That was a summary; the actual discussion was much longer and far more technical. Goschen was both a moneyman and a politician and wanted to know exactly what Stone was suggesting. The more he heard, the more Stone dealt with his objections, the more I could see him regaining confidence and determination.
Eventually Goschen sat back. “Any further comments?”
Wilkinson shook his head, and there was silence.
“Then I suggest we talk to the Russians once more. Mr. Stone, if you would be so good as to come with us?”
I was left out of that one. The deal was done; the French and the Russians had both got what they wanted, and the end of the crisis was in sight. All they had to do was send the telegrams to deposit money in the Bank of England and it would be over. I could still hardly believe it; Britain had got off lightly; astonishingly lightly.
“You look tired, my friend,” Elizabeth said. She had come when she heard the others marching down the corridor.
“I’m afraid you’ve been a guest in your own house this evening.”
“Yes, and my chef might resign tomorrow. The amount these people eat and drink is astonishing. It all seems quite good-tempered, though.”
“I think they’ve been thoroughly enjoying themselves,” I said. “It’s what they love more than anything. I don’t think it would suit me at all.” I yawned. “Lord, but I’m tired. I’ll sleep well tonight.”
There was a ring at the doorbell, and a few moments later a footman came in with a card on a tray.
“Please show M. Rouvier into the sitting room,” she said, then turned back to me. “That is where the French are?”
“Just in time to hear what has been agreed. Good.”
“I gather you visited Count Gurunjiev a few days ago.”
“Yes. And I apologise for mentioning your name. I did it very discreetly, though. I gave no hint at all of knowing anything about you, other than saying I was your friend.”
“Thank you. But please don’t do it again.”
“I promise.”
Fateful words. A few moments later the door opened and Goschen and Wilkinson came in, followed by Stone and Rothschild, who looked worried.
“Problem?” I asked.
“M. Rouvier is apparently shouting at the Governor of the Bank of France, telling him he had no right to agree to anything without his approval. And that he does not give his approval. To put it another way, he won’t take the deal. And if the French won’t the Russians won’t either. Come, gentlemen, let us go and talk this over.”
They trooped out again, leaving me with Stone and Elizabeth. He went and sat opposite her, and smiled gently.
“Well, this is a problem,” he said.
“You mean you didn’t foresee it?”
“What do you mean?”
I shook my head and frowned, thinking furiously. A whole host of little details, previously unconnected, seemingly random, seeming to be sticking themselves together into new and troubling patterns. And then, there it was. Undeniable.
“This is all you, isn’t it?” I said. “From the start.”
“I don’t think I understand.”
“When did you come up with this scheme? To create a crisis, and force a solution that allowed you to do as you wanted?”
He smiled. “You overestimate me, Mr. Cort. That does not happen often. I’m not used to it. What do you mean, my scheme?”
“The first time I met you you mentioned that the Government had forbidden you from working for the Russians. Now you will be able to do so with their blessing and appear a selfless patriot at the same time. The banks to organise all this, they will be the same as the ones leading the assault on London. Credit International, Banque de Bruges. This whole business could not possibly have taken place without you knowing about it long in advance.”
Stone, who had been examining a Chinese bowl on the mantelpiece, turned around.
“I haven’t broken it yet, you see,” she said. “And I have given it a place of honour.”
“I am flattered,” he said with a gentle smile.
Stone put it carefully back in its place, then stood back anxiously to make sure it wasn’t about to crash to the floor.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Cort. You were saying?”
“The Russians and the French could have destroyed London, but they are settling for a shipyard and a few bond issues. And, by pure coincidence, the owner of Britain’s biggest arms company is in a hotel down the road, ready to oblige. And you came up with this staggeringly complex scheme in the time it took to take a cab from the Louvre to here. How could anybody think of something that complicated in a matter of minutes?”
“I’m very good at my job.”
“Not that good. Not without thinking it out in advance.”
“I did not create this situation,” he said quietly. “Barings was going to fail anyway; that has been obvious for months. I merely made sure that I benefited. And that my country benefits as well.”
“What do you care about your country?”
“It may surprise you if I say I care a great deal. The Russians were going to get a shipyard; it was merely a matter of who built it and profited from it. They will be bound ever tighter to France, and that will make Germany…”
I held up my hand. “That was Wilkinson’s argument as well. Does this come from him as well? Was this his doing? A Civil Service plot to rewrite Britain’s foreign policy against the wishes of the Government and the electorate?”
“You sound very pompous for such a young man. We merely agree on certain matters. And you will discover there are many people who will be well satisfied how things have turned out,” he said.
“Goschen?”
“No. Not him. Nor the Prime Minister. But this is how Britain governs itself, and how its Empire prospers. And how governments take decisions the electorate does not wish to know about. Business needs to be protected from politicians. I could say that the country does as well.”
“And you make a lot of money out of it?”
“I do. That is my job.”
“But how did you get the French to agree? The Russians?”
“Everybody benefits, you know, and the Russians do like their bribes. Count Gurunjiev required prodigious amounts of money. Of course, he also has a fine triumph to take back with him to St. Petersburg.”
I came very close then to saying what the Count had done with Stone’s money, but stopped myself.
“And me? I didn’t even need bribing.”
“No. But you played your part very well. Do not think that your skills and intelligence are not appreciated. There is little point continuing this, you know.”
“I like to get things clear. The Government had to be panicked into realising that this was a plot that had its price, rather than the random chaos of the market. And I did that. I was essential for that. It had to be noticed in time. So you got me to do it. With just a little hint here and there from people like Netscher to point me in the right direction. So I would work out what was going on, frighten the life out of the Government…”
Stone nodded. “You deserve everybody’s thanks.”
But I wasn’t finished yet. There was something else as well. It niggled me. “So that’s the Russians. The French are a different matter. How did you plan to control them? The banks could be bought off with the promise of a free run at Russia, but what’s going on now? What about Rouvier?”
I paused and looked at him and finally understood. “Oh, my God. It’s out of control, isn’t it? Rouvier isn’t part of the plan. And he’s about to wreck everything.”
“It does seem that M. Rouvier is acting unreasonably at the moment,” Stone said quietly.
“You assumed that Rouvier would do what the banks and the Governor of the Bank of France told him.”
“What they told him was in the best interests of the country. Yes. And it is. Anyone but an idiot could see that.”
“Unfortunately he’s an idiot.”
“
It does seem that he dreams of some grand personal triumph.”
“He blocks the Bank of France, the Russians will follow suit and the deal is off. Do you have any idea what you have done?”
“Not all gambles pay off, unfortunately.”
“Is that all you can say?”
He shrugged perfectly calmly.
I couldn’t believe it. It was his calm, emotionless way of confronting what was happening that bowled me over. Mingled with that was my fury at what he had done to me. That was a weakness, I know. But he had deceived and manipulated me from beginning to end. Was that even why Wilkinson had sent me to Paris? Was that in his mind even then? Did he plan this so very far in advance?
I did not get the chance to ask. The door opened, and Rouvier came in, already wearing his winter coat and carrying his hat and gloves.
“Dear Countess, I come to take my leave of you, and to thank you once again for your hospitality,” he said as she rose from the sofa to have her hand kissed. “Alas, I wish the conversation had been as agreeable this evening as is customary in your house.”
“I am sorry you were disappointed, Minister,” she replied. “Can I not persuade you to stay a little longer?”
Rouvier had a look of such self-satisfaction that it was almost intolerable. “It is very late, and I think everything that can be said, has been. More importantly, I believe I will have a busy day tomorrow. A very busy day.”
“One moment, Minister,” I said. I still did not know precisely what I was going to say but I knew that the moment he was out the door all was lost.
“Mr.…?”
“Cort, sir. Henry Cort. I work for The Times newspaper.”
He looked puzzled by that, as well he might. “What could you possibly say of interest to me?”
I was completely without emotion. The fury at Stone was so intense that I didn’t even notice it; it was suffusing my being so much that it was all I was. I had a choice, and I took it fully aware of what I was doing. I can offer no excuse and no explanation which would not be false. I wanted to beat Stone, and hurt him. I wanted to show I could retrieve a situation when he had failed. Whatever the price, whatever was necessary to do it. And there was only one way. May God forgive me, I did not hesitate.
“Minister, you are a politician. You have been Prime Minister once, you may very well have the honour of that great position once more. I wish you well; I do not wish anything to stand in your way. Public spirit is a fine thing, and you have demonstrated over the years that you are a highly competent administrator.”
“Thank you, young man,” replied Rouvier, with a look of amused surprise on his face.
“Unfortunately, I will ensure that your career comes to an end unless you consider what I have to say. The Bank of France and most of the banking community of Paris desire to stave off a dreadful crisis which will plunge the whole of Europe into a terrible slump. The Bank cannot do so unless you give it permission. You will give that permission.”
“And why should I do that?” he asked in mocking astonishment.
“You want something else?”
“The evacuation of Egypt, the withdrawal of the Royal Navy from the waters off Siam, and a free hand in the Lebanon. I am afraid bankers have poor vision, and think only of money. I can see further than they. I am saving them from their small-mindedness.”
“That will not be possible.”
“In that case, we have no more to talk about.”
“I’m afraid we do,” I said. “We must also talk about the Countess von Futak.”
Elizabeth froze. She did not move, but I could see her eyes widening, and she took up that position—unnoticeably to anyone who did not know her as well as I did—that signified tension, watchfulness. Fear. Stone did not react at all. Not yet.
Rouvier smiled. “Ah, dear Elizabeth. I do hope you are not going to threaten to expose me. I really do not think that it would do my career any harm at all. Only the puritanical English could think of such a thing. In France we—”
“Yes, yes. I know all about that. Having conquered the Countess von Futak would indeed be a fine thing. But having paid for her out of Government funds is another matter. She is a very expensive woman, as Count Gurunjiev and many others will tell you. You didn’t think you were the only person she was skinning, do you? Surely not, a man of the world like you? You must have realised you were only one of heavens knows how many people she—what’s the word—entertains?”
He shot her a look of growing alarm. Stone still did nothing, but stood, hands in pockets, looking at Elizabeth, as he listened to my words, unable to take his eyes off her. I wanted to see the disgust and the revulsion spread into his face. He had everything. I was damned if he was going to have her as well.
Rouvier shrugged dismissively. “A small scandal which will be forgotten if I become known as the man who restored France to preeminence.”
“She’s not a countess, of course. You’ve been spending fifty thousand a month on a common streetwalker from Nancy. Didn’t you realise? What you paid ten thousand a night for, any soldier on the eastern frontier who wanted her has had for a franc. She is also a murderer, wanted for the cold-blooded slaughter of a client in Lyon.”
He was pale now, but still undecided. Elizabeth was sitting with her hands in her lap, quite unmoving, her self-control still total. Except that I could feel the numbness spreading through her, the chill of despair as she heard her life, her reputation dissolving as someone she trusted—perhaps the only person she had dared to trust—tore her life to shreds. It was a numbness that was in me, as well.
“Do you know of a man called Drumont?” I said quietly.
He stared at me.
“He is a journalist; a detestable man. Twisted, violent, hateful. I must say I cannot even be in the same room as him without feeling sick. But he has extraordinary ability. He hates all Republicans, all politicians. The delight he will get from grinding you into the dust will be very great. Destroying people is more than duty for him. It is a pleasure. Can you imagine the headlines? How he will enjoy himself? How your enemies will delight in hounding you from office? France may triumph, Minister. But you will not taste any of the fruits of victory. M. Drumont will see to that.”
“There is nothing that can be discovered,” he said airily. “Do you think I gave her receipts?”
“She keeps a diary,” I said wearily. “It is very detailed, in every respect. And she was a foreign spy. I can prove that also. I have details of payments made to her by the German military via the Bank of Hamburg. She passed on pillow talk for whatever price she could get. You will soon be able to read about it yourself. In his paper. In a couple of days, I imagine.”
“What do you want?”
“Three million sterling. In gold bullion. To be deposited with the Bank of England immediately. You may, if you wish, make an announcement via the Bank about international responsibilities, how France has decided to act to guarantee the stability of the money markets. Say what ever you wish to gain the maximum advantage from the situation. But the money will be deposited or the diaries will be published.”
“You are asking the impossible.”
“I think not. A word to the Governor of the Bank of France next door is all that is needed.”
“You cannot possibly think I will reverse myself like that? Even to save my own skin? My reputation—”
“—will be enhanced. You will have pulled off a masterstroke. Enhancing France’s international standing with one small gesture and at no cost at all.”
“It can’t be done.”
“It can be. So, what is your decision, Minister? Ridicule and possible prosecution for corruption, or a quiet but powerful reputation as the most skilful Treasury Minister the Republic has ever had?”
“I need time to reflect.”
“You don’t have time. You will go next door to your colleagues and agree to the deal they have so carefully worked out. You will go now.”
He was calculating
fast, not even able to look at Elizabeth, then threw down his hat and gloves and strode out of the room. I thought I had won, but wasn’t sure. That was not what was on my mind in any case. I did not really care. I wanted to beat Stone, that was all, show him I was as clever as he, and take away from him something he wanted at the same time. And I didn’t care how I did it.
Elizabeth sat, looking suddenly so tired, so reduced, trembling at what I had done, but unable to show any other emotion. She was in shock at the speed and ease with which I had torn her world to shreds, and trampled it into the dust. Because I had not hesitated, not tried to spare her in any way. She was merely a weapon in negotiations which I had used without hesitation. Her worst enemy had never betrayed her on such a scale. She couldn’t even look at me, could not raise her eyes to look at Stone, standing still by the fireplace.
Eventually she lifted her head, but to Stone, not me. “I imagine you will want to leave now, Mr. Stone,” she said so quietly I could only just hear her. “You realise, I am sure, that everything Mr. Cort said is true.”
Stone put his face in his hands and breathed deeply. I was no longer in the room for them. I didn’t exist. I stood up. Neither of them noticed. When I got to the door I turned.
“One more thing.”
“Go away, Cort,” he said wearily. “Leave this house.”
“I will. But I need to say this. Elizabeth, I am sorry. I did what I had to. But at least I have taken care of Drennan for you. He is dead. I will recover the diaries and deliver them to you, unread.”
And here Stone whirled round. “What?”
“It is not something that concerns you, Mr. Stone.”
“I think it is. You say Drennan is dead?”
I frowned in puzzlement. “You know him?”
“What happened?”