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Updated: June 12, 2025
"The Emperor," said the King, "has said to me, 'Buy back the island or else marry the American. In that way also Salissa would return to the Crown of Megalia." Gorman fully expected that Madame Ypsilante would at once have broken every glass on the table. It would not have surprised him in the least if she had torn handfuls of hair off the King's head. To his amazement she laughed.
"The Emperor must have very little to do," said Gorman, "if he has time to waste in fussing about a wretched little island like Salissa. How did he hear about the sale?" "I think," said the King, "that Steinwitz must have permitted the cat to jump out of the bag. Steinwitz smelt rats, of that I am sure." "I daresay you're right," said Gorman. "I rather thought Steinwitz was nosing around.
They had very little chance of getting accurate information. The ark had only one window, and, if we can trust the artists who illustrate our Bibles, it was a kind of skylight. The refugees on Salissa if refugees is the proper word were in one respect worse off than Noah's family. They had no skylight. The wireless message sent to the Megalian admiral told them that the Great Powers were at war.
There was something in the way he spoke, a note of arrogance, a suggestion of truculence, which nettled Gorman. "Donovan," he said, "is a free citizen of the United States of America. That's what he says himself. I don't expect he cares a damn about any emperor." "Ah well," said Steinwitz, "it does not matter, does it? Since he has not bought the Island of Salissa, no question is likely to arise.
"Goldsturmer," said Madame, "is a devil. He will not trust me for one day, although he knows Konrad well." Goldsturmer would probably have said that he refused to trust Madame because he knew Konrad well. Gorman promised to lay the Salissa proposal before Donovan, and to get him, if possible, to pay at least ten thousand of the purchase money in advance.
It is slanderous, for instance, to suggest that Sir Bartholomew was in any way attracted by the lady who bore the title of Queen of Salissa. He never spoke to her or even saw her. His interest in the Salissa affair was that of a patriotic statesman. He told me this himself, yesterday after dinner.
He was once more the irrepressible, cheery, street arab among kings, who had swindled the British public with his Vino Regalis, who defied all conventional decencies in his relations with Madame Ypsilante, who had failed to pay his bills in London and tried to outwit the Emperor over the sale of Salissa. "Gorman," he said, "my friend Gorman. Once more we are alive. Many things happen.
Von Moll stepped forward, stood in the middle of the floor, clicked his heels together and bowed low. The Queen, ignoring him for the moment, shook hands warmly with Gorman and welcomed him to Salissa. Then she held out her hand to von Moll. He bent over it and touched it with his lips. "I have to tender an apology," he said. "This morning, much to my regret, some of my men stopped your boat.
This was a very wise thing to do. Gorman probably knows more ways of making money than any man in London. The consultation the true starting point of the story of the Island of Salissa took place in one of the King's rooms in Beaufort's. Madame Corinne was not there. She had, I think, gone to the opera.
But you're in the service of the Crown of Salissa now, and I reckon that any attempt to inflict punishment on you would be contrary to international law." "I'm sure you know best, sir." "That's as good as to say that your interpretation of international law is superior to mine. It may be. But the matter will have to come before the superior courts before anything's settled."
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