But; lifting his hat; Derek passed straight on without stopping。
When he got back to his hotel; the concierge detached himself from his wooden pen and accosted him。
〃A gentleman is waiting to see you; Monsieur。〃
〃Who is it?〃 asked Derek。
〃He did not give me his name; Monsieur; but he said his business with you was important; and that he would wait。〃
〃Where is he?〃
〃In the little salon; Monsieur。 He preferred it to the lounge he said; as being more private。〃
Derek nodded; and turned his steps in that direction。
The small salon was empty except for the visitor; who rose and bowed with easy foreign grace as Derek entered。 As it chanced; Derek had only seen the te de la Roche once; but found no difficulty in recognizing that aristocratic nobleman; and he frowned angrily。 Of all the consummate impertinence!
〃The te de la Roche; is it not?〃 he said。 〃I am afraid you have wasted your time in ing here。〃
〃I hope not;〃 said the te agreeably。
His white teeth glittered。
The tes charm of manner was usually wasted on his own sex。 All men; without exception; disliked him heartily。 Derek Kettering was already conscious of a distinct longing to kick the Count bodily out of the room。 It was only the realization that scandal would be unfortunate just at present that restrained him。 He marveled anew that Ruth could have cared; as she certainly had; for this fellow。 A bounder; and worse than a bounder。 He looked with distaste at the Counts exquisitely manicured hands。
〃I called;〃 said the te; 〃on a little matter of business。 It would be advisable I think; for you to listen to me。〃
Again Derek felt strongly tempted to kick him out; but again he refrained。 The hint of a threat was not lost upon him; but he interpreted it in his own way。 There were various reasons why it would be better to hear what the te had to say。
He sat down and drummed impatiently with his fingers on the table。
〃Well;〃 he said sharply; 〃what is it?〃
It was not the tes way to e out into the open at once。
〃Allow me; Monsieur; to offer you my condolences on your recent bereavement。〃
〃If I have any impertinence from you;〃 said Derek quietly; 〃you go out by that window。〃
He nodded his head towards the window beside the te; and the latter moved uneasily。
〃I will send my friends to you; Monsieur; if that is what you desire;〃 he said haughtily。
Derek laughed。
〃A duel; eh? My dear Count; I dont take you seriously enough for that。 But I should take a good deal of pleasure in kicking you down the Promenade des Anglais。〃
The te was not at all anxious to take offence。 He merely raised his eyebrows and murmured:
〃The English are barbarians。〃
〃Well;〃 said Derek; 〃what is it you have to say to me?〃
〃I will be frank;〃 said the te; 〃I will e immediately to the point。 That will suit us both; will it not?〃
Again he smiled in his agreeable fashion。
〃Go on;〃 said Derek curtly。
The te looked at the ceiling; joined the tips of his fingers together; and murmured softly:
〃You have e into a lot of money; Monsieur。〃
〃What the devil has that got to do with you?〃
The te drew himself up。
〃Monsieur; my name is tarnished! I am suspected … accused … of foul cri