Part 40 (1/2)

A sort of fluttering a.s.sailed her ear-drums; it were as though the air were charged with an impending, unseen something. A feeling of suspense filled her; she was astonished to feel herself possessed by an almost irresistible desire to cry out a warning to some indefinite person. And apparently she was not alone in her impression, for now she saw Hoffer, his great jaws rigid, almost thrusting his way forward among the guests; Von Steinmetz and Stelzner were also on the move, and from different directions.

Suddenly there was a pistol shot; startled cries rang out; the throng split as though divided by a great knife. And as it fell asunder there arose another cry, higher and in a different key. The first had been the outcry of those who felt harm impending; the second was that of a single person, and one upon whom the harm had fallen.

It was Miss Corbin; Mrs. Pendleton could see her as she stood white and startled, staring at the silken bag which she held in her hands. Upon one side of her stood Madame Von Steinmetz, aghast, trembling with shock; upon the other stood Ashton-Kirk, imperturbable and keen eyed.

For an instant the affrighted guests swayed upon the verge of panic; then like oil upon troubled waters, soothing words were spoken and explanations suavely proffered. A young man, who looked very red and foolish, had dropped and exploded a chamber of a newly invented revolver, which he had brought to exhibit to an influential official whom he expected to meet. And in the ensuing excitement, Miss Corbin had lost a cherished trifle which would no doubt be found shortly.

Startled people are always anxious to be convinced that there is no occasion for their alarm; and so, more or less satisfied, Von Stunnenberg's guests broke into laughter and relieved chatter.

Pa.s.sing through little groups, all absorbed in the enjoyment of relating their mutual sensations, Ashton-Kirk made his way toward the hall. His step was unhurried, his manner nonchalant; he spoke lightly to a number of people as he went by.

As he turned into the hall, Mrs. Pendleton followed; she saw him disappear into the coat room, and reappear a moment later, his overcoat on and his hat in his hand. And at the same instant she saw him confronted by the burly forms of Hoffer and the Baron Von Stunnenberg.

CHAPTER XXIII

WHAT VON STUNNENBERG THOUGHT

For a moment the secret agent and the two Germans stood face to face; then the former said, smilingly:

”I am sorry to be forced to go at such an early hour; but,” and he lifted his brows in such a way that might mean much or little, ”there are certain things which require my attention.”

Von Stunnenberg twisted one point of his white moustache, and his blue eyes glinted coldly.

”It would grieve me to keep you from your affairs,” said he in his rumbling voice, ”but there is a trifling matter which I should like to discuss with you. It will require, perhaps, only a few moments. The length of time altogether depends upon yourself.”

”I shall be only too glad,” said Ashton-Kirk, agreeably. He glanced at his watch and then added: ”But since you say that the length of time depends upon me, I will make it as short as possible. It is more than likely that my presence will be urgently needed quite a little distance from here in perhaps half an hour.”

There was a small room at one side, and the German amba.s.sador entered this, followed by the others.

”Will you sit down?” he asked with grave politeness.

The secret agent did so. Hoffer also seated himself; his small head was drawn down upon his big shoulders, the heavy face worked spasmodically; the veins and cords of his tightly clinched hands stood out in high relief.

”It would be a waste of time for us to indulge in any preamble,” spoke Von Stunnenberg, coldly. ”I know why you came here to-night; and I know that you have been in some degree successful in your errand. And so, as that ground is covered, there is no need to go over it again.”

Ashton-Kirk leaned back in his chair, and his white, even teeth shone as he smiled.

”I have always found it best to _examine_ my ground; leaping over it is seldom satisfactory,” said he. ”You say that you know why I came here to-night. We will not discuss that if you are opposed to so doing,” and again the quick smile showed itself. ”But as to your knowing I have been in some degree successful, that is open to debate.”

Hoffer protruded his small head, slowly, much as a turtle might do.

”Of course,” said he, ”we expected you to deny it. But your making a statement and our accepting it are two different matters.”

Ashton-Kirk nodded.

”To be sure,” said he, calmly.

Hoffer was about to say something more; but his chief held up a hand.