Part 21 (1/2)
”Naturally,” the Prince a.s.sented. ”She is a confidential friend of the Emperor. She has been entrusted for the last two years with all the private dispatches between Vienna and Berlin.”
”In your letters you will find news,” Selingman declared. ”She is p.r.o.nounced suspect. She is under my care at this moment. A report was brought to me half an hour ago that she was here. I came on at once myself. I trust that I am in time?”
The Prince stood quite silent for a moment.
”Fortunately,” he answered coolly, ”I have told her nothing.”
CHAPTER XVIII
As Norgate entered the premises of Selingman, Horsfal and Company a little later on the same morning he looked around him in some surprise.
He had expected to find a deserted warehouse--probably only an office. He saw instead all the evidences of a thriving and prosperous business.
Drays were coming and going from the busy door. Crates were piled up to the ceiling, clerks with notebooks in their hands pa.s.sed continually back and forth. A small boy in a crowded office accepted his card and disappeared. In a few minutes he led Norgate into a waiting-room and handed him a paper.
”Mr. Selingman is engaged with a buyer for a few moments, sir,” he reported. ”He will see you presently.”
Norgate looked through the windows out into the warehouse. There was no doubt whatever that this was a genuine and considerable trading concern.
Presently the door of the inner office opened, and he heard Mr.
Selingman's hearty tones.
”You have done well for yourself and well for your firm, sir,” he was saying. ”There is no one in Germany or in the world who can produce crockery at the price we do. They will give you a confirmation of the order in the office. Ah! my young friend,” he went on, turning to Norgate, ”you have kept your word, then. You are not a customer, but you may walk in. I shall make no money out of you, but we will talk together.”
Norgate pa.s.sed on into a comfortably furnished office, a little redolent of cigar smoke. Selingman bit off the end of a cigar and pushed the box towards his visitor.
”Try one of these,” he invited. ”German made, but Havana tobacco--mild as milk.”
”Thank you,” Norgate answered. ”I don't smoke cigars in the morning. I'll have a cigarette, if I may.”
”As you will. What do you think of us now that you have found your way here?”
”Your business seems to be genuine enough, at all events,” Norgate observed.
”Genuine? Of course it is!” Selingman declared emphatically. ”Do you think I should be fool enough to be connected with a bogus affair? My father and my grandfather before me were manufacturers of crockery. I can a.s.sure you that I am a very energetic and a very successful business man.
If I have interests in greater things, those interests have developed naturally, side by side with my commercial success. When I say that I am a German, that to me means more, much more, than if I were to declare myself a native of any other country in the world. Sit opposite to me there. I have a quarter of an hour to spare. I can show you, if you will, over a thousand designs of various articles. I can show you orders--genuine orders, mind--from some of your big wholesale houses, which would astonish you. Or, if you prefer it, we can talk of affairs from another point of view. What do you say?”
”My interest in your crockery,” Norgate announced, ”is non-existent. I have come to hear your offer. I have decided to retire--temporarily, at any rate--from the Diplomatic Service. I understand that I am in disgrace, and I resent it. I resent having had to leave Berlin except at my own choice. I am looking for a job in some other walk of life.”
Selingman nodded approvingly.
”Forgive me,” he said, ”but it is true, then, that you are in some way dependent upon your profession?”
”I am not a pauper outside it,” Norgate replied, ”but that is not the sole question. I need work, an interest in life, something to think about. I must either find something to do, or I shall go to Abyssinia. I should prefer an occupation here.”
”I can help you,” Selingman said slowly, ”if you are a young man of common sense. I can put you in the way of earning, if you will, a thousand pounds a year and your travelling expenses, without interfering very much with your present mode of life.”
”Selling crockery?”
Selingman flicked the ash from the end of his cigar. He shook his head good-naturedly.