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“You have acted very discreetly, Hardy,” he said. “I think you had better tell your friend that I am expecting to leave for somewhere at a moment’s notice. For your own information,” he added, “I rather think that I shall stay here. It seems to me quite possible that we may find London, for a few weeks, just as interesting as any city in the world.”
“I am very glad to hear you say so, sir,” the man murmured. “Shall I fetch your overcoat?”
The telephone bell suddenly interrupted them. Hardy took up the receiver and listened for a moment.
“Mr. Hebblethwaite would like to speak to you, sir,” he announced.
Norgate hurried to the telephone. A cheery voice greeted him.
“Hullo! That you, Norgate? This is Hebblethwaite. I’m just back from a few days in the country—found your note here. I want to hear all about this little matter at once. When can I see you?”
“Any time you like,” Norgate replied promptly.
“Let me see,” the voice continued, “what are you doing to-night?”
“Nothing!”
“Come straight round to the House of Commons and dine. Or no—wait a moment—we’ll go somewhere quieter. Say the club in a quarter of an hour—the Reform Club. How will that suit you?”
“I’ll be there, with pleasure,” Norgate promised.
“Righto! We’ll hear what you’ve been doing to these peppery Germans. I had a line from Leveson himself this morning. A lady in the case, I hear? Well, well! Never mind explanations now. See you in a few minutes.”
Norgate laid down the receiver. His manner, as he accepted his well-brushed hat, had lost all its depression. There was no one in the Cabinet with more influence than Hebblethwaite. He would have his chance, at any rate, and his chance at other things.
“Look here, Hardy,” he ordered, as he drew on his gloves, “spend as much time as you like with that fellow and let me know what sort of questions he asks you. Be careful not to mention the fact that I am dining with Mr. Hebblethwaite. For the rest, fence with him. I am not quite sure what it all means. If by any chance he mentions a man named Selingman, let me know. Good night!”
“Good night, sir!” the man replied.
Norgate descended into the Strand and walked briskly towards Pall Mall. The last few minutes seemed to him to be fraught with promise of a new interest in life. Yet it was not of any of these things that he was thinking as he made his way towards his destination. He was occupied most of the time in wondering how long it would be before he could hope to receive a reply from Berlin to his letter.
CHAPTER X
The Right Honourable John Hebblethwaite, M.P., since he had become a Cabinet Minister and had even been mentioned as the possible candidate for supreme office, had lost a great deal of that breezy, almost boisterous effusion of manner which in his younger days had first endeared him to his constituents. He received Norgate, however, with marked and hearty cordiality, and took his arm as he led him to the little table which he had reserved in a corner of the dining-room. The friendship between the entirely self-made politician and Norgate, who was the nephew of a duke, and whose aristocratic connections were multifarious and far-reaching, was in its way a genuine one. There were times when Hebblethwaite had made use of his younger friend to further his own undoubted social ambitions. On the other hand, since he had become a power in politics, he had always been ready to return in kind such offices. The note which he had received from Norgate that day was, however, the first appeal which had ever been made to him.
“I have been away for a week-end’s golf,” Hebblethwaite explained, as they took their places at the table. “There comes a time when figures pall, and snapping away in debate seems to stick in one’s throat. I telephoned directly I got your note. Fortunately, I wasn’t doing anything this evening. We won’t play about. I know you don’t want to see me to talk about the weather, and I know something’s up, or Leveson wouldn’t have written to me, and you wouldn’t be back from Berlin. Let’s have the whole story with the soup and fish, and we’ll try and hit upon a way to put things right before we reach the liqueurs.”
“I’ve lots to say to you,” Norgate admitted simply. “I’ll begin with the personal side of it. Here’s just a brief narration of exactly what happened to me in the most fashionable restaurant of Berlin last Thursday night.”
Norgate told his story. His friend listened with the absorbed attention of a man who possesses complete powers of concentration.
“Rotten business,” he remarked, when it was finished. “I suppose you’ve told old—I mean you’ve told them the story at the Foreign Office?”
“Had it all out this morning,” Norgate replied.
“I know exactly what our friend told you,” Mr. Hebblethwaite continued, with a gleam of humour in his eyes. “He reminded you that the first duty of a diplomat—of a young diplomat especially—is to keep on friendly terms with the governing members of the country to which he is accredited. How’s that, eh?”
“Pretty nearly word for word,” Norgate admitted. “It’s the sort of platitude I could watch framing in his mind before I was half-way through what I had to say. What they don’t seem to take sufficient account of in that museum of mummied brains and parchment tongues—forgive me, Hebblethwaite, but it isn’t your department—is that the Prince’s behaviour to me is such as no Englishman, subscribing to any code of honour, could possibly tolerate. I will admit, if you like, that the Kaiser’s attitude may render it advisable for me to be transferred from Berlin. I do not admit that I am not at once eligible for a position of similar importance in another capital.”
“No one would doubt it,” John Hebblethwaite grumbled, “except those particular fools we have to deal with. I suppose they didn’t see it in the same light.”
“They did not,” Norgate admitted.
“We’ve a tough proposition to tackle,” Hebblethwaite confessed cheerfully, “but I am with you, Norgate, and to my mind one of the pleasures of being possessed of a certain amount of power is to help one’s friends when you believe in the justice of their cause. If you leave things with me, I’ll tackle them to-morrow morning.”
“That’s awfully good of you, Hebblethwaite,” Norgate declared gratefully, “and just what I expected. We’ll leave that matter altogether just now, if we may. My own little grievance is there, and I wanted to explain exactly how it came about. Apart from that altogether, there is something far more important which I have to say to you.”
Hebblethwaite knitted his brows. He was clearly puzzled.
“Still personal, eh?” he enquired.
Norgate shook his head.
“It is something of vastly more importance,” he said, “than any question affecting my welfare. I am almost afraid to begin for fear I shall miss any chance, for fear I may not seem convincing enough.”
“We’ll have the champagne opened at once, then,” Mr. Hebblethwaite declared. “Perhaps that will loosen your tongue. I can see that this is going to be a busy meal. Charles, if that bottle of Pommery 1904 is iced just to the degree I like it, let it be served, if you please, in the large sized glasses. Now, Norgate.”
“What I am going to relate to you,” Norgate began, leaning across the table and speaking very earnestly, “is a little incident which happened to me on my way back from Berlin. I had as a fellow passenger a person whom I am convinced is high up in the German Secret Service Intelligence Department.”
“All that!” Mr. Hebblethwaite murmured. “Go ahead, Norgate.