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At length, in a dark corner of the tent, Brietmann came to a black box secured with a big padlock. "Herr Professor," he called; "this box. It is locked." The professor simply grunted. "The key, Herr Professor," he persisted. "I advise you to leave that box alone," growled the owner. "It must be opened, nicht warum, wachtmeister?" asked Brietmann of the sergeant. "Ja wohl," said the wachtmeister.
"And is it you, Brandt?" he exclaimed, as he looked into the sergeant's face. "Brandt is my name it is true," said the wachtmeister gruffly, as he peered at the soap-lathered countenance before him, "but who are you? I can see naught but soap. . . . Himmel," he shouted joyfully, as the professor beamed back at him, "I was blind. It is my dear and honored Herr Professor from Munich!
Save your breath, man, and tell your story only to the police. And remember I can do but little for you your time is very short." By this the police came cantering back into camp. "We hit him," said the wachtmeister. "I saw him stagger in the saddle just as he got into the big dunes. His horse was fresh and ours were fagged, it was useless to follow farther.
Dick, who had stood as one in a dream, and let the professor do all the talking, now shook himself together sufficiently to hand over the handcuffs to Brietmann who only glared at him and apologized to Brandt for the unlucky blow he had given him. "I bear no malice, friend Englander," said the wachtmeister, "but you have broken my nose.
Their colleagues, Zweiter and Spattboom, instantly took sides, and so they wrangled and vociferated, what time the big German wachtmeister made voluminous notes in a big pocket book. During all this, the old professor said not a word, though there was a grim twinkle in his eye as he noted the spread of the quarrel.
The next day saw me at the Theosophical Publishing Company's office at 7, Duke Street, Adelphi, where Countess Wachtmeister one of the lealest of H.P.B.'s friends was at work, and I signed an application to be admitted as fellow of the Theosophical Society. On receiving my diploma I betook myself to Lansdowne Road, where I found H.P.B. alone.
But there were no diamonds, and Dick was more mystified than ever. A few pencilled words, scrawled on the leaf of a pocket-book, again telling the tale of the salting and naming Gilderman as the chief conspirator, lay pinned to the dead man's shirt, and the wachtmeister, as he read it, called out grimly to them to come and look at another piece of their work.
Immediately Brietmann, who had finished his search in the other tents, and stood looking on, addressed the wachtmeister: "There is nothing there," he said, "and there remains but this the Herr Professor's tent to search." The wachtmeister turned apologetically to the professor: "The Herr Professor will permit?" he asked. "And why this indignity, Brandt?" demanded the professor sternly.
In July her staff of workers was united under one roof; thither came Archibald and Bertram Keightley, who had devoted themselves to her service years before, and the Countess Wachtmeister, who had thrown aside all the luxuries of wealth and of high social rank to give all to the cause she served and the friend she loved with deep and faithful loyajty; and George Mead, her secretary and earnest disciple, a man of strong brain and strong character, a fine scholar and untiring worker; thither, too, Claude Wright, most lovable of Irishmen, with keen insight underlying a bright and sunny nature, careless on the surface, and Walter Old, dreamy and sensitive, a born psychic, and, like many such, easily swayed by those around him; Emily Kislingbury also, a studious and earnest woman; Isabel Cooper Oakley, intuitional and studious, a rare combination, and a most devoted pupil in Occult studies; James Pryse, an American, than whom none is more devoted, bringing practical knowledge to the help of the work, and making possible the large development of our printing department.
Meanwhile the wachtmeister handed over Gilderman and Co. to the officer in charge at the police station, where they were detained in common with the diamonds Dick's diamonds! To the Herr Professor the officials were politeness itself, and thanks to his good offices even Dick was treated with civility Englishman though he was.
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