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      CHAPTER VII

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      There had been a dinner party and a very small reception afterwards at the great Embassy in Carlton House Terrace. The Ambassador, Prince Terniloff, was bidding farewell to his wife’s cousin, the Princess Eiderstrom, the last of his guests. She drew him on one side for a moment.

      “Your Excellency,” she said, “I have been hoping for a word with you all the evening.”

      “And I with you, dear Stephanie,” he answered. “It is very early. Let us sit down for a moment.”

      He led her towards a settee but she shook her head.

      “You have an appointment at half-past eleven,” she said. “I wish you to keep it.”

      “You know, then?”

      “I lunched to-day at the Carleton grill room. In the reception-room I came face to face with Leopold Von Ragastein.”

      The Ambassador made no remark. It seemed to be his wish to hear first all that his companion had to say. After a moment’s pause she continued:

      “I spoke to him, and he denied himself. To me! I think that those were the most terrible seconds of my life. I have never suffered more. I shall never suffer so much again.”

      “It was most unfortunate,” the Prince murmured sympathetically.

      “This evening,” she went on, “I received a visit from a man whom I took at first to be an insignificant member of the German bourgeoisie. I learnt something of his true position later. He came to me to explain that Leopold was engaged in this country on secret service, that he was passing under the name which he gave me,—Sir Everard Dominey, an English baronet, long lost in Africa. You know of this?”

      “I know that to-night I am receiving a visit from Sir Everard Dominey.”

      “He is to work under your auspices?”

      “By no means,” the Prince rejoined warmly. “I am not favourably inclined towards this network of espionage. The school of diplomacy in which I have been brought up tries to work without such ignoble means.”

      “One realises that,” she said. “Leopold is coming, however, to-night, to pay his respects to you.”

      “He is waiting for me now in my study,” the Ambassador asserted.

      “You will do me the service of conveying to him a message from me,” she continued. “This man Seaman pointed out to me the unwisdom of any association between myself and Leopold, under present conditions. I listened to all that he had to say. I reserved my decision. I have now considered the matter. I will compromise with necessity. I will be content with the acquaintance of Sir Everard Dominey, but that I will have.”

      “For myself,” the Ambassador reflected, “I do not even know what Von Ragastein’s mission over here is, but if in Berlin they decide that, for the more complete preservation of his incognito, association between you and him is undesirable—”

      She laid her fingers upon his arm.

      “Stop!” she ordered. “I am not of Berlin. I am not a German. I am not even an Austrian. I am Hungarian, and though I am willing to study your interests, I am not willing to place them before my own life. I make terms, but I do not surrender. Those terms I will discuss with Leopold. Ah, be kind to me!” she went on, with a sudden change of voice. “Since these few minutes at midday I have lived in a dream. Only one thing can quiet me. I must speak to him. I must decide with him what I will do. You will help?”

      “An acquaintance between you and Sir Everard Dominey,” he admitted, “is certainly a perfectly natural thing.”

      “Look at me,” she begged.

      He turned and looked into her face. Underneath her beautiful eyes were dark lines; there was something pitiful about the curve of her mouth. He remembered that although she had carried herself throughout the evening with all the dignity which was second nature to her, he had overheard more than one sympathetic comment upon her appearance.

      “I can see that you are suffering,” he remarked kindly.

      “My eyes are hot, and inside I am on fire,” she continued. “I must speak to Leopold. Freda has asked me to stay and talk to her for an hour. My car waits. Arrange that he drives me home. Oh! believe me, dear friend, I am a very human woman, and there is nothing in the world to be gained by treating me as though I were of wood or stone. To-night I can see him without observation. If you refuse, I shall take other means. I will make no promises. I will not even promise that I will not call out before him in the streets that he is a liar, that his life is a lie. I will call him Leopold Von Ragastein—”

      “Hush!” he begged her. “Stephanie, you are nervous. I have not yet answered your entreaty.”

      “You consent?”

      “I consent,” he promised. “After our interview, I shall bring the young man to Freda’s room and present him. You will be there. He can offer you his escort.”

      She suddenly stooped and kissed his hand. An immense relief was in her face.

      “Now I will keep you no longer. Freda is waiting for me.”

      The Ambassador strolled thoughtfully away into his own den at the back of the house, where Dominey was waiting for him.

      “I am glad to see you,” the former said, holding out his hand. “For five minutes I desire to talk to your real self. After that, for the rest of your time in England, I will respect your new identity.”

      Dominey bowed in silence. His host pointed to the sideboard.

      “Come,” he continued, “there are cigars and cigarettes at your elbow, whisky and soda on the sideboard. Make yourself at home in that chair there. Africa has really changed you very little. Do you remember our previous meeting, in Saxony?”

      “I remember it perfectly, your Excellency.”

      “His Majesty knew how to keep Court in those days,” the Ambassador went on. “One was tempted to believe oneself at an English country party. However, that much of the past. You know, of course, that I entirely disapprove of your present position here?”

      “I gathered as much, your Excellency.”

      “We will have no reserves with one another,” the Prince declared, lighting a cigar. “I know quite well that you form part of a network of espionage in this country which I consider wholly unnecessary. That is simply a question of method. I have no doubt that you are here with the same object as I am, the object which the Kaiser has declared to me with his own lips is nearest to his heart—to cement the bonds of friendship between Germany and England.”

      “You believe, sir, that that is possible?”

      “I am convinced of it,” was the earnest reply. “I do not know what the exact nature of your work over here is to be, but I am glad to have an opportunity of putting before you my convictions. I believe that in Berlin the character of some of the leading

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