"Impossible!" was the brief reply.
"Why?"
Jesson smiled.
"To be perfectly frank," he said, "because you are developing an
interest in the one person in the world who might give success over into
our hands. It is necessary for you to remain where you can encourage
that interest."
Nigel was a little staggered.
"My friendship with Mademoiselle Karetsky," he protested, "is scarcely
likely to influence her political views."
"I am a somewhat close observer," Jesson continued. "You will not ask me
to believe that your conversation with mademoiselle in her box at the
Opera last night related all the time to--well, shall we say music?"
"Nigel, you never told me you were at the Opera," Maggie intervened.
"What made you go?"
"I think that it was a message from Mademoiselle Karetsky," Jesson
suggested quietly.
Nigel smiled.
"Upon my word, I think you're going to be a success, Jesson," he
declared. "Perhaps you can tell me what we did talk about?"
"I believe I almost could," was the calm reply. "In any case, I think I
see the situation as it exists. Mademoiselle Karetsky is a wonderful
woman. She has a great, open mind. To a certain extent, of course, she
has seen things from the point of view of Paul Matinsky, Immelan, and
that little coterie of Russo-Germans who see a future for both countries
only in an alliance of the old-fashioned order. Matinsky, however, has
always had his doubts. That is why he sent over here the one person whom
he trusted.
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