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"Read them," I said. "The originals passed through Bernheim's hands this afternoon 'while en route, as he puts it." He read them carefully. "You contemplate giving them an audience?" he asked. "Exactly that," said I. "Is it feasible?" "Bernheim says it is." He looked at me thoughtfully, a moment. "It would be a great stroke to have the King there," he said.
My last order, before we left the Epsau, was that you were indisposed and had retired and, on no account, were you to be disturbed without Bernheim's express permission. But, servants are purchasable and spies are plenty, and Lotzen knows how to reach the first and use the second. On the whole, it is likely he has been advised that you are here, though he may not know your costume.
I had liked Bernheim's manner, and I was willing to risk an Irishman's faith to his chief. I asked, only, whether either was an intimate of the Duke of Lotzen. "That is a perfectly reasonable question," said Frederick instantly. "I know that Bernheim has never liked the Heir Presumptive and that Moore is not a favorite with the Prince." "Then, I am quite content with them," said I.
But she only laughed again. "Which simply proves Colonel Bernheim's wonderful agility," she said. "He must be a most valuable Aide." I closed the door. "We are drifting from the point," I said. "You did me the honor to request an interview." "Not exactly, my dear Armand. I sought admittance to my husband." "By 'husband' you mean ?" I asked. She smiled tolerantly.
"Listen," said I. "He reached Dornlitz two days ago. Yesterday afternoon he insulted me repeatedly in my office at Headquarters. Last night I attended the Vierle Masque. While in the Garden I was struck in the back with a dagger." "Stabbed!" she exclaimed, and clutched my arm. "No, dear not even scratched, thanks to Bernheim's steel vest I was wearing.
"See that feller over there?" He pointed to a spectacled individual who seemed lost in melancholy speculation at the rail "Says he's a Belgian lieutenant. Been over here trying to get cloth. Says he can't get it, the firms over here haven't got the colors. Just think of it, there isn't a pound of Bernheim's blue in the whole country!"
The patient fancied she was somebody else, and as such, and in this roundabout manner, we satisfactorily attained the object proposed." The following is Professor Delboeuf's account of Dr. Bernheim's mode of suggestion at the hospital at Nancy. A robust old man of about seventy-five years of age, paralyzed by sciatica, which caused him intense pain, was brought in.
It was just six o'clock. "There is ample time," said I; "and it's worth the try. Can it be arranged, do you think?" Bernheim's face brightened. "It can, sir. If it's the room I think it is, there will be no difficulty; and we can depend on the manager he has been well trained by the Secret Police. You will come?" "Yes, I'll come; but they come, too," and I nodded toward the table.
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