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for the Prince of Cabano, the sum of five thousand dollars, in consideration of which I have delivered to the said Prince of Cabano the body of my niece, Estella Washington; and I hereby agree, as the custodian of the said Estella Washington, never to demand any further payment, from the said Prince of Cabano, on account of my said niece, and never to reclaim her; and I also pledge myself never to reveal to any of the relatives of the said Estella Washington her place of residence.
"Is that the explanation," I asked, "of the policeman releasing his grip upon my coat?" "Yes," he replied, quietly. "Now," said I, "who is this Prince Cabano, and how does he happen to be called Prince? I thought your Republic eschewed all titles of nobility." "So it does," he replied, "by law. But we have a great many titles which are used socially, by courtesy.
Altogether the face reminded me of the portraits of Napoleon the Third, who was thought by many to have had little of Napoleon in him except the name. There was about Prince Cabano that air of confidence and command which usually accompanies great wealth or success of any kind. Extraordinary power produces always the same type of countenance.
Their conclusions were conveyed by the president Prince Cabano to one man, who at once communicated what was needful to their greater agents, and these in turn to the lesser agents; and so the streams of authority flowed, with lightninglike speed, to the remotest parts of the so-called Republic; and many a man was struck down, ruined, crushed, destroyed, who had little suspicion that the soundless bolt which slew him came from that faraway chamber.
"What effect has his flight had on the mob?" I asked. "A terrible effect. They are wild with suspicions and full of rumors. They gathered, in a vast concourse, around the Cabano palace, to prevent Caesar leaving them, like the cripple. They believe that he, too, has another hundred millions hidden in the cellars of the palace. They clamored for him to appear. The tumult of the mob was frightful.
Then the tramp of the marching masses past our doors ceased; and for a time the silence was profound. So far not a soldier or policeman had been visible. The Oligarchy were evidently carrying out the plan of the Prince of Cabano. They were permitting the insurgents to construct their "rat-trap" without interruption.
"Be kind enough to stand up," said the cripple to me. I did so. "Did you ever see that man before?" he asked the general. The general looked at me intently. "Never," he replied. "Have you ever seen this man before?" he asked me. "Yes," I replied. "When and where?" "Last night; at the palace of Prince Cabano in his council-chamber." "Proceed, and tell the whole story." I did so.
"Gabriel Weltstein," said the giant, in the same stern, loud voice, "each person in this room will now pass before you, the officers last; and, under the solemn oath you have taken, I call upon you to say whether the spy you saw last night in the council-chamber of the Prince of Cabano is among them.
"Jury!" he said, with a bitter smile; "it is plain to see you are a stranger and come from a newly settled part of the world, and know nothing of our modern civilization. The jury would do whatever Prince Cabano desired them to do. Our courts, judges and juries are the merest tools of the rich.
As the carriage of our honored fellow-citizen Prince Cabano, containing two ladies, members of his family, was quietly entering the Park, a tall, powerful ruffian, apparently a stranger, with long yellow hair, reaching to his shoulders, suddenly grasped a valuable gold-mounted whip out of the hands of the driver, and, because he resisted the robbery, beat him across the face, inflicting very severe wounds.
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