Part 7 (1/2)

She shuddered a little. I stared at her.

”I think you are mistaken,” said Alexis, gruffly.

She shook her head.

”Come, let us finish dinner quickly and I will take you both to my flat and sing to you a little.”

Leonora's flat was in Whitehall Court, and of its luxury I need not speak. I must confess to the fact that, sober and timid as is my nature, I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere. Leonora was generous. Her voice was exquisite. I sat on a deep couch of green satin and gazed at a Chinese idol cut in green jade, that stood on a neighbouring table, with all my senses lulled by the charm of her singing. The sense of responsibility fell away from me like severed cords. I became pagan as I lolled there, a creature of sensuous feeling. Sarakoff lay back in a deep chair in the shadow with his eyes fixed on Leonora. We were both in a kind of delicious drowsiness when the opening of the door roused us.

Leonora stopped abruptly. With some difficulty I removed my gaze from the Chinese figure, which had hypnotized me, and looked round resentfully.

Lord Alberan was standing in the doorway. He seemed surprised to find that Leonora had visitors. I could not help marking a slight air of proprietors.h.i.+p in his manner.

”I am afraid I am interrupting,” he said smoothly. He crossed to the piano and leant over Leonora. ”You got my telegram?”

”No,” she replied; ”I did not even know you had returned from France.”

”I came the day before yesterday. I had to go down to Maltby Towers. I came up to town to-day and wired you on the way.”

He straightened himself and turned towards us. Leonora rose and came down the room. We rose.

”Geoffrey,” she said, drawling slightly, ”I want to introduce you to two friends of mine. They will soon be very famous--more famous than you are--because they have discovered a germ that is going to keep us all young.”

Lord Alberan glanced at me and then looked hard at the Russian. A swiftly pa.s.sing surprise shewed that he recognized Sarakoff. Leonora mentioned our names casually, took up a cigarette and dropped into a chair.

”Yes,” she continued, ”these gentlemen have put the germ into the water that supplies Birmingham.” She struck a match and lit the cigarette. I noticed she actually smoked very little, but seemed to like to watch the burning cigarette. ”Do sit down. What are you standing for, Geoffrey?”

Lord Alberan's att.i.tude relaxed. He had evidently decided on his course of action.

”That is very interesting,” he observed, as if he had never seen Sarakoff before. ”A germ that is going to keep us all young. It reminds me of the Arabian Nights. I should like to see it.”

”You've seen it already,” replied Sarakoff, imperturbably.

Lord Alberan's cold eyes looked steadily before him. His mouth tightened.

”Really?”

”You saw it at Charing Cross Station the night before last.”

”At Charing Cross Station?”

I tried to signal to the Russian, but he seemed determined to proceed.

”Yes--you thought I was an anarchist. You saw the contents of my bag.

Six tubes containing a blue-coloured gelatine. Perhaps, Lord Alberan, you remember now.”

”I remember perfectly,” he exclaimed, smiling slightly. ”Yes, I regret my mistake. One has to be careful.”

”Did you think my Alexis was an anarchist?” cried Leonora. ”You are the stupidest of Englishmen.”