The Great ImpersonationOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Great Impersonation
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Spy stories
“I am,” Dominey assented confidently. “Without the shadow of a doubt I
threw the body of the man I killed into the Blue River and watched it
sink.”
“Then the story is a fake,” Seaman decided. “For some reason or other we
have come under the suspicion of our own secret service.”
Seaman, as they emerged into the hall, was summoned imperiously to her
side by the Princess Eiderstrom. Dominey disappeared for a moment
and returned presently, having discarded some of his soaked shooting
garments. He was followed by his valet, bearing a note upon a silver
tray.
“From the person in Mr. Parkins' room--to Mr. Seaman, sir,” the man
announced, in a low tone.
Dominey took it from the salver with a little nod. Then he turned to
where the youngest and most frivolous of his guests were in the act of
rising from the tea table.
“A game of pills, Eddy,” he proposed. “They tell me that pool is one of
your greatest accomplishments.”
“I'm pretty useful,” the young man confessed, with a satisfied chuckle.
“Give you a black at snooker, what?”
Dominey took his arm and led him into the billiard-room.
“You will give me nothing, young fellow,” he replied. “Set them up, and
I will show you how I made a living for two months at Johannesberg!”
CHAPTER XXII
The evening at Dominey hall was practically a repetition of the previous
one, with a different set of guests from the outer world. After dinner,
Dominey was absent for a few minutes and returned with Rosamund upon his
arm. She received the congratulations of her neighbours charmingly, and
a little court soon gathered around her. Doctor Harrison, who had been
dining, remained upon the outskirts, listening to her light-hearted
and at times almost brilliant chatter with grave and watchful interest.
Dominey, satisfied that she was being entertained, obeyed Terniloff's
gestured behest and strolled with him to a distant corner of the hall.
“Let me now, my dear host,” the Prince began, with some eagerness in
his tone, “continue and, I trust, conclude the conversation to which all
that I said this morning was merely the prelude.”
“I am entirely at your service,” murmured his host.
“I have tried to make you understand that from my own point of view--and
I am in a position to know something--the fear of war between this
country and our own has passed. England is willing to make all
reasonable sacrifices to ensure peace. She wants peace, she intends
peace, therefore there will be peace. Therefore, I maintain, my young
friend, it is far better for you to disappear at once from this false
position.”
“I am scarcely my own master,” Dominey replied. “You yourself must know
that. I am here as a servant under orders.”
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