The Baron was certainly of a refined and gentlemanly type, though there was in his face that shrewd, hard expression which seems inseparable from the financial mind. Yet his companion was of an entirely different stamp--coa.r.s.e, unsympathetic, with sensuality stamped upon his loose lips.
He removed the cigar from his mouth, and lifting his narrow eyes to his companion, remarked:
"I am relieved to hear your opinion, my dear Henri. It agrees entirely with mine. Though the Bourses show signs of panic, I cannot but think that war is impossible."
"The Minister Orts was at the Palace, and I had a few words with him,"
the Baron said. "They had, at the Ministry, a telegram from our Minister in London only an hour ago. War is not antic.i.p.ated there."
"Nor here--only by the ignorant," laughed Rigaux. "Germany cannot--nay, she dare not--attack Europe."
"It is whispered that the King has appealed to King George of England to uphold our neutrality. But in one or two quarters I hear it alleged that the fixed purpose to provoke a general war has underlain Germany"s policy for many years, and now, with Austria as her ally, she has wantonly flung down the gauntlet to all Europe."
"I don"t believe it at all," declared the other. "The Kaiser cannot commit such an outrage on all justice and all public right. Our neutrality was guaranteed by Germany herself. How can she dishonour her own signature?"
"But Germany aspires to supremacy, we must not forget, my dear friend, and to supremacy as complete as that claimed by Napoleon. She intends that all the other Powers shall be her subordinate allies. She would drag them all in her wake."
"Bah! England will not bargain away to Germany her obligations to us, depend upon it," was the other"s reply. "The Kaiser fears the British fleet. He is not yet ready, my dear Baron. So let us dismiss the so-called peril, for it does not exist, I a.s.sure you." The Baron rose from his chair, and stepped out upon the long balcony into the close, breathless night.
A regiment of Lancers were clattering along the broad avenue, just distinguishable among the trees, and the people were cheering wildly as they pa.s.sed.
War was in the air. Notwithstanding the a.s.surances of his friend Rigaux, the Baron could not disguise from himself the serious apprehension that had so suddenly arisen in his mind. Hitherto, he had been loudest in his expressions that war would not be yet, but since he had been at the Palace, an hour ago, and seen the serious expression upon the faces of his sovereign, and of certain officials, he had become suspicious of the worst.
What if England defied this sabre-rattling of Germany, and declared war to protect Belgium? He pondered as he stood there, glancing down into the leafy avenue where the people were shouting, "_A bas les Allemands_!"
He had his back turned to his friend, who still sat smoking. Had he turned, he might, however, have seen something which would have aroused wonder within him, for while he stood there, looking down upon the straight, leafy way, bright under its lines of lamps, his friend, behind his back, had clenched his fists fiercely. Arnaud Rigaux"s teeth were set, and upon his countenance was a fierce look of hatred of the man whom he was trying to lull into a false sense of security.
A distinctly evil expression played about the corners of his sensuous mouth, as his narrow-set eyes glinted with the fire of a detestation which, until that moment, he had so cleverly concealed.
Though posing as an intensely patriotic Belgian, he was, if the truth be told, one of the few men in Brussels who knew the German intentions, and who, for a fortnight past, had been fully prepared.
War must come, he was well aware. It had all been arranged two years ago, yet the Belgian Government, and even the Baron de Neuville, its chief financial adviser, had remained in utter ignorance. They had never suspected the Kaiser"s treachery.
Rigaux smiled as he reflected how cleverly the secret of it all had been kept. Great Britain must now certainly fall into the trap so cunningly prepared for her, and then Europe would, as the Kaiser intended, be drenched in blood.
In those moments, while the Baron stood outside, he reflected upon the private audience he had had with the Emperor at Potsdam nine months before, of the secret reports he had furnished regarding the financial situation of Belgium, and other matters, and the preparations for war in Luxembourg and along the frontier, which were revealed to him by a high official in the Wilhelmstra.s.se. He had returned from his "business-visit" to Berlin, and not a soul in Brussels had ever dreamed that he had been received by the Most Highest. The secret policy of the Kaiser was to court the good-will of certain financiers who, most of them, willingly became his agents and cats"-paws, and kept the War Office in Berlin well informed of the trend of events. It was so in the case of the clever, wealthy, and unscrupulous Arnaud Rigaux.
The Baron turned, but in an instant the face of his friend rea.s.sumed its expression of easy-going carelessness.
"This silly war-scare seems to please the people--eh?" he laughed aloud.
"Hark at them shouting! It is to be hoped they will not attack the German Legation, burn the German flag, or commit some ridiculous outrage of that sort."
"Let"s hope not, or it might be misconstrued into an act of war," the Baron agreed, as he stepped again into the small, cosy, but exquisitely furnished room. "Probably the Garde Civile have taken every precaution to avoid demonstrations. Nevertheless," he added, "I do not like the outlook at all, my dear Arnaud. I confess I do not like it at all."
"_Mon cher ami_, surely you, of all men, are not being led away by this sensation in the newspapers!" exclaimed his friend, pursing his thick lips. "We both know the value to be placed upon _messieurs les journalistes_. We buy them all whenever we desire their favour--do we not?"
But the Baron cast himself into his chair and shook his head gravely, saying:
"I fear, notwithstanding, that the outlook is very black for Belgium.
War would mean ruin to us both. We have, both of us, large interests in France and Germany," he added, ignorant of the vile treachery of which his friend had been guilty. "If war came in Europe, I should be ruined."
"Exactly," responded the other. "That is why, in such circ.u.mstances as these, a union of our houses would be so intensely desirable. Have you spoken to Mademoiselle Aimee again?" he asked, regarding the Baron with those narrow, crafty eyes of his.
"Yes," was the reply.
"And what has Mademoiselle said?"
"Up to the present," sighed the Baron, "she is still obdurate."
"Because of that good-looking _avocat_--eh?" he retorted. "Why do you allow her still to meet the fellow?"
"She does not meet him to my knowledge."
"She does--almost daily. I have set watch upon them. They met to-day-- in the Bois, at five o"clock."
The Baron was again silent for a few moments. Then he said:
"Valentin has, it seems, made quite a sensational success in the Affaire of the Rue du Trone. There is a long account in to-night"s papers.
Berton, the Minister of Justice, was speaking of it."
"But surely you will not allow your daughter to marry a penniless lawyer?" protested the financier. "Think what you and I could do, if only we amalgamated upon fair and equivalent business lines. As you well know, I am extremely fond of Aimee."
"You have spoken to her, she tells me."
"I have. But, unfortunately, she treats me with a calm and utter indifference."
"Perhaps she will, eventually, grow tired of Edmond Valentin"s attentions," her father suggested.
"Never," growled Rigaux. "I believe she loves the fellow. But if you were only firm, my dear friend, she would, in the end, consent to marry me."
"I am firm."
"Yet you allow them to meet daily!"
"How can I prevent it?"
"By sending her away--say to England. I will go to England also."
"My own opinion is that you would fare no better in England than here.
Aimee is a girl of spirit. She may be led, but driven never," her father declared emphatically.
"But cannot you compel her to give up this man?" urged Rigaux eagerly.
"Have I not tried, for weeks and weeks? Personally, my friend, I don"t think you dance attendance sufficiently upon her, if you really mean to win her. She has been spoiled ever since a child, and likes lots of attention."
Arnaud Rigaux"s brows narrowed slightly, for he at once realised that what the Baron said was the truth. He had certainly been deficient in his amorous advances, for, truth to tell, he had become so utterly _blase_ that few women nowadays attracted him.
"Yes," he sighed grossly. "Perhaps you are right, Baron. Is she at home this evening?"
"She"s alone in the _pet.i.t salon_, reading, I believe. My wife is out at dinner with the wife of the Roumanian Minister."