Part 27 (2/2)
Selingman's eyes as though by accident fell upon the roses and the note.
”Ah, well,” she murmured, ”go on.”
”It is wonderful,” Selingman proceeded, ”to be able to tell the truth. I speak to you as one comrade to another. This young man was your companion at the Cafe de Berlin. For the indiscretion of behaving like a bull-headed but courageous young Englishman, he is practically dismissed from the Service. He comes back smarting with the injustice of it. Chance brings him in my way. I proceed to do my best to make use of this opportunity.”
”So like you, dear Herr Selingman!” Anna murmured.
Selingman beamed.
”Ever gracious, dear lady. Well, to continue, then. Here I find a young Englishman of exactly the order and position likely to be useful to us. I approach him frankly. He has been humiliated by the country he was willing to serve. I talk to him of that country. 'You are English, of course,' I remind him, 'but what manner of an England is it to-day which claims you?' It is a very telling argument, this. Upon the cla.s.ses of this country, democracy has laid a throttling hand. There is a spirit of discontent, they say, among the working-cla.s.ses, the discontent which breeds socialism. There is a worse spirit of discontent among the upper cla.s.ses here, and it is the discontent which breeds so-called traitors.”
”I can imagine all the rest,” Anna interposed coolly. ”How far have you succeeded?”
”The young man,” Selingman told her, ”has accepted my proposals. He has drawn three months' salary in advance. He furnished me yesterday with details of a private conversation with a well-known Cabinet Minister.”
Anna turned her head. ”So soon!” she murmured.
”So soon,” Selingman repeated. ”And now, gracious lady, here comes my visit to you. We have a recruit, invaluable if he is indeed a recruit at heart, dangerous if he has the brains and wit to choose to make himself so. I, on my way through life, judge men and women, and I judge them--well, with few exceptions, unerringly, but at the back of my brain there lingers something of mistrust of this young man. I have seen others in his position accept similar proposals. I have seen the struggles of shame, the doubts, the a.s.sertion of some part of a man's lower nature reconciling him in the end to accepting the pay of a foreign country. I have seen none of these things in this young man--simply a cold and deliberate acceptance of my proposals. He conforms to no type.
He sets up before me a problem which I myself have failed wholly to solve. I come to you, dear lady, for your aid.”
”I am to spy upon the spy,” she remarked.
”It is an easy task,” Selingman declared. ”This young man is your slave.
Whatever your daily business may be here, some part of your time, I imagine, will be spent in his company. Let me know what manner of man he is. Is this innate corruptness which brings him so easily to the bait, or is it the stinging smart of injustice from which he may well be suffering? Or, failing these, has he dared to set his wits against mine, to play the double traitor? If even a suspicion of this should come to you, there must be an end of Mr. Francis Norgate.”
Anna toyed for a moment with the rose at her bosom. Her eyes were looking out of the room. Once again she was conscious of a curious slackening of purpose, a confusion of issues which had once seemed to her so clear.
”Very well,” she promised. ”I will send you a report in the course of a few days.”
”I should not,” Selingman continued, rising, ”venture to trouble you, Baroness, as I know the sphere of your activities is far removed from mine, but chance has put you in the position of being able to ascertain definitely the things which I desire to know. For our common sake you will, I am sure, seek to discover the truth.”
”So far as I can, certainly,” Anna replied, ”but I must admit that I, like you, find Mr. Norgate a little incomprehensible.”
”There are men,” Selingman declared, ”there have been many of the strongest men in history, impenetrable to the world, who have yielded their secrets readily to a woman's influence. The diplomatists in life who have failed have been those who have underrated the powers possessed by your wonderful s.e.x.”
”Among whom,” Anna remarked, ”no one will ever number Herr Selingman.”
”Dear Baroness,” Selingman concluded, as the maid whom Anna had summoned stood ready to show him out, ”it is because in my life I have been brought into contact with so many charming examples of your power.”
Once more silence and solitude. Anna moved restlessly about on her couch.
Her eyes were a little hot. That future into which she looked seemed to become more than ever a tangled web. At half-past seven her maid reappeared.
”Madame will dress for dinner?”
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