“You are a politician, then?” he asked, slowly.
“I am a politician,” De Grost admitted. “I represent a great secret power which has sprung into existence during the last few years. Our aim, at present, is to bring closer together your country and Great Britain. Russia hesitates because an actual rapprochement with us is equivalent to a permanent estrangement with Germany.”
Hagon nodded.
“I understand,” he said, in a low tone. “I have finished with politics. I have nothing to say to you.”
“I trust,” De Grost persisted, suavely, “that you will be better advised.”
Hagon turned round and faced him.
“Sir,” he demanded, “do you believe that I am afraid of death?”
De Grost looked at him steadfastly.
“No,” he answered, “you have proved the contrary.”
“If my identity is discovered,” Hagon continued, “I have the means of instant death at hand. I do not use it because of my love for the one person who links me to this world. For her sake I live, and for her sake I bear always the memory of the shameful past. Publish my name and whereabouts, if you will. I promise you that I will make the tragedy complete. But for the rest, I refuse to pay your price. A great power trusted me, and whatever its motives may have been, its money came very near indeed to freeing my people. I have nothing more to say to you, sir.”