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Chapter 20 The Devil’s Auction
Chapter 20 The Devil’s AuctionI said as little as possible during the drive homeward. My companion was equally silent. No doubt he, like myself, was bracing himself for a duel of wits. As soon as we were safe in my private room at the hotel, with a bottle of vodka and a box of cigars in front of us, I opened the discussion with my habitual directness. “I need not tell you, M. Auguste, that I have not invited you here to discuss questions of psychology. I am a politician, and it matters nothing to me whether I am dealing with a ghost or a man, provided I can make myself understood.” M. Auguste bowed. “For instance, it is quite clear that the interesting revelations we have had to-night would not have been made without your good will. It is to be presumed, therefore, that if
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