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When Jennie returned to Vienna, and was once more installed in her luxurious rooms at the Palace Steinheimer, she received in due time a copy of the Daily Bugle, sent to her under cover as a registered letter. The girl could not complain that the editor had failed to make the most of the news she had sent him.
On the other hand, her friendship with the Princess von Steinheimer gave her such influence with the Chief's superiors, that, after the lesson she had taught him, he might hesitate to make any move against her.
Jennie picked up the glove which, alas! she had paid for and only worn on one occasion and smoothed it out between her fingers. It was docketed "G; made by Gaunt et Cie, Boulevard Hausmann; purchased in Paris by one alleging herself to be the Princess von Steinheimer." "You have found out all about it," said Jennie, as she finished reading the label.
It wouldn't be bad tactics to let him know that you are acting merely in an amateur way, and that you have no desire to rob the police of their glory when it comes to the solving of the problem." Promptly at four o'clock the Director of the Police put in an appearance at the Palace Steinheimer.
A year or two ago she married Prince Konrad von Steinheimer; you may remember having read about it in the papers?" "Oh, yes; the usual international match the girl after the title, he after the money."
"What do you mean, Miss Baxter?" "Well, you met Prince von Steinheimer; what do you think of him?" "I thought him an overbearing bully, if you ask me. I can't imagine what English or American girls see in those foreigners to cause them to marry. It is the titles, I suppose.
It was quite evident that the girl had no desire to meet his Excellency, which is not to be wondered at, as she had already encountered him three times in her capacity of journalist. He not only knew the Princess von Steinheimer, but he knew Jennie Baxter as well. She leaned back in her chair and said wearily, "I seem to be having rather an abundance of diplomatic society this evening.
"Well, many things have happened since yesterday. We are now dealing with to-day, and with the Princess von Steinheimer." "She is a German princess, of course?" "An Austrian princess, but an American woman. She was a Miss Briggs of Chicago; a daughter of Briggs, the railway millionaire, worth somewhere between twenty and twenty-five millions dollars, of course.
Here have I been 'holding up' the Chief of Police in this Imperial city as if I were a wild western brigand. I have been terrorizing the man, brow-beating him, threatening him, and he the person who has the liberty of all Vienna in his hands; who can have me dragged off to a dungeon-cell any time he likes to give the order." "Not from the Palace Steinheimer," said the Princess, with decision.
"My husband condescends to take considerable interest in you. Passing along the corridor this morning, I heard your voices in most animated conversation." "Had you sufficient interest in our discussion to stop and listen to what we said, Princess von Steinheimer?" "Ah, now you are becoming insolent, and I must ask you to consider your engagement with me at an end."
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