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sions of those few months； but a phrase； a word； even a gesture； to a clever woman might mean a great deal。 It might also mean a great deal to us。〃
〃I'll mention it；〃 the Duke promised； 〃but I am afraid my womenfolk are scarcely up to this sort of thing。 The best plan would be to tackle him ourselves down at Devenham。〃
〃I thought of that；〃 the Prime Minister assented。 〃That is why I am coming down myself and bringing Bransome。 If he will have nothing to say to us within a week or so of his departure； we shall know what to think。 Remember my words； Devenham；when our chronicler dips his pen into the ink and writes of our government； our foreign policy； at least； will be judged by our position in the far East。 Exactly what that will be depends upon Prince Maiyo。 With a renewal of our treaty we could go to the country tomorrow。 Without it； especially if the refusal should come from them； there will be some very ugly writing across the page。〃
The Duke threw away his cigarette。
〃Well；〃 he said； 〃we can only do our best。 The young man seems friendly enough。〃
The Prime Minister nodded。
〃It is precisely his friendliness which I fear；〃 he said。
CHAPTER XVII。 A GAY NIGHT IN PARIS
Mr。 James B。 Coulson was almost as much at home at the Grand Hotel； Paris； as he had been at the Savoy in London。 His headquarters were at the American Bar； where he approved of the cocktails；patronized the highballs； and continually met fellow…countrymen with whom he gossiped and visited various places of amusement。 His business during the daytime he kept to himself； but he certainly was possessed of a bagful of documents and drawings relating to sundry patents connected with the manufacture of woollen goods； the praises of which he was always ready to sing in a most enthusiastic fashion。
Mr。 Coulson was not a man whose acquaintance it was difficult to make。 From five to seven every afternoon； scorning the attractions of the band outside and the generally festive air which pervaded the great tea rooms； he sat at the corner of the bar upon an article of furniture which resembled more than anything else an office stool； dividing his attention between desultory conversation with any other gentleman who might be indulging in a drink； and watching the billiards in which some of his compatriots were usually competing。 It was not； so far as one might judge； a strenuous life which Mr。 Coulson was leading。 He had been known once or twice to yawn； and he had somewhat the appearance of a man engaged in an earnest but at times not altogether successful attempt to kill time。 Perhaps for that reason he made acquaintances with a little more than his customary freedom。 There was a young Englishman； for instance； whose name； it appeared； was Gaynsforth； with whom； after a drink or two at the bar； he speedily became on almost intimate terms。
Mr。 Gaynsforth was a young man； apparently of good breeding and some means。 He was well dressed； of cheerful disposition； knew something about the woollen trade； and appeared to take a distinct liking to his new friend。 The two men； after having talked business together for some time； arranged to dine together and have what they called a gay evening。 They retired to their various apartments to change； Mr。 Gaynsforth perfectly well satisfied with his progress； Mr。 James B。 Coulson with a broad grin upon his face。
After a very excellent dinner； for which Mr。 Gaynsforth insisted upon paying； they went to the Folies Bergeres； where the Englishman developed a thirst which； considering the coolness of the evening； was nothing short of amazing。 Mr。 Coulson； however； kept pace with him steadily； and toward midnight their acquaintance had steadily progressed until they were certainly on friendly if not affectionate terms。 A round of the supper places； proposed by the Englishman； was assented to by Mr。 Coulson with enthusiasm。 About three o'clock in the morning Mr。 Coulson had the appearance of a man for whom the troubles of this world are over； and who was realizing the ecstatic bliss of a temporary Nirvana。 Mr。 Gaynsforth； on the other hand； although half an hour ago he had been boisterous and unsteady； seemed suddenly to have become once more the quiet； discreet…looking young Englishman who had first bowed to Mr。 Coulson in the bar of the Grand Hotel and accepted with some diffidence his offer of a drink。 To prevent his friend being jostled by the somewhat mixed crowd in which they then were； Mr。 Gaynsforth drew nearer and nearer to him。 He even let his hand stray over his person； as though to be sure that he was not carrying too much in his pockets。
〃Say； old man；〃 he whispered in his ear；they were sitting side by side now in the Bal Tabarin；〃if you are going on like this； Heaven knows where you'll land at the end of it all！ I'll look after you as well as I can；where you go； I'll gobut we can't be together every second of the time。 Don't you think you'd be safer if you handed over your pocketbook to me？〃
〃Right you are！〃 Mr。 Coulson declared； falling a little over on one side。 〃Take it out of my pocket。 Be careful of it now。 There's five hundred francs there； and the plans of a loom which I wouldn't sell for a good many thousands。〃
Mr。 Gaynsforth possessed himself quickly of the pocketbook； and satisfied himself that his friend's description of its contents was fairly correct。
〃You've nothing else upon you worth taking care of？〃 he whispered。 〃You can trust me； you know。 You haven't any papers； or anything of that sort？〃
Then Mr。 James B。 Coulson； who was getting tired of his part； suddenly sat up； and a soberer man had never occupied that particular chair in the Bal Tabarin。
〃And if I have； my young friend；〃 he said calmly； 〃what the devil business is it of yours？〃
Mr。 Gaynsforth was taken aback and showed it。 He recovered himself as quickly as possible； and realized that he had been living in a fool's paradise so far as the condition of his companion was concerned。 He realized； also； that the first move in the game between them had been made and that he had lost。
〃You are too good an actor for me； Mr。 Coulson；〃 he said。 〃Suppose we get to business。〃
〃That's all right；〃 Mr。 Coulson answered。 〃Let's go somewhere where we can get some supper。 We'll go to the Abbaye Theleme； and you shall have the pleasure of entertaining me。〃
Mr。 Gaynsforth handed back the pocketbook and led the way out of the place without a word。 It was only a few steps up the hill； and they found themselves then in a supper place of a very different class。 Here Mr。 Coulson； after a brief visit to the lavatory； during which he obliterated all traces of his recent condition； seated himself at one of the small flower…decked tables and offered the menu to his new friend。
〃It's up to you to pay；〃 he said； 〃so you shall choose the supper。 Personally； I'm for a few oysters； a hot bird； and a cold bottle。〃
Mr。 Gaynsforth； who was still somewhat subdued； commanded the best supper procurable on these lines。 Mr。 Coulson； having waved his hand to a few acquaintances and chaffed the Spanish dancing girls in their own language；not a little to his companion's astonishment；at last turned to business。
〃Come；〃 he said； 〃you and I ought to understand one another。 You are over here from London either to pump me or to rob me。 You are either a detective or a political spy or a secret service agent of some sort； or you are on a lay of your own。 Now； put it in a business form； what can I do for you？ Make your offer； and let's see where we are。〃
Mr。 Gaynsforth began to recover himself。 It did not follow； because he had made one mistake； that he was to lose the game。
〃I am neither a detective； Mr。 Coulson；〃 he said； 〃nor a secret service agent；in fact； I am nothing of that sort at all。 I have a friend； however； who for certain reasons does not care to approach you himself； but who is nevertheless very much interested in a particular event； or rather incident； in which you are concerned。〃
〃Good！〃 Mr。 Coulson declared。 〃Get right on。〃
〃That friend；〃 Mr。 Gaynsforth continued calmly； 〃is prepared to pay a thousand pounds for full information and proof as to the nature of those papers which were stolen from Mr。 Hamilton Fynes on the night of March 22nd。〃
〃A thousand pounds；〃 Mr。 Coulson repeated。 〃Gee whiz！〃
〃He is also；〃 the Englishman continued； 〃prepared to pay another thousand for a satisfactory explanation of the murder of Mr。 Richard Vanderpole on the following day。
〃Say； your friend's got the stuff！〃 Mr。 Coulson remarked admiringly。
〃My friend is not a poor man；〃 Mr。 Gaynsforth admitted。 〃You see； there's a sort of feeling abroad that these two things are connected。 I am not working on behalf of the police。 I am not working on behalf of any one who desires the least publicity。 But I am working for some one who wants to know and is prepared to pay。〃
〃That's a very interesting job you're on； and no mistake；〃 Mr。 Coulson declared。 〃I wonder you waste time coming over here on the spree when you've got a piece of business like that to look after。〃〃I came over here；〃 Mr。 Gaynsforth replied； 〃entirely on the matter I have mentioned to you。〃
〃What； over here to Paris？〃 Mr。 Coulson exclaimed。
〃Not only to Paris；