second – really the middle chair – down. And then with a swift movement, one of the newcomers brushed past the cupboard and took the chair opposite Mosgorovsky. Whoever sat there had, of course, their back directly turned to Bundle – and it was at that back that Bundle was staring with a good deal of interest, for it was the back of a singularly beautiful woman very much dйcolletй.
It was she who spoke first. Her voice was musical, foreign – with a deep seductive note in it. She was glancing towards the empty chair at the head of the table.
'So we are not to see No. 7 tonight?' she said. 'Tell me, my friends, shall we ever see him?'
'That's darned good,' said the American. 'Darned good! As for seven o'clock – I'm beginning to believe there is no such person.'
'I should not advise you to think that, my friend,' said the Russian pleasantly.
There was a silence – rather an uncomfortable silence. Bundle felt.
She was still staring as though fascinated at the beautiful back in front of her. There was a tiny black mole just below the right shoulder blade that enhanced the whiteness of the skin. Bundle felt that at last the term 'beautiful adventuress,' so often read, had a real meaning for her. She was quite certain that this woman had a beautiful face – a dark Slavonic face with passionate eyes. She was recalled from her imaginings by the voice of the Russian, who seemed to act as master of ceremonies.
'Shall we get on with our business? First to our absent comrade! No. 2!'
He made a curious gesture with his hand towards the turned down chair next to the woman, which everyone present imitated, turning to the chair as they did so.
'I wish No. 2 were with us tonight,' he continued. 'There are many things to be done. Unsuspected difficulties have arisen.'
'Have you had his report?' It was the American who spoke.
'As yet – I have nothing from him.' There was a pause. 'I cannot understand it.'
'You think it may have – gone astray?'
'That is – a possibility.'
'In other words,' said five o'clock softly, 'there is – danger.'
He spoke the word delicately – and yet with relish.
The Russian nodded emphatically.
'Yes – there's danger. Too much is getting known about us – about this place. I know of several people who suspect.' He added coldly: 'They must be silenced.'
Bundle felt a little cold shiver pass down her spine. If she were to be found, would she be silenced? She was recalled suddenly to attention by a word.
'So nothing has come to light about Chimneys?'
Mosgorovsky shook his head.
'Nothing.'
Suddenly No. 5 leant forward.
'I agree with Anna; where is our president – No. 7? He who called us into being. Why do we never see him?'
'No. 7,' said the Russian, 'has his own ways of working.'
'So you always say.'
'I will say more,' said Mosgorovsky. 'I pity the man – or woman – who comes up against him.'
There was an awkward silence.
'We must get on with our business,' said Mosgorovsky quietly. 'No. 3, you have the plans of Wyvern Abbey?'
Bundle strained her ears. So far she had neither caught a glimpse of No. 3, nor had she heard his voice. She heard it now and recognised it as unmistakable. Low, pleasant, indistinct – the voice of a well-bred Englishman.
'I've got them here, sir.'
Some papers were shoved across the table. Everyone bent forward. Presently Mosgorovsky raised his head again.
'And the list of guests?'
'Here.'
The Russian read them.
'Sir Stanley Digby. Mr. Terence O'Rourke. Sir Oswald and Lady Coote. Mr. Bateman. Countess Anna Radzky. Mrs. Macatta. Mr. James Thesiger –'
He paused and then asked sharply:
'Who is Mr. James Thesiger?'
The American laughed.
'I guess you needn't worry any about him. The usual complete young ass.'
The Russian continued reading.
'Herr Eberhard and Mr. Eversleigh. That completes the list.'
'Does it?' said Bundle silently. 'What about that sweet girl, Lady Eileen Brent?'
'Yes, there seems nothing to worry about there,' said Mosgorovsky. He looked across the table. 'I suppose there's no doubt whatever about the value of Eberhard's invention?'
Three o'clock made a laconic British reply.
'None whatever.'
'Commercially it should be worth millions,' said the Russian. 'And internationally – well, one knows only too well the greed of nations.'
Bundle had an idea that behind his mask he was smiling unpleasantly.
'Yes,' he went on. 'A gold mine.'
'Well worth a few lives,' said No. 5 cynically, and laughed.
'But you know what inventors are,' said the American. 'Sometimes these darned things won't work.'
'A man like Sir Oswald Coote will have made no mistake,' said Mosgorovsky.
'Speaking as an aviator myself,' said No. 5, 'the thing is perfectly feasible. It has been discussed for years – but it needed the genius of Eberhard to bring it to fruition.'
'Well,' said Mosgorovsky, 'I don't think we need discuss matters any further. You have all seen the plans. I do not think our original scheme can be bettered. By the way, I hear something about a letter of Gerald Wade's that has been found – a letter that mentions this organisation. Who found it?'
'Lord Cunningham's daughter – Lady Eileen Brent.'
'Bauer should have been on to that,' said Mosgorovsky. 'It was careless of him. Who was the letter written to?'
'His sister, I believe,' said No. 3.
'Unfortunate,' said Mosgorovsky. 'But it cannot be helped. The inquest on Ronald Devereux is tomorrow. I suppose that has been arranged for?'
'Reports as to local lads having been practising with rifles have been spread everywhere,' said the American.
'That should be all right then. I think there is nothing further to be said. I think we must all congratulate our dear one o'clock and wish her luck in the part she has to play.'
'Hurrah!' cried No. 5. 'To Anna!'
All hands flew out in the same gesture which Bundle had noticed before.
'To Anna!'
One o'clock acknowledged the salutation with a typically foreign gesture. Then she rose to her feet and the others followed suit.
For the first time, Bundle caught a glimpse of No. 3 as he came to put Anna's cloak round her – a tall, heavily built man.
Then the party filed out through the secret door. Mosgorovsky secured it after them. He waited a few moments and then Bundle heard him unbolt the other door and pass through, after extinguishing the electric light. It was not until two hours later that a white and anxious Alfred came to release Bundle. She almost fell into his arms and he had to hold her up.
