Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
"Then, in that event," drawled' O'Rourke, "and whatever it is, consider it refused, sans thanks, monsieur."
He started toward the hotel again; when a small, delicate yet heavy hand upon his sleeve constrained him to further attention.
"Let me suggest that you think twice."
"I have thought once, and that is sufficient." O'Rourke shook the hand from his arm roughly. "Let me tell ye, monsieur, me final word on the subject: I fight only for men who wear their shirts inside their trousers."
And still the diplomat restrained his rising anger.
"We will forget that—a childish quibble," he purred. "Think twice, monsieur, think twice! Remember, you Irish have no reason to love England."
"And damned little to fight her! We people of the Empire may have our private differences of opinion, but when it comes to outside interference, 'tis shoulder to shoulder we stand. Remember that. Remember also that, while me sword is for hire—and the more shame to me!—never yet has it been drawn in an evil cause. At least, it has fought for the right, Monsieur the Diplomatist. And that is the final word. I bid ye good evening."
This time there was no detaining him; the Russian recognized the fact, and had but one parting shot for O'Rourke.
"You will keep silence," he said.
O'Rourke halted and turned. "It is a matter of honor," he replied stiffly.
The prince laughed. "I did not ask, monsieur; I stated the fact—you will keep silence."
And O'Rourke went on to his room, pondering the hidden menace in the man's tone, and, "Danny," he told his man, "lay out me evening clothes; and, whilst I'm
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