Part 14 (1/2)

he added, ”from the days of Cleopatra--ay, and throughout those shadowy days which lie beyond--the diplomats of the world have been powerless when matched against your s.e.x. Rudolph Von Behrling was an honest fellow enough until he looked into your eyes. Mademoiselle, you have gifts which might, perhaps, have driven from his senses a stronger man.”

Louise smiled, but there was no suggestion of mirth in the curl of her lips. Her eyes all the time sought his questioningly. She did not understand.

”You flatter me, Baron,” she murmured.

”No, I do not flatter you, I speak the truth. This plain talking is pleasant enough when the time comes that one may indulge in it.

That time, I think, is now. Rudolph Von Behrling, against my advice, but because he was the Chancellor's nephew, was a.s.sociated with me in a certain enterprise, the nature of which is no secret to you, Mademoiselle, or to Mr. Bellamy here. We followed a man who, by some strange chance, was in possession of a few sheets of foolscap, the contents of which were alike priceless to my country and priceless to yours. The subsequent history of those papers should have been automatic. The first step was fulfilled readily enough.

The man disappeared--the papers were ours. Von Behrling was the man who secured them, and Von Behrling it was who retained them.

If my advice had been followed, I admit frankly that we should have ignored all possible comment and returned with them at once to Vienna. The others thought differently. They ruled that we should come on to London and deposit the packet with our Amba.s.sador here.

In a weak moment I consented. It was your opportunity, Mademoiselle, an opportunity of which you have splendidly availed yourself.”

This time Louise held herself with composure. Bellamy's brain was in a whirl but he remained silent.

”I come to you both,” the Baron continued, ”with my hands open. I come--I make no secret of it--I come to make terms. But first of all I must know whether I am in time. There is one question which I must ask. I address it, sir, to you,” he added, turning to Bellamy. ”Have you yet placed in the hands of your Government the papers which you obtained from Von Behrling?”

Bellamy shook his head.

The Baron drew a long breath of relief. Though he had maintained his savoir faire perfectly, the fingers which for a moment played with his tie, as though to rearrange it, were trembling.

”Well, then, I am in time. Will you see my hand?”

”Mademoiselle and I,” answered Bellamy, ”are at least ready to listen to anything you may have to say.”

”You know quite well,” the Baron continued, ”what it is that I have come to say, yet I want you to remember this. I do not come to bribe you in any ordinary manner. The things which are to come will happen; they must happen, if not this year, next,--if not next year, within half a decade of years. History is an absolute science. The future as well as the past can be read by those who know the signs.

The thing which has been resolved upon is certain. The knowledge of the contents of those papers by your Government might delay the final catastrophe for a short while; it could do no more. In the long run, it would be better for your country, Mr. Bellamy, in every way, that the end come soon. Therefore, I ask you to perform no traitorous deed. I ask you to do that which is simply reasonable for all of us, which is, indeed, for the advantage of all of us.

restore those papers to me instead of handing them to your Government, and I will pay you for them the sum of one hundred thousand pounds!”

”One hundred thousand pounds,” Bellamy repeated.

”One hundred thousand pounds!” murmured Louise.

There was a brief, intense pause. Louise waited, warned by the expression in Bellamy's face. Silence, she felt, was safest, and it was Bellamy who spoke.

”Baron,” said he, ”your visit and your proposal are both a little amazing. Forgive me if I speak alone with Mademoiselle for a moment.”

”Most certainly,” the Baron agreed. ”I go away and leave you--out of the room, if you will.”

”It is not necessary,” Bellamy replied. ”Louise!” The Baron withdrew to the window, and Bellamy led Louise into the furthest corner of the room.

”What can it mean?” he whispered. ”What do you suppose has happened?”

”I cannot imagine. My brain is in a whirl.”

”If they have not got the pocket-book,” Bellamy muttered, ”it must have gone with Von Behrling to the Mortuary. If so, there is a chance. Louise, say nothing; leave this to me.”

”As you will,” she a.s.sented. ”I have no wish to interfere. I only hope that he does not ask me any questions.”

They came once more into the middle of the room, and the Baron turned to meet them.