Part 34 (1/2)
Streuss struck the table before which they were standing. The veins in his temples were like whipcord.
”Adolf,” he muttered, ”you talk like a fool! Can't you see what it means? If that doc.u.ment reaches its destination, what do you suppose will happen?”
”They will know our plans, of course,” Kahn answered. ”They will have time to make preparation.”
Streuss laughed bitterly.
”Worse than that!” he exclaimed. ”They are not all fools, these English statesmen, though one would think so to read their speeches.
Can't you see what the result would be if that doc.u.ment reaches Downing Street? War at a moment's notice, war six months too soon!
Don't you know that every s.h.i.+pbuilding yard in Germany is working night and day? Don't you know that every nerve is being strained, that the muscles of the country are hammering the rivets into our new battles.h.i.+ps? There is but one chance for this country, and if her statesmen read that doc.u.ment they will know what it is. It is open to them to destroy the German navy utterly, to render themselves secure against attack.”
”They would never have the courage,” Kahn declared. ”They might make a show of defending themselves if they were attacked, but to take the initiative--no! I do not believe it.”
”There is one man who has wit enough to do it,” Streuss said. ”He may not be in the Cabinet, but he commands it. Kahn, wake up, man!
You and I together have never known what failure means. I tell you that that doc.u.ment is still to be bought or fought for, and we must find it. This morning Mademoiselle drove into the city and called at the offices of a stockbroker within a dozen yards of Crooked Friars' Alley. She was there a long time. The stockbroker himself came out with her into the street, took her to see the entry, stood with her there and returned. What was her interest in him, Kahn?
His name is Laverick. Four days ago he was on the brink of ruin.
To the amazement of every one, he met all his engagements. Why did Mademoiselle go to the city to see him? He was at his office late that Tuesday night. He had a partner who has disappeared.”
Kahn looked at his companion with admiration.
”You have found all this out!” he exclaimed.
”And more,” Streuss declared. ”For twenty-four hours, this man Laverick has not moved without my spies at his heels.”
”Why not approach him boldly?” Kahn suggested. ”If he has the doc.u.ment, let us outbid Mademoiselle Louise, and do it quickly.”
Streuss shook his head.
”You don't know the man. He is an Englishman, and if he had any idea what that doc.u.ment contained, our chances of buying it would be small indeed. This is what I think will happen. Mademoiselle will try to obtain it, and try in vain. Then Bellamy will tell him the truth, and he will part with it willingly. In the meantime, I believe that it is in his possession.
”The evidence is slender enough,” objected Kahn.
”What if it is!” Streuss exclaimed. ”If it is only a hundred to one chance, we have to take it. I have no fancy for disgrace, Adolf, and I know very well what will happen if we go back empty-handed.”
The telephone bell rang. Streuss took off the receiver and held it to his ear. The words which he spoke were few, but when he laid the instrument down there was a certain amount of satisfaction in his face.
”At any rate,” he announced, ”this man Laverick did not part with the doc.u.ment to-day. Mademoiselle Louise and Bellamy have been sitting in the Park for an hour. When they separated, she drove home and dropped him at his club. Up till now, then, they have not the doc.u.ment. We shall see what Mr. Laverick does when he leaves business this evening; if he goes straight home, either the doc.u.ment has never been in his possession, or else it is in the safe in his office; if he goes to Mademoiselle Idiale's--”
”Well?” Kahn asked eagerly.
”If he goes to Mademoiselle Idiale's,” Streuss repeated slowly, ”there is still a chance for us!”
CHAPTER XXIII
LAVERICK AT THE OPERA
Laverick, in presenting his card at the box office at Covent Garden that evening, did so without the slightest misconception of the reasons which had prompted Mademoiselle Idiale to beg him to become her guest. It was sheer curiosity which prompted him to pursue this adventure. He was perfectly convinced that personally he had no interest for her. In some way or other he had become connected in her mind with the murder which had taken place within a few yards of his office, and in some other equally mysterious manner that murder had become a subject of interest to her. Either that, or this was one of the whims of a spoiled and pleasure-surfeited woman.