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Inez listened with just a shade of curiosity in her eyes, but seemed to pay no attention to the telegram which had brought a livid grey to Barrados's face, and caused him to break out into a volley of execrations. Anyhow, apparently, it was no business of hers, and if she had been attempting to convey the impression that the incident rather annoyed her, she was certainly succeeding beyond her wildest expectations. All the same, she knew exactly what the telegram meant, and she was going to convey the information on to Enderby and Farncombe without much delay.
Meanwhile, she stood there, a picture of grace and beauty, dominating the hearts of all of them, as she did indeed, with practically every man with whom she came in contact. Indeed, her progress had been absolutely phenomenal. The unknown singer of a few weeks ago was now a sort of queen. Her name was on every lip, her photograph in every shop window, and no paper was complete without a few paragraphs concerning the latest doings and sayings of the great diva. Even in the short time she had been in Berlin she had managed to wind most of the leading men around her little finger, and though the more serious-minded among the governing classes remained aloof, she had no trouble in coming in contact with those whom she most desired to fascinate.