He saw my news written in my face.
"She has failed," he murmured.
"Utterly!" I answered.
We were both silent for a moment. The crisis of our fortunes had come,
and, for the first time, I saw Guest falter. He removed his spectacles
for a moment, and there was despair in his eyes.
"To think that we should have done so much--in vain," he muttered. "If
one could think of it, there must be a way out."
His head drooped for a moment, and, glancing up, I saw Hirsch's dark
inquisitive face watching us through the glass.
"Put on your spectacles and be careful," I whispered. "We are being
watched."
Guest was himself again in a moment. I stepped out into the restaurant,
where a few early luncheon guests were already arriving, and attended to
my duties as well as I could. Hirsch and his wife were at their usual
corner table, and they were presently joined by Marx, and two others of
the committee before whom I had appeared. They all carried newspapers,
and their conversation, though constant and animated, always languished
at my approach--a fact which somewhat alarmed me.
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