The Councillors of Falconhoe by Fred M. White

After all, it was not quite so easy as Jelicorse had anticipated. For the moment he had quite forgotten Inez Salviati, and when he thought matters over, he decided against turning his back on Berlin for good, so long as her engagements kept up there. There would be a most sensational trial of Barrados and his crew before very long, and fierce partisanship would be aroused. There could only be one possible end to the trial, but meanwhile the leaders of the monarchist party would leave no stone unturned to save the murderous crew that they regarded as the purest patriots. And once passions were aroused, it might possibly be unsafe for Inez to be left in Berlin alone. Lots of people would know the part she had played in exposing the latest assault on civilisation, and therefore Inez would require to be carefully watched. She had still some days of her contract to run, and Jelicorse would not feel easy in his mind until he had escorted her back to London, where she had a contract at Covent Garden some weeks later. Therefore, it was arranged that the Councillors should remain in the city on the Spree for the moment, though Enderby might take a day or two off to go as far as Paris and interview the journalists there. Meanwhile, both the Pevensey sisters obstinately declined to turn their backs upon Inez, until they could all leave together.

Enderby sat in the lounge of the Paris Metropole a day or two later, the admired centre of a throng of journalists representing every important newspaper in the world.