he said, "never to have made your acquaintance, although our mutual friends are many, and I think I may say that I have the right to claim a certain amount of consideration from you and your associates. You know me?" "Certainly, Prince," Sogrange replied. "I am charmed. Permit me to present my friend, the Baron de Grost."
Spain, at heart, is monarchial. She will be led back to the light. It is but a short step from the president's chair to the throne." Sogrange and his companion sat quite still. They avoided looking at each other. "There is one thing more," the Prince continued, dropping his voice, as if, even at that distance, he feared the man of whom he spoke.
Two millions of money have been spent to corrupt that very class which should be the backbone of France. Through the fingers of one man has come this shower of gold, one man alone has stood at the head of the great organization which has disseminated this loathsome disease. Behind him well, we know." "The man?" "It is fitting that you should ask that question," Sogrange replied.
You think of everything." The door was suddenly opened. Bernadine stood upon the threshold and behind him several of the servants. "You will oblige me by stepping back into the study, my friends," he ordered. "With great pleasure," Sogrange answered with alacrity. "We have no fancy for this room, I can assure you."
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