Rotherick. "Very well,
gentlemen! I hope you never will have cause to remember my warning!"
It was just as the ladies were leaving the table that Enoch said to
Mrs. Rotherick: "Will you be so kind as to write me a letter telling me
of your suspicions of Germany in Mexico? I shall treat it as
confidential."
Mrs. Rotherick nodded, and he did not see her again that evening. Just
before Enoch departed for his engagement with Senor Cadiz, the
Ambassador buttonholed him.
"Look here, Huntingdon," he said, "that little Mrs. Rotherick knows a
thing or two. She's better informed on international relations than
many chaps in the diplomatic service. If I were you I'd pump her."
"Thanks, Mr. Johns-Eaton," replied Enoch. "Look here, just how much of
a row are you fellows going to make about those mines in the Alaskan
border country? Why shouldn't Canada take that trouble on?"
"Just how much trouble are you going to make about the seal
misunderstanding?" demanded Johns-Eaton.
"Well," replied Enoch, with a wide smile, "I have a new gelding I'd
like to try out, to-morrow morning. If you'll join me at seven-thirty
on that rack of bones you call a bay mare, I'll tell you all I know."
"You will, like thunder!" laughed Johns-Eaton.
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