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Updated: June 6, 2025
"I find that my manner of life keeps the brain clear," Prince Shan said slowly. "I can see the truth sometimes when it is not very apparent. I saw the truth last night, Immelan, when I sent Sen Lu to die." Immelan's expression was indescribable. He sat with his mouth wide open. The hand which held his glass shook.
Immelan laughed good-naturedly. The conversation of the two men on their way from the Park had been without significance, and some part of his earlier nervousness seemed to be leaving him. "We all have our foibles," he admitted. "One of mine is to have a pretty woman opposite me when I lunch or dine, music somewhere in the distance, a little sentiment, a little promise, perhaps."
"Blast Sen Lu!" he muttered. "The man was a double traitor!" "He has atoned," his companion said calmly. "He made his peace and he went to his death. It seems very fitting that he should have received the dagger which was meant for my heart. Now what about you, Oscar Immelan?" Immelan laughed harshly. "If Sen Lu told you that I was in this plot against your life, he lied!"
"It is not artistic," Prince Shan pronounced calmly. "It is not when the wine mounts to the head, and the sense of feeding fills the body, that men speak best of the things that lie near their hearts. Still, we will let that pass. Each of us is made differently. There is another thing, Immelan, which I have to say to you."
Yet supposing that this new wonder had not come into his life, that Immelan had been a shade more eloquent, had pleaded his cause upon a higher level, that Naida Karetsky also had formed a different impression of the world which he was studying so earnestly, what a transformation he could have brought upon this light-hearted and joyous scene!
We have not the power of fusion of the Japanese. You will observe further, as an interesting circumstance, that the American foothold in Asia disappears as completely as the British." "But tell me," she demanded, "how are these things to be brought about, and where does Immelan come in?" Prince Shan smiled.
"But, Prince," he expostulated, "apart from political considerations, you cannot really imagine that anything would be possible between you and Lady Maggie?" "Why not?" was the cool reply. "Lady Maggie is of the English nobility," Immelan pointed out. "Neither she nor her friends would be in the least likely to consider anything in the nature of a morganatic alliance."
Immelan glanced in the direction of the stranger, a quiet-looking, spare man dressed in a grey tweed suit, clean-shaven and of early middle-age. There was nothing about his appearance to distinguish him from a score or more of other loiterers. "You are quite right," her companion admitted. "One should not talk of these things even where the birds may listen, but it is so difficult.
"Prince Shan is supposed to be coming to Paris, not to London," Nigel remarked. "If he goes to Paris," Maggie said, "Naida and Immelan will go. So shall we. If he comes here, it will be easier. Tell me, Nigel, did you see the Prime Minister?" "I saw him," Nigel replied, "but without the slightest result. He is clearly of the opinion that the open verdict was a merciful one.
One is Immelan and the other Naida Karetsky." "It seems to me," Maggie said, "that if that is so, the place for us is where those two people are. What is the importance of Kroten, Mr. Jesson?" "Kroten," Jesson replied, "is the second of what I have seen referred to in a private diplomatic report, written in an enemy country, as the three mystery cities of the world.
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