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Next instant the aged diplomat was bending over her outstretched hand, which in courtly fashion the old man raised to his lips. "I am delighted to have the privilege of welcoming you to this gloomy old city, Princess von Steinheimer, which you illumine with your presence. Do you stay long in London?" "The period of illumination is short, your Excellency. I leave for Paris to-morrow." "So soon?
Ah, here we are at home, and we will postpone the discussion of our delightful conspiracy until you have had something to eat and are rested a bit." The carriage drew up at the magnificent palace, well known in Vienna, which belongs to the Prince von Steinheimer; and shortly afterwards Jennie Baxter found herself in possession of the finest suite of rooms she had ever beheld in her life.
You will please excuse my absence from the dinner-table to-night." "Nonsense, Jennie! You cannot be allowed to roam round Vienna in that Bohemian way." "Then, Princess, I must go to an hotel, for this roaming round is strictly necessary, and I don't want to bring the Palace Steinheimer into disrepute." "Jennie, I'll tell you what we will do; we'll both bring it into disrepute.
When Jennie was herself again, she wrote a long letter to the Princess von Steinheimer, detailing the particulars of her impersonation, and begging pardon for what she had done, while giving her reasons for doing it; but, perhaps because it did not occur to her, she made not the slightest reference to Lord Donal Stirling.
"However, I have long since got out of the habit of thinking; therefore I make sure. The first problem I set to myself is this: How much money have the Prince and Princess spent since they were married? I find that the repairs on the Schloss Steinheimer, situated in the Tyrol, cost something like forty thousand pounds.
Perhaps I was wrong in saying you saw me; it would be more correct to say that I saw you. You must remember that you are a public character, Mr. Taylor." "Ah, quite so," said the detective complacently, turning to his documents again. "Now, the Princess von Steinheimer was invited to the Duchess of Chiselhurst's ball, but she did not attend it." "Are you sure of that?" said the girl.
It was unlikely that the Princess von Steinheimer was personally known to many who would attend the ball; in fact, the Princess had given to Jennie as her main reason for refusing the invitation the excuse that she knew no one in London. She had been invited merely because of the social position of the Prince in Vienna, and was unknown by sight even to her hostess, the Duchess of Chiselhurst.
"The Princess von Steinheimer is waiting for me in her carriage outside, and I do not wish to delay her any longer." "Then let me implore you not to give up your researches." "Why? Amateur efforts are so futile, you know, when compared with the labours of the regular force." "Oh, my dear young lady, you must pardon an old man for what he said in a thoughtless moment.
Miss Jennie jumped to her feet and almost ran to the library. She found the Prince walking up and down the long room with a telegraph message in his hand. "You are a most wonderful young woman," he said; "read that." "I have been told so by more observing men than you, Prince von Steinheimer," said the girl, taking the telegram.
Now, you remember the Princess von Steinheimer, at whose castle I first had the pleasure of meeting you?" "You had the pleasure of meeting me before that," said Jennie, speaking without giving thought to what she said. "Really!" cried the detective, dropping his papers on the table; "and where was that?" "Oh, well, as you have just said it has nothing to do with this case.
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