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Title: The Double Traitor
Author: E. Phillips Oppenheim
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THE DOUBLE TRAITOR

BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM
1915
CHAPTER I
The woman leaned across the table towards her companion.
"My friend," she said, "when we first met--I am ashamed, considering
that I dine alone with you to-night, to reflect how short a time ago--you
spoke of your removal here from Paris very much as though it were a
veritable exile. I told you then that there might be surprises in store for
you. This restaurant, for instance! We both know our Paris, yet do we
lack anything here which you find at the Ritz or Giro's?"
The young man looked around him appraisingly. The two were dining
at one of the newest and most fashionable restaurants in Berlin. The
room itself, although a little sombre by reason of its oak panelling, was
relieved from absolute gloom by the lightness and elegance of its
furniture and appointments, the profusion of flowers, and the soft grey
carpet, so thickly piled that every sound was deadened. The delicate
strains of music came from an invisible orchestra concealed behind a
canopy of palms. The head-waiters had the correct clerical air, half
complacent, half dignified. Among the other diners were many
beautiful women in marvellous toilettes. A variety of uniforms, worn
by the officers at different tables, gave colour and distinction to a tout
ensemble with which even Norgate could find no fault.
"Germany has changed very much since I was here as a boy," he
confessed. "One has heard of the growing wealth of Berlin, but I must
say that I scarcely expected--"
He hesitated. His companion laughed softly at his embarrassment.
"Do not forget," she interrupted, "that I am Austrian--Austrian, that is
to say, with much English in my blood. What you say about Germans
does not greatly concern me."

"Of course," Norgate resumed, as he watched the champagne poured
into his glass, "one is too much inclined to form one's conclusions
about a nation from the types one meets travelling, and you know what
the Germans have done for Monte Carlo and the Riviera--even, to a
lesser extent, for Paris and Rome. Wherever they have been, for the last
few years, they seem to have left the trail of the nouveaux riches. It is
not only their clothes but their manners and bearing which affront."
The woman leaned her head for a moment against the tips of her slim
and beautifully cared for fingers. She looked steadfastly across the table
at her vis-à-vis.
"Now that you are here," she said softly, "you must forget those things.
You are a diplomatist, and it is for you, is it not, outwardly, at any rate,
to see only the good of the country in which your work lies."
Norgate flushed very slightly. His companion's words had savoured
almost of a reproof.
"You are quite right," he admitted. "I have been here for a month,
though, and you are the first person to whom I have spoken like this.
And you yourself," he pointed out, "encouraged me, did you not, when
you insisted upon your Austro-English nationality?"
"You must not take me too seriously," she begged, smiling. "I spoke
foolishly, perhaps, but only for your good. You see, Mr. Francis
Norgate, I am just a little interested in you and your career."
"And I, dear Baroness," he replied, smiling across at her, "am more
than a little interested in--you."
She unfurled her fan.
"I believe," she sighed, "that you are going to flirt with me."
"I should enter into an unequal contest," Norgate asserted. "My
methods would seem too clumsy, because I should be too much in
earnest."

"Whatever the truth may be about your methods," she declared, "I
rather like them, or else I should not be risking my reputation in this
still prudish city by dining with you alone and without a chaperon. Tell
me a little about yourself. We have met three times, is it not--once at
the Embassy, once at the Palace, and once when you paid me that call.
How old are you? Tell me about your people in England, and where
else