But, in sum, it seemed that the fall of Halderschrodt would mean a sort of incredibly vast Black Monday--a frightful thing in the existing state of public confidence, but one which did not mean much to me.

I forget how she said she had been able to put the screw on him.

Halderschrodt, as you must remember, was the third of his colossal name, a man without much genius and conscious of the lack, obsessed with the idea of operating some enormous coup, like the founder of his dynasty, something in which foresight in international occurrence played a chief part.

That idea was his weakness, the defect of his mind, and she had played on that weakness.

I forget, I say, the details, if I ever heard them; they concerned themselves with a dynastic revolution somewhere, a revolution that was to cause a slump all over the world, and that had been engineered in our Salon.