The millionaire"s tone did not change in the least, and he continued to admire the waistcoat. His manner might have disconcerted a person of less a.s.surance than the Greek, but in the matter of nerves the two financiers were well matched.
"Yes," Logotheti answered, "and the anonymous letter was about you, and contained some of the stories that are printed in this article."
"Oh, it did, did it?"
"Yes. There was an account of your interview with the Primadonna at a hotel in New York. I remember that particularly well."
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yes. The ident.i.ty of the handwriting and the similarity of the wording make it look as if the article and the letter had been written by the same person."
"Well, suppose they were--I don"t see anything funny about that."
Thereupon Mr. Van Torp turned at last from the contemplation of the waistcoat and looked out of the bay-window at the distant trees, as if he were excessively weary of Logotheti"s talk.
"It occurred to me," said the latter, "that you might like to stop any further allusions to Miss Donne, and that if you happened to recognize the handwriting you might be able to do so effectually."
"There"s nothing against Madame Cordova in the article," answered Mr.
Van Torp, and his aggressive blue eyes turned sharply to his visitor"s almond-shaped brown ones. "You can"t say there"s a word against her."
"There may be in the next one," suggested Logotheti, meeting the look without emotion. "When people send anonymous letters about broadcast to injure men like you and me, they are not likely to stick at such a matter as a woman"s reputation."
"Well--maybe not." Mr. Van Torp turned his sharp eyes elsewhere. "You seem to take quite an interest in Madame Cordova, Mr. Logotheti," he observed, in an indifferent tone.
"I knew her before she went on the stage, and I think I may call myself a friend of hers. At all events, I wish to spare her any annoyance from the papers if I can, and if you have any regard for her you will help me, I"m sure."
"I have the highest regard for Madame Cordova," said Mr. Van Torp, and there was a perceptible change in his tone; "but after this, I guess the best way I can show it is to keep out of her track. That"s about all there is to do. You don"t suppose I"m going to bring an action against that paper, do you?"
"Hardly!" Logotheti smiled.
"Well, then, what do you expect me to do, Mr. Logotheti?"
Again the eyes of the two men met.
"I"ll tell you," answered the Greek. "The story about your visit to Miss Donne in New York is perfectly true."
"You"re pretty frank," observed the American.
"Yes, I am. Very good. The man who wrote the letter and the article knows you, and that probably means that you have known him, though you may never have taken any notice of him. He hates you, for some reason, and means to injure you if he can. Just take the trouble to find out who he is and suppress him, will you? If you don"t, he will throw more mud at honest women. He is probably some underling whose feelings you have hurt, or who has lost money by you, or both."
"There"s something in that," answered Mr. Van Torp, showing a little more interest. "Do you happen to have any of his writing about you?
I"ll look at it."
Logotheti took a letter and a torn piece of brown paper from his pocket and handed both to his companion.
"Read the letter, if you like," he said. "The handwriting seems to be the same as that on the wrapper."
Mr. Van Torp first compared the address, and then proceeded to read the anonymous letter. Logotheti watched his face quietly, but it did not change in the least. When he had finished, he folded the sheet, replaced it in the envelope, and returned it with the bit of paper.
"Much obliged," he said, and he looked out of the window again and was silent.
Logotheti leaned back in his chair as he put the papers into his pocket again, and presently, as Mr. Van Torp did not seem inclined to say anything more, he rose to go. The American did not move, and still looked out of the window.
"You originally belonged to the East, Mr. Logotheti, didn"t you?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes. I"m a Greek and a Turkish subject."
"Do you happen to know the Patriarch of Constantinople?"
Logotheti stared in surprise, taken off his guard for once.
"Very well indeed," he answered after an instant. "He is my uncle."
"Why, now, that"s quite interesting!" observed Mr. Van Torp, rising deliberately and thrusting his hands into his pockets.
Logotheti, who knew nothing about the details of Lady Maud"s pending divorce, could not imagine what the American was driving at, and waited for more. Mr. Van Torp began to walk up and down, with his rather clumsy gait, digging his heels into vivid depths of the new Smyrna carpet at every step.
"I wasn"t going to tell you," he said at last, "but I may just as well. Most of the accusations in that letter are lies. I didn"t blow up the subway. I know it was done on purpose, of course, but I had nothing to do with it, and any man who says I had, takes me for a fool, which you"ll probably allow I"m not. You"re a man of business, Mr. Logotheti. There had been a fall in Nickel, and for weeks before the explosion I"d been making a considerable personal sacrifice to steady things. Now you know as well as I do that all big accidents are bad for the market when it"s shaky. Do you suppose I"d have deliberately produced one just then? Besides, I"m not a criminal. I didn"t blow up the subway any more than I blew up the Maine to bring on the Cuban war! The man"s a fool."
"I quite agree with you," said the Greek, listening with interest.
"Then there"s another thing. That about poor Mrs. Moon, who"s gone out of her mind. It"s nonsense to say I was the reason of Bamberger"s divorcing his wife. In the first place, there are the records of the divorce, and my name was never mentioned. I was her friend, that"s all, and Bamberger resented it--he"s a resentful sort of man anyway.
He thought she"d marry me as soon as he got the divorce. Well, she didn"t. She married old Alvah Moon, who was the only man she ever cared for. The Lord knows how it was, but that wicked old scarecrow made all the women love him, to his dying day. I had a high regard for Mrs. Bamberger, and I suppose she was right to marry him if she liked him. Well, she married him in too much of a hurry, and the child that was born abroad was Bamberger"s and not his, and when he found it out he sent the girl East and would never see her again, and didn"t leave her a cent when he died. That"s the truth about that, Mr. Logotheti. I tell you because you"ve got that letter in your pocket, and I"d rather have your good word than your bad word in business any day."
"Thank you," answered Logotheti. "I"m glad to know the facts in the case, though I never could see what a man"s private life can have to do with his reputation in the money market!"
"Well, it has, in some countries. Different kinds of cats have different kinds of ways. There"s one thing more, but it"s not in the letter, it"s in the article. That"s about Countess Leven, and it"s the worst lie of the lot, for there"s not a better woman than she is from here to China. I"m not at liberty to tell you anything of the matter she"s interested in and on which she consults me. But her father is my next neighbour here, and I seem to be welcome at his house; he"s a pretty sensible man, and that makes for her, it seems to me. As for that husband of hers, we"ve a good name in America for men like him.
We"d call him a skunk over there. I suppose the English word is polecat, but it doesn"t say as much. I don"t think there"s anything else I want to tell you."
"You spoke of my uncle, the Patriarch," observed Logotheti.
"Did I? Yes. Well, what sort of a gentleman is he, anyway?"
The question seemed rather vague to the Greek.
"How do you mean?" he inquired, b.u.t.toning his coat over the wonderful waistcoat.
"Is he a friendly kind of a person, I mean? Obliging, if you take him the right way? That"s what I mean. Or does he get on his ear right away?"
"I should say," answered Logotheti, without a smile, "that he gets on his ear right away--if that means the opposite of being friendly and obliging. But I may be prejudiced, for he does not approve of me."
"Why not, Mr. Logotheti?"
"My uncle says I"m a pagan, and worship idols."
"Maybe he means the Golden Calf," suggested Mr. Van Torp gravely.
Logotheti laughed.