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To those who have never been to Dornlitz I may say that the Hanging Garden is the name for the great balcony of the Hotel Metzen. It suggests very faintly the Terrace at Westminster; though, of course, it is far more beautiful, with the dancing waters of Lake Lorg instead of the dirty, sluggish Thames.
"Then, it will be the Hotel Metzen and, of course, the bill will be sent to you." "Oh, no, it won't," I answered. "Surely!" she exclaimed, "you can't intend to hold me prisoner, and, then, oblige me to provide my own subsistence." "Your subsistence, Mrs. Spencer, is not my affair," I said, "since the length of your enforced detention in Dornlitz is optional with yourself." "You mean?"
Frank H. Meyers was tarred and feathered by a gang of prominent citizens at North Yakima, Washington. D. S. Dietz was tarred and feathered by a mob led by representatives of the Lumber Trust at Sedro, Wooley, Washington. John L. Metzen, attorney for the Industrial Workers of the World, was tarred and feathered and severely beaten by a mob of citizens of Staunton, Illinois.
At the Palace we drew rein. "Be at the Hotel Metzen at eight forty-five," said I. "Come by the Court entrance you will be expected." Then they rode away, and I hastened to the King. As good luck would have it, Frederick was in his cabinet and received me instantly. He read the letters and looked at me inquiringly. "It means a plain talk between them," I explained; "and I propose to hear it.
In effect it was: That the elderly couple were only chance acquaintances of the younger woman, having met her on the train en route from Paris; that they had reached the Capital the previous day and had registered at the Hotel Metzen as "Mr. and Mrs. James Bacon, New York City," and "Mrs. Armand Dalberg and maid, Washington, D. C.;" that the Mrs.
She had retained her apartments at the Hotel Metzen the management having, however, addressed me as to my pleasure, in the matter and, at least, once every day, she had sought to pass some one of the City gates; and, when refused, would then demand exit as the wife of the Grand Duke Armand.
He considered. "No," said he, "I understand why you want them. I'll come they will be discreet. And the Princess would wish it so. I'll bring her, myself." Then I rode to the Metzen. Bernheim had preceded me and, with the manager of the Hotel, awaited me at a side door. The corridor was dimly lighted but I drew my cape well over my face and, is a moment, we were in a small reception room.
Then, having dispatched Bernheim to the Palace to escort the King and the Princess, I drove to the Metzen, where Gerst piloted me, by private corridors, to the apartments reserved for me, and which adjoined the Gallery. The King and the Princess were the last to arrive. As I greeted them, Dehra detained me. "Shall we be able to see as well as hear?" she asked. "Yes," said I, "if you wish."
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