"
A bell rang. The man rose.
"The chief!" he said. "Be at the cafe to-night."
Mademoiselle went away thoughtfully.
"It is over this affair," she said to herself. "Carl knows everything!"
CHAPTER XIII
A NEWSPAPER SENSATION
Spencer, whose recovery during the last few days had been as rapid as
the first development of his indisposition, had just changed for dinner,
and was lighting a _cigarette d'appertit_ when, without waiting to be
announced, the Vicomte de Bergillac entered the room. Spencer, with
lightning-like intuition, knew that his time was come.
"Off with your coat, man, and get your code books out. I am going to
give you the most sensational story which has ever appeared in your
paper!" he exclaimed. "Only, remember this! It must appear to-morrow
morning. I am arranging for the French papers to have it. Yours shall be
the only English journal. Glance through these sheets. They contain the
story of _l'affaire Poynton_!"
Spencer was master of the gist of the thing in a very few moments. His
eyes were bright with excitement.
"Who guarantees this?" he asked quickly.
"My uncle has signed it," Henri de Bergillac answered, "and at the
bottom of the page there you will see a still more distinguished
signature.
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