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“They speak, perhaps, of serious matters,” his companion surmised, “but who can tell? Besides, is it for us to waste our few moments wondering? You will come back to Ostend, monsieur?”
Norgate looked back at the streaming curve of lights flashing across the dark waters.
“One never knows,” he answered.
“That is what Monsieur Selingman himself says,” she remarked, with a little sigh. “‘Enjoy your Ostend to-day, my little ones,’ he said, when he first met us this evening. ‘One never knows how long these days will last.’ So, monsieur, we must indeed part here?”
They had all come to a standstill at the gangway of the steamer. Selingman had apparently finished his conversation with his companion. He hurried Norgate off, and they waved their hands from the deck as a few minutes later the steamer glided away.
“A most delightful interlude,” Selingman declared. “I have thoroughly enjoyed these few hours. I trust, that every time this steamer meets with a little accident, it will be at this time of the year and when I am on my way to England.”
“You seem to have friends everywhere,” Norgate observed, as he lit a cigar.
“Young ladies, yes,” Selingman admitted. “It chanced that they were both well-known to me. But who else?”
Norgate made no reply. He felt that his companion was watching him.
“It is something,” he remarked, “to find charming young ladies in a strange place to dine with one.”
Selingman smiled broadly.
“If we travelled together often, my young friend,” he said, “you would discover that I have friends everywhere. If I have nothing else to do, I go out and make a friend. Then, when I revisit that place, it loses its coldness. There is some one there to welcome me, some one who is glad to see me again. Look steadily in that direction, a few points to the left of the bows. In two hours’ time you will see the lights of your country. I have friends there, too, who will welcome me. Meantime, I go below to sleep. You have a cabin?”
Norgate shook his head.
“I shall doze on deck for a little time,” he said. “It is too wonderful a night to go below.”
“It is well for me that it is calm,” Selingman acknowledged. “I do not love the sea. Shall we part for a little time? If we meet not at Dover, then in London, my young friend. London is the greatest city in the world, but it is the smallest place in Europe. One cannot move in the places one knows of without meeting one’s friends.”
“Until we meet in London, then,” Norgate observed, as he settled himself down in his chair.
CHAPTER VI
Norgate spent an utterly fruitless morning on the day after his arrival in London. After a lengthy but entirely unsatisfactory visit to the Foreign Office, he presented himself soon after midday at Scotland Yard.
“I should like,” he announced, “to see the Chief Commissioner of the Police.”
The official to whom he addressed his enquiry eyed him tolerantly.
“Have you, by any chance, an appointment?” he asked.
“None,” Norgate admitted. “I only arrived from the Continent this morning.”
The policeman shook his head slowly.
“It is quite impossible, sir,” he said, “to see Sir Philip without an appointment. Your best course would be to write and state your business, and his secretary will then fix a time for you to call.”
“Very much obliged to you, I’m sure,” Norgate replied. “However, my business is urgent, and if I can’t see Sir Philip Morse, I will see some one else in authority.”
Norgate was regaled with a copy of The Times and a seat in a barely-furnished waiting-room. In about twenty minutes he was told that a Mr. Tyritt would see him, and was promptly shown into the presence of that gentleman. Mr. Tyritt was a burly and black-bearded person of something more than middle-age. He glanced down at Norgate’s card in a somewhat puzzled manner and motioned him to a seat.
“What can I do for you, sir?” he enquired. “Sir Philip is very much engaged for the next few days, but perhaps you can tell me your business?”
“I have just arrived from Berlin,” Norgate explained. “Would you care to possess a complete list of German spies in this country?”
Mr. Tyritt’s face was not one capable of showing the most profound emotion. Nevertheless, he seemed a little taken aback.
“A list of German spies?” he repeated. “Dear me, that sounds very interesting!”
He took up Norgate’s card and glanced at it. The action was, in its way, significant.
“You probably don’t know who I am,” Norgate continued. “I have been in the Diplomatic Service for eight years. Until a few days ago, I was attached to the Embassy in Berlin.”
Mr. Tyritt was somewhat impressed by the statement.
“Have you any objection to telling me how you became possessed of this information?”
“None whatever,” was the prompt reply. “You shall hear the whole story.”
Norgate told him, as briefly as possible, of his meeting with Selingman, their conversation, and the subsequent happenings, including the interview which he had overheard on the golf links at Knocke. When he had finished, there was a brief silence.
“Sounds rather like a page out of a novel, doesn’t it, Mr. Norgate?” the police official remarked at last.
“It may,” Norgate assented drily. “I can’t help what it sounds like. It happens to be the exact truth.”
“I do not for a moment doubt it,” the other declared politely. “I believe, indeed, that there are a large number of Germans working in this country who are continually collecting and forwarding to Berlin commercial and political reports. Speaking on behalf of my department, however, Mr. Norgate,” he went on, “this is briefly our position. In the neighbourhood of our naval bases, our dockyards, our military aeroplane sheds, and in other directions which I need not specify, we keep the most scrupulous and exacting watch. We even, as of course you are aware, employ decoy spies ourselves, who work in conjunction with our friends at Whitehall. Our system is a rigorous one and our supervision of it unceasing. But—and this is a big ‘but’, Mr. Norgate—in other directions—so far as regards the country generally, that is to say—we do not take the subject of German spies seriously. I may almost say that we have no anxiety concerning their capacity for mischief.”
“Those are the views of your department?” Norgate asked.
“So far as I may be said to represent it, they are,” Mr. Tyritt assented. “I will venture to say that there are many thousands of letters a year which leave this country, addressed to Germany, purporting to contain information of the most important nature, which might just as well be published in the newspapers. We ought to know, because at different times we have opened a good many of them.”
“Forgive me if I press this point,” Norgate begged. “Do you consider that because a vast amount of useless information is naturally sent, that fact lessens the danger as a whole? If only one letter in a thousand contains vital information, isn’t that sufficient to raise the subject to a more serious level?”
Mr. Tyritt crossed his legs. His tone still indicated the slight tolerance of the man convinced beforehand of the soundness of his position.
“For