"Then, what will you do with them?"
"To tell you the truth, we have not made up our minds. Such very large stones have really no commercial value. Take for instance the famous Cullinan, the wonder of the modern world. That gem was so huge that it was of no real value to the owners; so, unable to realize on it themselves, they induced the Transvaal government to buy it and present it to the King of England. We shall try to be a little more practical.
Our first duty is to our stockholders. We shall probably have the stones cut up into a number of smaller stones, on which we shall be able to realize a large sum. It"s a rare stroke of good fortune for us."
Helen had said nothing, but stood listening in silence. It was less of the money involved in the adventure that she was thinking than of her husband"s safety.
"Suppose Kenneth loses the gems?" she faltered.
The old gentleman laughed.
"There"s no fear of him losing them. He may have to fight for them, but he"ll never lose them I know him too well for that."
Helen"s eyes opened wide.
"He may have to fight for them," she echoed. "Do you mean that?"
"No--no, of course not," said the president hastily. "No one will even know he has them in his possession. We have kept the matter very quiet."
Mr. Steell shrugged his shoulders. Drily he said:
"Oh, I guess Ken is big enough to take care of himself. It does look as if it were tempting Providence to carry loose on one"s person valuables for so large an amount, but it"s hardly likely that any of the denizens of the underworld know of his departure. Still less that he is carrying a million loose in his clothes. I don"t see that there"s any reason to worry."
"That"s precisely my opinion," said a musical voice immediately behind them.
All started and looked up. Everyone had been so intent on the conversation that they had not noticed a man who had entered the room.
He was a tall, dark-complexioned man of five and thirty with strong, stern features, which, in repose, were actually forbidding. The mouth, partly concealed by a long, bristling moustache, was firm, suggesting relentless will power, and his eyes, restless, keen and searching, had taken in every person there long before anyone was aware of his presence. He was fashionably, even elegantly dressed, and on his left hand he wore a solitaire of uncommon size and l.u.s.ter. His hair, carefully curled, scented and parted, was extraordinarily dark, contrasting sharply with the unusual pallor of his face. He spoke low and musically, with a slight foreign accent.
Helen started involuntarily on hearing the sound of his voice, and a cloud pa.s.sed momentarily over her face. It lasted only a moment. She was too tactful, too much the woman of the world not to greet with at least apparent cordiality any visitor under her roof, no matter how unwelcome he might really be. Turning quickly, she advanced and held out her hand.
"How do you do, Signor Keralio? How you startled us! I did not hear you come in."
The newcomer"s black eyes flashed, and his thin lips parted in a smile as he bent low and ceremoniously kissed his hostess" hand in continental fashion. Fond, as are most men of the Latin race, of making extravagant compliments, he murmured softly:
"Your tiny ears, Madam, were not intended to distinguish such gross sounds as ordinary mortal"s footsteps. Dainty and delicately fashioned as the sh.e.l.ls strewn along the beach, they were modeled only to listen to the G.o.ds or re-echo the music of the murmuring sea." Apologetically he added:
"But I"m afraid I intrude. Possibly you discuss family affairs----"
A look of annoyance crossed Helen"s face. Quickly withdrawing her hand, she said:
"Oh, not at all. We were only talking about my husband. You know he sailed for South Africa two weeks ago. This is Mr. Steell, Signor Keralio. I think you know my sister. Mr. Parker--Signor Keralio."
The old gentleman nodded affably, and, putting on his gla.s.s, scrutinized the newcomer narrowly. The president of the Americo-African Mining Company had always made it a point not to neglect any chance introduction. He had no idea who the visitor was, but he looked prosperous. Possibly with a little careful manipulation, he might be induced to invest in some A. A. M. stock. Holding out his hand, he said affably:
"Signor Keralio---- Let me see. Where have I heard that name before?"
Ray came to the rescue.
"Signor Keralio is the well-known fencing master."
A look of disappointment came over the president"s face. Only a fencing master? Ugh! He was hardly worth bothering about. He wondered whether the business were profitable and if all fencing masters dressed like millionaires and had such polished manners. Helen explained:
"Signor Keralio is a friend of my husband. Kenneth enjoys fencing, and Signor Keralio is his teacher."
"Oh, yes, to be sure," smiled Mr. Parker. "Capital idea--splendid exercise. I"d try it myself, only I"m afraid I"d do my adversary some injury."
The Italian gave a low chuckle. With veiled irony, he said:
"Monsieur is right. He no doubt has a good eye, a supple wrist. An encounter might be very unpleasant for his opponent."
Ray, unable to control her mirth, hastily beat a retreat, followed more leisurely by Mr. Steell, and taking refuge at the far end of the room sat down at the piano, and began to play softly a Chopin nocturne.
Waving the newcomer to a seat, Mr. Parker offered him a cigar, which the fencing master, with a courteous bow, asked his hostess" permission to smoke.
"By all means," she said, "and with your permission I"ll leave you gentlemen alone a few moments. I have a letter to finish. It must go tonight to catch the boat."
"It"s to your husband, I wager," said Keralio, with a sardonic smile.
"An easy guess," she retorted. "I write him every day."
The fencing master gave a sigh as he exclaimed:
"Ah, such devotion is truly beautiful! Why have I never known such love as that?"
"Perhaps you never deserved it!" she retorted.
Mr. Parker chuckled.
"That"s what we in the American vernacular call "a knock-out.""
Helen laughed lightly. There was a swish of silken petticoats, and she disappeared in an alcove, where she sat down at a desk. Keralio looked after her with undisguised admiration and puffed his cigar in silence for a few moments. Then he said:
"It"s a big job which you and Traynor are doing out there in South Africa. I see by the papers that you"ve already made some valuable finds."
He appeared unconcerned, and looked narrowly at his _vis a vis_ to see what effect his words had on him, possibly to draw him out. But Mr.
Parker was too old a bird to be caught napping, even by a clever adventurer. Instantly on his guard, he said carelessly:
"The outlook is very bright, very promising indeed. Our stockholders are quite satisfied, and it is likely that we shall make good money.
But of course everything is in the experimental stage as yet."
"But you have found diamonds--big diamonds?"
"Oh, yes," replied the president with affected carelessness; "we have picked up a few stones. As I told you, the prospects are very promising."
"But haven"t you recently made some extraordinary finds?"
Mr. Parker shook his head.
"No--nothing worth mentioning.""