"There is your employer, and mine--speak."
Von Kerber could not be other than dramatic. He pointed to Mr. Fenshawe
with a fine gesture.
"I have not much to say, unless in the form of opinions. You certainly
were attacked at Marseilles, and you yourself charged one of your
assailants with stealing the papyrus. Beyond that, I know little of
your business, though, from letters and cablegrams which reached me at
various places, it seems to have been quite extensively known in
London."
"Who was your informant?" asked Fenshawe.
"A solicitor named Forbes. He is not personally acquainted with Baron
von Kerber, but this man Alfieri, of whom we have heard so much,
employed private detectives. They, in the course of events, discovered
my identity, and met Mr. Forbes. It is only fair to Baron von Kerber to
say that I have never heard his version of the charge brought against
him by Alfieri."
"I have," said the millionaire, grimly.
There was no mistaking the inference to be drawn from his words. Von
Kerber was wholly discredited.
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