Part 57 (1/2)
Lind laughed.
”Safe? Yes; because he knows his own life would not be worth a half-franc piece if he betrayed a Council secret. However, that is over: no more about it. We must show the Council that we can act and promptly.”
There was silence for a second or two.
”I have no need to wait for the further instructions of the Council,”
Lind resumed. ”I know what they intend. They intend to make it clear to all Europe that this is not a Camorra act of vengeance. The Starving Cardinal has thousands of enemies; the people curse and groan at him; if he were stabbed by an Italian, 'Oh, another of those Camorristi wretches!' would be the cry. The agent must come from England, and, if he is taken red-handed, then let him say if he likes that he is connected with an a.s.sociation which knows how to reach evil-doers who are beyond the ordinary reach of the law; but let him make it clear that it is no Camorra affair: you understand?”
”Yes, yes,” said both men.
”Now you know what the Council have ordained,” continued Lind, calmly, ”that no agent shall be appointed to undertake any service involving immediate peril to life without a ballot among at least four persons. It was absurd of Calabressa to imagine that they would abrogate their own decree, merely because that Russian madman was ready for anything. Well, it is not expedient that this secret should be confided to many. It is known to four persons in this country. We are three of the four.”
The two men started.
”Yes,” he said boldly, and he regarded each of them in turn. ”That is my proposal: that we ourselves form three of the ballot of four. The fourth must be an Englishman.”
”Edwards?” said Beratinsky. Reitzei was thinking too much of his own position to speak.
”No,” said Lind, calmly playing with his pencil, ”Edwards is a man of books, not of action. I have been thinking that the fourth ought to be--George Brand.”
He watched them both. Reitzei was still preoccupied; but the small black eyes of Beratinsky twinkled eagerly.
”Yes, yes, yes! Very good! There we have our four. For myself, I am not afraid; not I!”
”And you, Reitzei; are you satisfied?” said Lind merely as a matter of form.
The younger man started.
”Oh yes, the Council must be obeyed,” said he, absently.
”Gentlemen,” said Lind, rising, ”the business is concluded. Now you may return to your Culturverein.”
But when the others had risen, he said, in a laughing way, ”There is only one thing I will add: you may think about it at your leisure. The chances are three to one, and we all run the same risk; but I confess I should not be sorry to see the Englishman chosen; for, you perceive, that would make the matter clear enough. They would not accuse an Englishman of complicity with the Camorra--would they, Reitzei? If the lot fell to the Englishman, I should not be disappointed--would you, Beratinsky?”
Beratinsky, who was about to leave, turned sharply and the coal-black eyes were fixed intently on Lind's face.
”I?” he said. ”Not I! We will talk again about it, Brother Lind.”
Reitzei opened the door, Lind screwed out the gas, and then the three men descended the wooden staircase, their footsteps sounding through the silent house.
CHAPTER x.x.xVII.
SANTA CLAUS.
To save time Brand jumped into a hansom and drove down to Curzon Street.
He was too much preoccupied to remember that Natalie had wished him not to come to the house. Anneli admitted him, and showed him up-stairs into the drawing-room. In a couple of seconds or so Natalie herself appeared.
”Well,” said she lightly, ”you have come to tell me about Santa Claus?