England -- Fiction; Political fiction; Politicians -- Fiction; Spy stories
"I obtained your immunity from arrest here in England, it is true," I
said. "But I fear that in my efforts to obtain for you a false passport
I shall fail. If the police discover you within Russian territory, then
nothing can save you from Siberia."
"But they will not find me," she cried hastily. "Obtain for me a
passport that will carry me across the frontier, and within an hour I
shall be as dead to the police as the stones in the wall."
This expression she had involuntarily let drop struck me as distinctly
curious. It certainly was not such a phrase as would be used by any but
a constant fugitive from justice. Indeed, it was really the parlance of
the habitual criminal. Again I remained silent in doubt.
"Will you try?" she asked, intensely in earnest.
"If it is your wish I will try," I answered. "But only in return for
one service."
"Well?" she inquired sharply.
"That when I bring you the passport you will tell me truthfully and
honestly the grounds whereon you allege that Ella Laing is my enemy."
She knit her brows for a few brief seconds, as if the possibility of my
demand had never occurred to her. Then, suddenly smiling, she answered,
extending her hand,--
"It's a bargain. But, remember, I must be in St Petersburg within
fourteen days."
"I shall not forget," I answered, with a sudden resolve to do my utmost
to obtain the permit allowing this strange but handsome girl to re-enter
her native land, and thus learn the truth regarding my well-beloved. "I
shall call on Verblioudovitch to-morrow."
"You are good to me, m'sieur, very good," she cried, joyfully. "In
return, I will tell you one thing, even now. If you doubt what I say
regarding the woman you love, look calmly into her face, pressing her
hand affectionately the while, and ask her if she knows anyone with
diamond eyes."
"Is Diamond Eyes a pet name?" I inquired. I was puzzled, for I had a
faint consciousness of having heard that designation before, but to whom
applied I know not.
"Discover for yourself," she answered, smiling. "I have given you the
clue. Follow it, and seek the truth."
Many times during our subsequent conversation I besought her to tell me
something further, but she would not, and at last, after remaining with
her over an hour, I left, promising I would at once set about obtaining
the passport she desired. Hers was a strange personality, yet I, by
some vague intuition, felt myself on the verge of a discovery. I was
convinced that she knew of the theft of the secret convention, and
could, if she wished, impart to me some startling truth.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
ADVICE GRATIS.
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