Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 27, 2025
Carl Perousse, confronted by a thousand difficulties, maintained his usual equable and audacious attitude, scouting with scorn the rumour that the Socialist writer, 'Pasquin Leroy' was merely a disguise adopted by the King himself, and he was as cool and imperturbable as ever when one morning David Jost succeeded in finding him at home, and obtaining an audience.
It was clear that the Chief of Police was acquainted with Pasquin Leroy, the 'spy' on whose track he had been sent by Carl Perousse, and moreover, that he was evidently in no hurry to arrest him.
Perousse gave a careless nod; his thoughts were otherwise occupied. "This Pasquin Leroy has gone to Moscow?" "According to his own words, he was leaving this morning." "I daresay that statement is a blind. I should not at all wonder if he is still in the city. I will get an exact description of him from Jost, and set Bernhoff on his track."
A scathing and audacious attack upon Carl Perousse, Secretary of State, in which the small darts of satire flew further than the sharpest arrows of assertion, was among the first of these, and Perousse himself, maddened like a bull at the first prick of the toreador, by the stinging truths the writer uttered, or rather suggested, lost no time in summoning General Bernhoff to a second interview.
"Why do you not use the most powerful of all the weapons ever invented for the destruction of one's enemies the Pen?" asked Max Graub. "Start a newspaper, for example, and gibbet your particular favourite Carl Perousse therein!" "Bah!
I hear the clamour of your hearts and souls, which is almost too strong to find expression in speech! You cannot wait, you would tell me! You would have Perousse dragged out here, you would tear him to pieces among you, if you could, and carry the fragments of him to the King, to prove what a people can do with a villain proposed to them as their Prime Minister!"
"I tell you he dare not!" repeated Perousse quietly; "Unless he wishes to lose the Throne. I daresay if it came to that, we should get on quite as well if not better with a Republic!" Lutera looked at him with an amazed and reluctant admiration. "You talk of a Republic? You, who are for ever making the most loyal speeches in favour of the monarchy?"
They shook hands, not over cordially, and parted; and as soon as Perousse heard the wheels of the Premier's carriage grinding away from his outer gate, he applied himself vigorously to the handle of one of the numerous telephone wires fitted up near his desk, and after getting into communication with the quarter he desired, requested General Bernhoff, Chief of the Police, to attend upon him instantly.
"Madame, you may ask much! and however great your demands, I will do my utmost to meet and comply with them; but like all your charming sex, you forget that a king can seldom or never interfere with a political situation! It would be very unwise policy on my part to dismiss M. Perousse, seeing that he is already nominated as the next Premier." "The next Premier!"
"Why, what can the King do?" demanded Perousse impatiently, and with scorn for the vacillating humour of his companion; "Granted that he knew everything from the beginning "
Word Of The Day
Others Looking