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Updated: June 16, 2025
"It's Miss Thorne again," said the young man as if answering a question. "Perhaps these reports I have received to-day from the Latin capitals may aid you in dispelling that mystery," Campbell suggested, and Mr. Grimm turned to them eagerly. "Meanwhile our royal visitor, Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, remains unknown?" The young man's teeth closed with a snap.
His Highness, Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi believed as I do, and so expressed himself." He paused a moment; there was a hint of surprise in his manner. "I expected to be killed, of course. It seemed to me the only thing that could happen." "They must have known of the far-reaching consequences which would follow upon your escape, Mr. Grimm. Why didn't they kill you?" Mr.
I received that answer; its substance is of no consequence now. "And you remember where I first met you? It was while you were investigating the shooting of Señor Alvarez in the German embassy. That shooting, as you know, was done by Prince d'Abruzzi, so almost from the beginning my plans went wrong because of the assumption of authority by the prince.
The same line of thought was running in both their minds, born, perhaps, of the association of ideas Italy as one of three great nations known to be in the Latin compact; Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, of Italy, the secret envoy of three countries; the sudden appearance of Miss Thorne at the Italian embassy.
"Very well," the young man agreed carelessly. The magnitude of such a task made, apparently, not the slightest impression on him. He languidly drew on his gloves. "And meanwhile I shall take steps to ascertain the attitude of Russian and Japanese representatives in this city." Mr. Grimm nodded. "And now, for Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi," Mr. Campbell went on slowly.
Grimm repeated as if surprised at the question. "I was looking for Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, of Italy. I have found him." Mr. Campbell's clock-like brain ticked over the situation in detail. "It's like this," Mr. Grimm elucidated.
Grimm's excellent teeth clicked sharply together and he rose. He knew the answer. The compact was to be signed the alliance which would array the civilized world in arms. He had failed to block that, as he thought. If Miss Thorne had returned, then Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, who held absolute power to sign the compact for Italy, France and Spain, had also returned.
"The original question?" repeated Mr. Grimm. "Where is Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, the secret envoy?" his chief reminded him. "I wonder!" mused the young man. "If the Latin compact is signed in the United States ?" "The Latin compact will not be signed in the United States," Mr. Grimm interrupted. And then, after a moment: "Have we received any further reports on Miss Thorne?
A world-war he had been thrust forward by his government to prevent it subtle blue-gray eyes his Highness, Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi a haunting smile and scarlet lips. At about the moment he rose to go out, Miss Thorne, closely veiled, left the Venezuelan legation and walked rapidly down the street to a corner, where, without a word, she entered a waiting automobile.
His government has not yet notified him of the presence of Prince d'Abruzzi; he does not believe in the feasibility of the plan, and we have to to proceed to extremes to prevent him working against us." "But they must see the incalculable advantages to follow upon such a compact, with the vast power that will be given to them over the whole earth by this."
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