Part 16 (1/2)
”The door is locked!” I cried, sharply.
”Exactly,” he murmured, blandly; ”the door is locked.”
I walked across the room again, and, throwing back my cloak from my shoulders, sank upon a lounge, while he seated himself opposite me, and, with his hands again spread out upon his knees, watched and waited for me to speak; but I would not, and presently he broke the silence.
”I caught sight of that trinket when it dropped,” he said, smoothly, ”and it seemed to me that I have seen it once before in the possession of my master, his Excellency Hun Sun.”
”Well?” I demanded, spitefully, for it was bitter to see my victory dwindling to failure, to know that I had been frustrated, and my boast to Monsieur Roche was idle.
”Well, what then?”
”That being so, I ask to examine it more closely.”
”And if I refuse, your Excellency,” I sneered. ”Even the Chinese, I presume, do not use force to a woman.”
”Even the French,” he answered, ”do not, I presume, permit barefaced theft.”
”I tell you the trinket is mine, and that should be sufficient. If you knew me you dare not doubt my word.”
”You are but a grudging courtier of your own charms,” he answered, with a ceremonious bow. ”Who could once see Madame Lerestelle and ever forget her?”
I placed the seal upon a Moorish stool by my side, and he nodded approvingly.
”Let us consider the matter from a diplomatic point of view, your Excellency.”
”I have the most profound respect for diplomacy, madame, for I am ignorant even of its rudiments.”
The idea that first came to me when Monsieur Roche recounted the incident had grown in my mind until it became fixed as the truth. I determined to force this bland heathen into submission, or at least acquiescence.
”Ling Wen.”
”Madame.”
I leaned impressively towards him and sank my voice to a whisper.
”Why did you remove Hun Sun?”
Only a slight in-drawing of the lips followed my question, a twitch for the fraction of a second pa.s.sed over his expressionless features.
”You are aware, then, that his Excellency is dead?”
”Yes. Why did you murder him?”
”This is childish, madame, and outside the point at issue.”
”Neither the one nor the other, Ling Wen, for because I know this you are going to hand me that seal and conduct me to my carriage.”
”You will be pleased to prove it, madame.”
”Undoubtedly. Hun Sun was sent with a message to be delivered by word of mouth to France. A message that dare not be written.”