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Updated: May 9, 2025
A word concerning her: she was the daughter of Professor Platanova, one time oculist and sociologist in a large German University. He had been one of the most brilliant men in Europe and a member of a noble family. There was welcome for him in the homes of the nobility; he hobnobbed, so to speak, with the leading men of time Empire.
"Just a minute, please," he interrupted. "I've heard your story from Baron Dangloss. It has appealed to me. You are not happy. Are you in trouble? Do you need friends, Miss Platanova?" "It is because you would be a friend that I ask you to stay away. You cannot be my friend. Pray do not consider me bold for assuming so much. But I know I know men, Mr. King. The Baron has told you all about me?"
Marlanx, the man who had been driven from wealth and power by the sharp edict of Prince Robin's mother, the lamented Yetive, in the days of her most glorious reign, this man, deep in his raging heart, was in complete accord with the desperate band of Reds who preached equality and planned disaster. Olga Platanova was the latest acquisition to this select circle.
In the course of his remarks, Peter Brutus touched hastily upon the subject of the little Prince. "He's not very big," said he, with a laugh, "and it won't require a very big bomb to blow him to smithereens. He will " "Stop!" cried Olga Platanova, springing to her feet and glaring at him with dilated eyes. "I cannot listen to you! You shall not speak of it in that way!
Let him hear. Let him know that I, Olga Platanova, am to hurl the thing that is to destroy the life of Prince Robin. I am not afraid to have him know to-day what the world will know next week. Let him hear and revile me now, as the world will do after it is over and I am gone. The glory will be mine when all the people of this great globe are joined to our glorious realm.
For instance, two of the women came through friendly but unknown doors in the basements of adjoining houses, reaching the workshop by the narrow stairs leading up from a cobwebby wine-cellar next door. Spantz and Olga Platanova, of course, were at home in the place.
"I'm glad it's you," roared King, leaping aside. His fist shot out and again Brutus went down. The men in the doorway actually laughed. "A good blow, even if it avails you nothing," said one of them drily. "He is not an especial favorite with us. Return to your room at once. Miss Platanova, call your uncle. It is now necessary to bind the fellow's hands.
You see, Miss Platanova, I'm actually looking for something dangerous if that's what you mean." "That isn't all, believe me," she pleaded. "You can gain nothing by coming. You know who I am. I cannot be a friend not even an acquaintance to you, Mr. King. Good-bye! Please do not come again!" She slipped into the street and was gone.
His heart gave a bound. It was the first time since his incarceration that he had heard the voice of Olga Platanova, she who had warned him, she who still must be his friend. Once more he threw himself to the floor and glued his ear to the crack; her voice had not the strident qualities of the other women in this lovely company. "You are not to do this thing," she was saying.
His own connection with the operations of the mysterious Committee of Ten was never to be known to the world. He would see to that. At nine o'clock on Sunday morning a small group of people gathered in the square: a meeting was soon in progress. A goods-box stood over against the very spot on which Olga Platanova died.
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