"
"But did you say I wanted him to have tea with us!" demanded the
Count, an angry flush leaping to his cheek.
"I did. I'm merely repeating what he said in reply. Half-past eight,
at his office, Count. Those were his words."
"It is the most brazen exhibition of insolence I've ever--" began the
Count furiously, but checked himself with an effort. "I--I hope you
did not say that I would come, sir!"
"Yes. It's the only way--"
"Well, be good enough to call him up again and say to him that I'll--
I'll see him damned before I'll come to his office to-morrow at
eight-thirty or at any other hour." And with that the Count got up
and stalked out of the office, putting on his hat as he did so.
"Count," said King, as they descended in the elevator, "I've got an
idea in my head that Blithers will be at the Ritz at four."
"Do you imagine, sir, that I will receive him?"
"Certainly. Are you not a diplomat?"
"I am a Minister of War," said the Count, and his scowl was an
indication of absolute proficiency in the science.
"And what's more," went on King, reflectively, "it wouldn't in the
least surprise me if Blithers is the man behind the directors in this
sudden move of the banks.
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