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But let us give him his true name Prince Konrad, the last of the Walmodens, a cashiered gamester." Only Fitzgerald showed any surprise. Maurice once saw that the others were in the secret. They knew the Colonel. Did they know why he was in Bleiberg? Let them find it out for themselves. He would not lift a finger to aid them. He leaned back and yawned.
Old Stuler's was thronged. Stuler himself looked on indifferently, even listlessly. He had heard of Kopf's death. It was half after five of the afternoon. Six miles beyond the Althofen bridge, in all thirteen miles from Bleiberg, a long, low cloud of dust hung over the king's highway.
"To Bleiberg, is it?" "And without loss of time. When we cross the Thalians I shall be perfectly willing to parley with you." "To Bleiberg, then," said Maurice. "Since that is my destination, the devil I care how I get there." "Do you mean to tell me that you are going to Bleiberg?" surprise mingling with his impatience. "No place else." "Are you a spy?" menacingly. "No more than you."
Maurice murmured, as the scheme of Madame's flashed through his mind. "What a woman! And she had the audacity to kidnap you, too!" "And by the most dishonorable device. I and my suite of gentlemen were coming to Bleiberg to make the final arrangements. At Ehrenstein I received a telegram which requested me to visit till the following train a baron who was formerly a comrade of my father.
The British minister is worried over the disappearance of a fellow-countryman, Lord Fitzgerald. He set out for Bleiberg, leaving instructions to look him up if nothing was heard of him within a week. Two weeks have gone. Knowing you to be in Bleiberg, I believed you might take the trouble to look into the affair. The British ambassador hints at strange things, as if he feared foul play.
Maurice became resigned. To him the present dynasty was as fragile as glass, and it needed but one strong blow to shatter it into atoms. And the one hope rode at his side, sullen and wrathful, but impotent; the one hope the king had to save his throne. He had come to Bleiberg in search of excitement, but this was altogether more than he had bargained for.
"There will be some fine doings in the good city of Bleiberg before the month is gone. The minister from the duchy has been given his passports. Every one concedes that trouble is likely to ensue. Baron von Rumpf " "Baron von Rumpf," repeated the Englishman thoughtfully. "Yes; he is not a man to submit to accusations without making a disagreeable defense." "What does the duke say?" "The duke?"
But has the archbishop got them? I wish I knew. That's all there is to the story." "And her Royal Highness's dog?" slyly. "What! Did you hear about that?" Maurice flushed. "There is little going on in Bleiberg that we don't hear about. The princess is charming. Poor girl!" "Madame's victory will have a strange odor. Can she not let the king die in peace?" "My son, she dares not.
Even the hotel waiters are disquieting; there is that embarrassing atmosphere about them which suggests nobility in durance vile. As for me, I prefer Kentucky, where every man is a colonel, and you never make a mistake. And these kingdoms!" He indulged in subdued laughter. "They are always like comic operas. Heigho! and not a soul in Bleiberg knows me, nor cares.
Those solemn affairs of the archbishop's, given once the week for the benefit of the corps diplomatique, were dull and spiritless. Her Royal Highness was seldom seen, save when she drove through the streets. Persons who remembered the reign before told what a mad, gay court it had been. Now it was funereal. The youth and beauty of Bleiberg held a court of its own.
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