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In this affair, Olinto, our interests are mutual, are they not?" He nodded, after a moment's hesitation. "And you know also a man named Archer who is sometimes known as Hornby, or Woodroffe as well as a friend of his called Chater." "Si, signore," he said. "I have met them all to my regret." "And have you ever met a Russian a certain Baron Oberg and his niece, Elma Heath?" "His niece?
"Most certainly, dear," he answered, still holding her hand. "Yours was not a secret that you could very well tell to me until you could thoroughly trust me, especially as your father had been implicated in the theft of those documents from Malta. The truth is," he said, turning to me, "Philip Leithcourt has all along been the catspaw of Baron Oberg.
These were supported by a fresh body of infantry with cannon, which, after a warm dispute, obliged the confederates to give way; and general Oberg, in order to prevent a total defeat, made a disposition for a retreat, which was performed in tolerable order; not but that he suffered greatly, in passing through a defile, from the fire of the enemy's cannon, which was brought up and managed under the direction of the duke de Broglio.
The success of the day was in a good measure owing to the artillery on the left and in the centre, with which the generals Sporcken and Oberg had done great execution, and employed the attention of the enemy on that side, while prince Ferdinand prosecuted his attack on the other quarter.
"He may be Russian Polish most probably," added the captain, a tall, fair fellow in gold spectacles, whom I had known when he was third secretary of Embassy at Rome. His opinion was that it was not a German name, for there was a little place called Oberg, he said, on the railway between Lodz and Lowicz.
"A week later, while living in the palace at Helsingfors, I overheard a conversation between the Governor-General and his son, which revealed to me a staggering truth that I had never suspected. It was Oberg himself who had denounced my mother to the Minister of the Interior, and had made those cruel, baseless charges against her! Then I discerned the reason.
Address: Baron Xavier Oberg, Vosnesenski Prospect 48, St. Petersburg, Russia." "Did this gentleman come with the young lady when her portrait was taken?" I inquired. "I can't tell, sir," she replied. "I've only been here a year, and you see the date over two years ago." "The photographer would know, perhaps?" "He's a new man, sir. He only came a month ago.
"Baron Oberg!" he repeated, looking at me rather strangely, I thought. "Yes, as she is a foreigner she will be registered in your books. She is somewhere in your province, but where I do not know. Tell me where she is, and I will say nothing more about my passport," I added. "Then your high Excellency wishes to see the young lady?" he said reflectively, with the paper in his hand. "Yes."
Denounce me by means of any lie that arises to your lips, but remember that the truth is known beyond the confines of the Russian Empire, and for that reason traces will be sought of me and full explanation demanded. I have taken precaution, Xavier Oberg," I added, "therefore do your worst. I repeat again that I defy you!"
You afterwards disregard the fact that you are liable to a long term of imprisonment yourself, and actually have the audacity to seek audience of me and make all sorts of hints and suggestions that I have held the woman a prisoner for my own ends!" "Not only do I repeat that, Baron Oberg," I said quickly.
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