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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Secrets of Potsdam + +Author: William Le Queux + +Release Date: November 11, 2010 [EBook #34278] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SECRETS OF POTSDAM *** + + + + +Produced by Moti Ben-Ari and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<h1>THE SECRETS OF POTSDAM</h1> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> + +<!-- Autogenerated TOC. Modify or delete as required. --> +<p> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_ONE"><b>Secret Number One: The Tragedy of the Leutenbergs</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_TWO"><b>Secret Number Two: The Crown-prince's Revenge</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_THREE"><b>Secret Number Three: How The Kaiser Persecuted a Princess</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_FOUR"><b>Secret Number Four: The Mysterious Frau Kleist</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_FIVE"><b>Secret Number Five: The Girl Who Knew the Crown-prince's Secret</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_SIX"><b>Secret Number Six: The Affair of the Hunchbacked Countess</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_SEVEN"><b>Secret Number Seven: The British Girl Who Baulked the Kaiser</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_EIGHT"><b>Secret Number Eight: How the Crown-prince Was Blackmailed</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_NINE"><b>Secret Number Nine: The Crown-prince's Escapade in London</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SECRET_NUMBER_TEN"><b>Secret Number Ten: How the Kaiser Escaped Assassination</b></a><br /> +<a href="#NOTE_ADDED_BY_COUNT_ERNST_VON"><b>Note Added by Count Ernst Von Heltzendorff</b></a><br /> +</p> +<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. --> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> +<div class='center'> +<i>First impression, March, 1917.<br /> +Second impression, March, 1917.</i> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> +<h1>The Secrets of Potsdam</h1> +<h3><i>A STARTLING EXPOSURE OF THE INNER LIFE<br /> +OF THE COURTS OF THE KAISER<br /> +AND CROWN-PRINCE</i></h3> +<div class='center'> +REVEALED FOR THE FIRST TIME<br /> +<br /> +by +</div> +<h2>COUNT ERNST VON HELTZENDORFF</h2> +<div class='center'> +<i>Commander of the Order of the Black Eagle, &c.<br /> +Late Personal-Adjutant to the German Crown-Prince</i><br /> +<br /> +CHRONICLED BY +</div> + +<h3>WILLIAM LE QUEUX</h3> + +<div class='center'> +LONDON:<br /> +LONDON MAIL LTD.<br /> +39, KING STREET, COVENT GARDEN. W.C.<br /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='center'> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +<i>Copyright in the United States of America by<br /> +William Le Queux, 1917<br /> +Translation and Cinema Rights reserved</i><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +<i>"Veneux Nadon,<br /> +"par Moret-sur-Loing<br /> +"(Seine-et-Marne).<br /> +"February 10th, 1917.</i><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +"<span class="smcap">My dear Le Queux</span>,<br /> +</p> + +<p>"<i>I have just finished reading the proofs of +your book describing my life as an official at the Imperial +Court at Potsdam, and the two or three small +errors you made I have duly corrected.</i></p> + +<p>"<i>The gross scandals and wily intrigues which I +have related to you were, many of them, known to +yourself, for, as the intimate friend of Luisa, the Ex-Crown-Princess +of Saxony, you were, before the war, +closely associated with many of those at Court whose +names appear in the pages of this book.</i></p> + +<p>"<i>The revelations which I have made, and which +you have recorded here, are but a tithe of the disclosures +which I could make, and if your British public desire +more, I shall be pleased to furnish you with other and +even more startling details which you may also put +into print.</i></p> + +<p>"<i>My service as personal-adjutant to the German +Crown-Prince is, happily, at an end, and now, with +the treachery of Germany against civilization glaringly +revealed, I feel, in my retirement, no compunction +in exposing all I know concerning the secrets of the +Kaiser and his profligate son.</i></p> + +<p> +"<i>With most cordial greetings from</i><br /> +"<i>Your sincere friend</i>,<br /> +<br /> +"<span class="smcap">Ernst von Heltzendorff.</span>"<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="The_Secrets_of_Potsdam" id="The_Secrets_of_Potsdam"></a>The Secrets of Potsdam</h2> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_ONE" id="SECRET_NUMBER_ONE"></a>SECRET NUMBER ONE</h2> +<h3>THE TRAGEDY OF THE LEUTENBERGS</h3> + + +<p>You will recollect our first meeting on that +sunny afternoon when, in the stuffy, nauseating +atmosphere of perspiration and a hundred +Parisian perfumes, we sat next each other at the +first roulette table on the right as you enter the +rooms at Monte Carlo?</p> + +<p>Ah! how vivid it is still before my eyes, the +jingle of gold and the monotonous cries of the +croupiers.</p> + +<p>Ah! my dear friend! In those pre-war days +the Riviera—that sea-lapped Paradise, with its +clear, open sky and sapphire Mediterranean, grey-green +olives and tall flowering aloes, its gorgeous +blossoms, and its merry, dark-eyed populace who +lived with no thought of the morrow—was, indeed, +the playground of Europe.</p> + +<p>And, let me whisper it, I think I may venture to +declare that few of its annual habitués enjoyed the +life more than your dear old ink-stained self.</p> + +<p>What brought us together, you, an English +novelist, and I a—well, how shall I describe myself? +One of your enemies—eh? No, dear old fellow. +Let us sink all our international differences. May I +say that I, Count Ernst von Heltzendorff, of Schloss<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +Heltzendorff, on the Mosel, late personal-adjutant +to His Imperial Highness the Crown-Prince, an +official attached to that precious young scoundrel's +immediate person, call you my dear friend?</p> + +<p>True, our nations are, alas! at war—the war +which the Kaiser and his son long sought, but which, +as you well know, I have long ago detested.</p> + +<p>I have repudiated that set of pirates and assassins +of whom I was, alas! born, and among whom I +moved until I learned of the vile plot afoot against +the peace of Europe and the chastity of its female +inhabitants.</p> + +<p>On August 5th, 1914, I shook the dust of Berlin +from my feet, crossed the French frontier, and have +since resided in the comfortable old-fashioned +country house which you assisted me to purchase on +the border of the lovely forest of Fontainebleau.</p> + +<p>And now, you have asked me to reveal to you +some of the secrets of Potsdam—secrets known to +me by reason of my official position before the war.</p> + +<p>You are persuading me to disclose some facts concerning +the public and private life of the Emperor, +of my Imperial master the Crown-Prince, known +in his intimate circle as "Willie," and of the handsome +but long-suffering Cecil Duchess of Mecklenbourg, +who married him ten years ago and became +known as "Cilli." Phew! Poor woman! she has +experienced ten years of misery, domestic unhappiness, +by which she has become prematurely aged, +deep-eyed, her countenance at times when we talked +wearing an almost tragic look.</p> + +<p>No wonder, indeed, that there is a heavy and, +alas! broken heart within the beautiful Marble +Palace at Potsdam, that splendid residence where +you once visited me and were afterwards commanded +to a reception held by His Imperial Highness.</p> + +<p>I risk much, I know, in taking up my pen to tell +the truth and to make these exposures to you, but +I do so because I think it only just that your British<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +nation should know the true character of the Emperor +and of the unscrupulous and ubiquitous +"Willie," the defiant young Blackguard of Europe, +who is the idol of the swaggering German Army, +and upon whom they pin their hopes.</p> + +<p>It is true that the Commander of the Death's +Head Hussars—the "Commander" who has since +the war sanctioned the cold-blooded murder of +women and children, the shooting of prisoners, +rapine, incendiarism, and every other devil's work +that his horde of assassins could commit—once +declared that "the day will come when Social +Democrats will come to Court."</p> + +<p>True, he has been known to be present at the +golden wedding festivities of a poor cobbler in +Potsdam; that he has picked up in his yellow +ninety-horse-power car—with its black imp as a +mascot—a poor tramp and taken him to the hospital; +and that he possesses the charming manner +of his much-worshipped grandfather, the Emperor +Frederick. But he is as clever and cunning as his +criminal father, Wilhehm-der-Plötzliche (William the +Sudden) or Der Einzige (The Only), as the Kaiser +is called by the people of the Palace. He shows +with double cunning but one side of his character +to the misguided German people, the Prussian Junker +party, and the Tom-Dick-and-Harry of the Empire +who have been made cannon-fodder and whose bones +lie rotting in Flanders and on the Aisne.</p> + +<p>Ah, my dear friend, what a strange life was that +of the German Court before the war—a life of mummery, +of gay uniforms, tinsel, gilded decorations, +black hearts posing as virtuous, and loose people of +both sexes evilly scandalizing their neighbours and +pulling strings which caused their puppets to dance +to the War-Lord's tune.</p> + +<p>I once lifted the veil slightly to you when you +stayed at the Palast Hotel in Potsdam and came to +us at the Marble Palace, and I suppose it is for that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +reason that you ask me to jot down, for the benefit +of your readers in Great Britain and her Dominions, +a few facts concerning the plots of the Kaiser and +his son—the idol of Germany, the Kronprinz +"Willie."</p> + +<p>What did you think of him when I presented you?</p> + +<p>I know how, later on that same night, you remarked +upon his height, his narrow chest, and his +corset-waist, and how strangely his animal eyes +set slant-wise in his thin, aquiline face, goggle eyes, +which dilate so strangely when speaking with you, +and which yet seem to penetrate your innermost +thoughts.</p> + +<p>I agreed with you when you declared that there +was nothing outwardly of the typical Hohenzollern +in the Imperial Rake. True, one seeks in vain for +traces of martial virility. Though his face is so often +wreathed in boyish smiles, yet his heart is as hard +as that of the true Hohenzollern, while his pretended +love of sport is only a clever ruse in order to retain +the popularity which, by dint of artful pretence, +he has undoubtedly secured. Indeed, it was because +of the All-Highest One's jealousy of his reckless +yet crafty son's growing popularity that we were one +day all suddenly packed off to Danzig to be immured +for two long years in that most dreary and provincial +of all garrisons.</p> + +<p>Of the peccadilloes of the elegant young blackguard +of Europe—who became a fully-fledged +colonel in the German Army at the age of thirty-one—I +need say but little. His life has been crammed +with disgraceful incidents, most of them hushed +up at the Kaiser's command, though several of +them—especially certain occurrences in the Engadine +in the winter of 1912—reached the ears of the +Crown-Princess, who, one memorable day, unable +to stand her husband's callous treatment, threatened +seriously to leave him.</p> + +<p>Indeed, it was only by the Kaiser's autocratic<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +order that "Cilli" remained at the Marmor Palace. +She had actually made every preparation to leave, +a fact which I, having learned it, was compelled to +report to the Crown-Prince. We were at the Palace +in the Zeughaus-Platz, in Berlin, at the time, and +an hour after I had returned from Potsdam I chanced +to enter the Crown-Prince's study. The door was +a self-locking one, and I had a key. On turning +my key I drew back, for His Majesty the Emperor, +a fine figure in the picturesque cavalry uniform of +the Königsjäger—who had just come from a review, +and had no doubt heard of the threatened Royal +scandal—was standing astride in the room.</p> + +<p>"I compel it!" cried the Emperor, pale with +rage, his eyes flashing as he spoke. "She shall +remain! Go to her at once—make your peace with +her in any way you can—and appear to-night with +her at the theatre."</p> + +<p>"But I fear it is impossible. I——"</p> + +<p>"Have you not heard me?" interrupted the +Emperor, disregarding his son's protests. And as +I discreetly withdrew I heard the Kaiser add: +"Cannot you, of our House of Hohenzollern, see +that we cannot afford to allow Cilli to leave us? +The present state of the public mind is not encouraging, +much as I regret it. Remember Frederick +August's position when that madcap Luisa of Tuscany +ran away with the French tutor Giron. Now +return to Marmor without delay and do as I bid."</p> + +<p>"I know Cilli. She will not be appeased. Of +that I am convinced," declared the young man.</p> + +<p>"It is my will—the will of the Emperor," were +the last words I heard, spoken in that hard, intense +voice I knew so well. "Tell your wife so. And +do not see that black-haired Englishwoman again. +I had a full report from the Engadine a fortnight +ago, and this <i>contretemps</i> is only what I have expected. +It is disgraceful! When will you learn +reason?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> + +<p>Ten minutes later I was seated beside the Crown-Prince +in the car on our way to Potsdam.</p> + +<p>On the road, driving recklessly as I sat by his +side, he laughed lightly as he turned to me, saying:</p> + +<p>"What an infernal worry women really are—aren't +they, Heltzendorff—more especially if one is +an Imperial Prince! Even though one is a Hohenzollern +one cannot escape trouble!"</p> + +<p>How the conjugal relations were resumed I know +not. All I know is that I attended their Imperial +Highnesses to the Lessing Theatre, where, in the +Royal box, the Kaiser—ever eager to stifle the shortcomings +of the Hohenzollerns—sat with us, though +according to his engagements he should have been +on his way to Düsseldorf for a great review on the +morrow. But such public display allayed all rumour +of his son's domestic infelicity, and both Emperor +and Kronprinz smiled benignly upon the people.</p> + +<p>Early next day the Crown-Prince summoned +me, in confidence, and an hour later I left on a +secret mission to a certain lady whom I may call +Miss Lilian Greyford—as it is not fair in certain +cases in these exposures to mention actual names—daughter +of an English county gentleman, who was +staying at the "Kulm" at St. Moritz.</p> + +<p>Twenty-four hours afterwards I managed to see +the winter-sports young lady alone in the hotel, and +gave her a verbal message, together with a little +package from His Imperial Highness, which, when +she opened it, I found contained a souvenir in the +shape of an artistic emerald pendant. With it were +some scribbled lines. The girl—she was not much +more than twenty—read them eagerly, and burst +into a torrent of tears.</p> + +<p>Ah! my dear Le Queux, as you yourself know +from your own observations, there are as many +broken hearts beating beneath the corsets of ladies-in-waiting +and maids-of-honour, as there are among +that frantic feminine crowd striving to enter the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +magic circle of the Royal entourage or the women +of the workaday world who pass up Unter-den-Linden +on a Sunday.</p> + +<p>Phew! What a world of fevered artificiality +revolves around a throne!</p> + +<p>Very soon after this incident—namely, in the +early days of 1912—I found myself, as the personal-adjutant +of His Imperial Highness the Crown-Prince, +involved in a very strange, even inexplicable, affair.</p> + +<p>How shall I explain it? Well, the drama opened +in the Emperor's Palace in Berlin on New Year's +night, 1912, when, as usual, a Grand Court reception +was held.</p> + +<p>The scene was one which we who revolve around +the throne know so well. Court gowns, nodding +plumes, gay uniforms, and glittering decorations—a +vicious, tinselled, gossip-loving little world which +with devilish intent sows seeds of dark suspicion or +struggles for the Kaiser's favour.</p> + +<p>In the famous White Salon, with its ceiling gaudily +emblazoned with the arms of the Hohenzollerns as +Burgraves, Electors, Kings, Emperors, and what-not, +its walls of coloured marble and gilded bronze, +and its fine statues of the Prussian rulers, we had +all assembled and were waiting the entrance of the +Emperor.</p> + +<p>Kiderlen-Waechter—the Foreign Secretary—was +standing near me, chatting with Von Jagow, slim, +dark-haired and spruce. The latter, who was serving +as German Ambassador in Rome, happened to be +in Berlin on leave, and the pair were laughing +merrily with a handsome black-haired woman whom +I recognized as the Baroness Bertieri, wife of the +Italian Ambassador.</p> + +<p>Philip Eulenburg, one of the Emperor's personal +friends (by the way, author, with Von Moltke, of +the Kaiser's much-advertised "Song to Ægir"—a +fact not generally known), approached me and +began to chat, recalling a side-splitting incident that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +had occurred a few days before at Kiel, whither I had +been with the Crown-Prince to open a new bridge. +Oh, those infernal statues and bridges!</p> + +<p>Of a sudden the tap of the Chamberlain's stick +was heard thrice, the gold-and-white doors instantly +fell open, and the Emperor, his decorations gleaming +beneath the myriad lights, smilingly entered with his +waddling consort, the Crown-Prince, and their +brilliant suite.</p> + +<p>All of us bowed low in homage, but as we did so +I saw the shrewd eyes of the All-Highest One, which +nothing escapes, fixed upon a woman who stood close +to my elbow. As he fixed his fierce gaze upon her +I saw, knowing that glance as I did, that it spoke +volumes. Hitherto I had not noticed the lady, for +she was probably one of those unimportant persons +who are commanded to a Grand Court, wives and +daughters of military nobodies, of whom we at the +Palace never took the trouble to inquire so long as +their gilt command-cards, issued by the Grand +Chamberlain, were in proper order.</p> + +<p>That slight contraction of the Emperor's eyebrows +caused me to ponder deeply, for, knowing him +so intimately, I saw that he was intensely annoyed.</p> + +<p>For what reason? I was much mystified.</p> + +<p>Naturally I turned to glance at the woman whose +presence had so irritated him. She was fair-haired, +blue-eyed, <i>petite</i> and pretty. Her age was about +twenty-five, and she was extremely good-looking. +Beside her stood a big, fair-haired giant in the +uniform of a captain of the First Regiment of the +Hussars of the Guard, of which the Crown-Prince +was Colonel-in-Chief.</p> + +<p>Within a quarter of an hour I discovered that +the officer was Count Georg von Leutenberg, and +that his pretty wife, whom he had married two +years before, was the eldest daughter of an English +financier who had been created a Baron by your +rule-of-thumb politicians.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Pretty woman, eh?" lisped Eulenburg in my +ear, for he had noticed her, and he was assuredly +the best judge of a pretty face in all Berlin.</p> + +<p>Next day, just before noon, on entering the +Crown-Prince's private cabinet, I found "Willie" +in the uniform of the 2nd Grenadiers, apparently +awaiting me in that cosy apartment, which is +crammed with effigies, statuettes, and relics of the +great Napoleon, whom he worships just as the War +Lord reveres his famous ancestor Frederick the Great.</p> + +<p>"Sit down, Heltzendorff," said his Elegant Highness, +waving his white, well-manicured hand to a +chair near by, and puffing at his cigarette. "It is +really pleasant to have an hour's rest!" he laughed, +for he seemed in merry mood that day. "Look +here! As you know, after the little affair with the +Crown-Princess I trust to your absolute discretion. +Do you happen to know Count Georg von Leutenberg, +of the Hussars of the Guard?"</p> + +<p>"By sight only," was my reply. Mention of that +name caused me to wonder.</p> + +<p>"He is a very good fellow, I understand. Do you +know his wife—a pretty little Englishwoman?"</p> + +<p>"Unfortunately, I have not that pleasure."</p> + +<p>"Neither have I, Heltzendorff," laughed the +Prince, with a queer look in those slant-set eyes +which appear so strangely goggly sometimes. "But +I soon shall know her, I expect. In that direction +I want your assistance."</p> + +<p>"I am yours for your Highness to command," +I replied, puzzled to know what was in progress. +After a few seconds of silence the Crown-Prince +suddenly exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"So good is the report of Von Leutenberg that +has reached the Emperor that—though he is as yet +in ignorance of the fact—he has been promoted to the +rank of major, and ordered upon a foreign mission—as +military attaché in London. He will leave Berlin +to-night to take up his new post."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And the Countess?"</p> + +<p>"By a secret report I happen to have here it is +shown that they are a most devoted pair," he said, +glancing at a sheet of buff paper upon which was +typed a report, one which I recognized as emanating +from the secret bureau at the Polizei-Prasidium, in +Alexander Platz. "They live in the Lennestrasse, +No. 44, facing the Tiergarten. Note the address."</p> + +<p>Then his Highness paused, and, rising, crossed to +the big writing-table set in the window, and there +examined another report. Afterwards, glancing at +the pretty buhl clock opposite, he suddenly said:</p> + +<p>"The Count should call here now. I have sent informing +him of the Emperor's goodwill, and ordering +him to report here to take leave of me as his Colonel-in-Chief."</p> + +<p>Scarcely had he spoken when Count von Leutenberg +was announced by a flunkey in pink silk stockings, +and a moment later the tall officer clicked his +heels together and saluted smartly on the threshold.</p> + +<p>"I thought you would be pleased at your well-merited +promotion," said his Highness in quite a +genial tone. "The Emperor wishes you to leave for +London by the ten o'clock express for Flushing +to-night, so as to report to his Excellency the Ambassador +before he departs on leave. Hence the +urgency. The Countess, of course, will remain in +Berlin. You will, naturally, wish for time to make +your arrangements in London and dispose of your +house here."</p> + +<p>"I think she will wish to accompany me, your +Imperial Highness," replied the fond husband. +"London is her home."</p> + +<p>"Ah! That is absurd!" laughed "Willie." +"Why, you who have been married two whole years +are surely not still upon your honeymoon?" and his +close-set eyes glinted strangely. "You will be far +too busy on taking up your new appointment to see +much of her. No. Let her remain comfortably at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +home in Berlin until you are quite settled. Then I +will see that Kiderlen grants you leave to return to +put your house in order."</p> + +<p>From the Count's manner I could see that he was +very much puzzled at his sudden promotion.</p> + +<p>Indeed, on entering he had stammered out his +surprise at being singled out for such high distinction.</p> + +<p>Von Leutenberg's hesitation was the Crown-Prince's +opportunity.</p> + +<p>"Good!" went on his Highness in his imperious, +impetuous way. "You will leave for London to-night, +and the Countess will remain until you have +settled. I congratulate you most heartily upon +your well-deserved advancement, which I consider +is an honour conferred by the Emperor upon my +regiment. I know, too, that you will act to the +honour of the Fatherland abroad."</p> + +<p>And with those words the major was dismissed.</p> + +<p>"A charming man!" remarked the Prince, after +the door had closed. "He has only been brought +to my notice quite recently. An enthusiastic officer, +he will be of great use to us at Carlton House Terrace. +There is much yet to be done there, my dear Heltzendorff. +Fortunately we have put our friends the +English comfortably to sleep. It has cost us money, +but money talks in London, just as it does in Berlin."</p> + +<p>And he drew a long, ecstatic breath at the mere +thought of the great international plot in progress—of +the staggering blow to be struck against France, +and the march upon Paris with those men who were +his boon companions—Von Kluck, Von Hindenburg +and Von der Goltz.</p> + +<p>"Heltzendorff," he exclaimed a few moments +later, after he had reflected deeply between the whiffs +of his cigarette. "Heltzendorff, I wish you to become +acquainted with the Countess von Leutenberg, +and you must afterwards introduce me. I have a +fixed and distinct reason. I could obtain the assistance +of others, but I trust you only."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But I do not know the lady," I protested, for +I had no desire whatsoever to become implicated in +any double-dealing.</p> + +<p>"Hohenstein knows her well. I will see that he +introduces you," replied the Kaiser's son, with that +strange look again in his eyes. "She's uncommonly +pretty, so mind you don't fall in love with her!" he +laughed, holding up his finger reprovingly. "I've +heard, too, that Count Georg is a highly jealous person, +but, fortunately, he will be very busy writing +secret reports at Carlton House Terrace. So go and +see Hohenstein at once, and get him to introduce +you to the pretty little Englishwoman. But, remember, +not a word of this conversation is to be +breathed to a single soul."</p> + +<p>What did it all mean? Why had the Emperor +singled out for advancement the husband of that +woman, the sight of whom had so greatly annoyed +him? I confess that I became more than ever +puzzled over the curious affair.</p> + +<p>Within a week, however, thanks to the introduction +of that old roué, Hohenstein, I had dined at +Count von Leutenberg's pretty house in the Lennestrasse +in a fine room, the long windows of which +commanded a delightful view over the Tiergarten +and the Siegesallee.</p> + +<p>The Countess, extremely charming and refined, +having the misfortune of being English, had not been +taken up warmly by Berlin society. She was, I +found, a most delightful hostess. The party included +Laroque, the elegant First Secretary of the French +Embassy, and his Parisian wife, together with Baron +Hoffmann, the burly, round-faced Minister of the +Interior, and Doctor Paulssen, Under-Secretary at +the Colonial Office, against whom you will remember +there were allegations of atrocities committed upon +the natives in German East Africa. Hohenstein +was, however, not there, as he had been suddenly +dispatched by the Emperor upon a mission to Corfu.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> + +<p>At table the talk ran upon Leutenberg's sudden promotion, +whereupon the Minister Hoffmann declared:</p> + +<p>"His Majesty only gives reward when it is due. +When he discerns talent he is never mistaken."</p> + +<p>A week later the Crown-Prince had returned from +a surprise visit the Kaiser had made to Stettin. +The Emperor had played his old game of rousing the +garrison in the middle of the night, and then +laughing at the ludicrous figures cut by his pompous +Generals and Colonels rushing about in their night +attire eager to greet their Sovereign.</p> + +<p>I was in the Prince's private room arranging the +details of a military programme at Potsdam on the +following day when he suddenly entered and exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Well, Heltzendorff, and how are you proceeding +in the Lennestrasse, eh?" and he looked at me with +those crafty eyes of his. "I hear you were at the +house last night."</p> + +<p>I started. Was I being watched? It was quite +true that I had called on the previous evening, and, +finding the Countess alone, had sat in her pretty +drawing-room enjoying a long and delightful chat +with her.</p> + +<p>"Yes. I called there," I admitted. "The Count +is returning from London next week to take his wife +back with him."</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince smiled mysteriously, and +critically examined the curious snake ring which he +always wears upon the little finger of his left hand.</p> + +<p>"We need not anticipate that, I think. Kiderlen +will not grant him leave. He is far better in Carlton +House Terrace than in the Lennestrasse."</p> + +<p>"I hardly follow your Highness," I remarked, +much mystified at his words.</p> + +<p>"H'm. Probably not, my dear Count," he +laughed. "I do not intend that you should."</p> + +<p>And with that mysterious remark he turned to +meet Count von Zeppelin, the round-faced, snow-haired,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +somewhat florid inventor, who was one of +his Highness's most intimate friends, and who had +at that moment entered unannounced. Zeppelin +was a character in Berlin. He sought no friends, no +advertisement, and shunned notoriety.</p> + +<p>"Ha, my dear Ferdinand!" cried the Prince, +shaking the hand of the man who so suddenly became +world-famous at the age of seventy. "You have +travelled from Stuttgart to see me—unwell as you +are! It is an honour. But the matter is one of +greatest urgency, as I have already written to you. +I want to show you the correspondence and seek +your advice," and the Prince invited his white-haired +friend to the big, carved arm-chair beside his +writing-table. Then, turning to me, he said: "Will +you see Von Glasenapp for me, and hand him those +orders for Posen? He must leave to-night. The +General Court-Martial at Stendal I have fixed for +the 25th. I shall be with the Emperor this afternoon. +Report here at seven to-night—understand?"</p> + +<p>Thus was I dismissed, while His Imperial Highness +and Count Zeppelin sat together in secret counsel.</p> + +<p>At ten minutes to seven that evening I unlocked +the Crown-Prince's room with the key I carried, the +other two keys being in the hands of the Crown-Princess +and her husband. I had placed upon the +table a bundle of reports which had just been brought +round from the Ministry of War, and required that +scribbly signature, "Wilhelm Kronprinz," when I +noticed three private letters that had evidently been +placed aside. The envelopes were addressed in a +thin, angular, female hand, and bore an English +address. I noted it. The name on each was that +of a lady residing in Aylesbury Avenue, Hampstead, +London. The letters bore German stamps. In keen +curiosity, I took one and examined it, wondering +whether it could be the correspondence which the +Crown-Prince had been so eager to show Count +von Zeppelin in secret.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> + +<p>I drew the letter from the envelope and scanned +it rapidly.</p> + +<p>What I read caused me to hold my breath. The +signature to the letters was "Enid von Leutenberg."</p> + +<p>Those letters of hers had, it was plain, been seized +in the post on their way to London. The Countess +either had a traitor in her household or secret watch +was being kept by the Secret Service upon her +correspondence.</p> + +<p>All three of those letters I read—letters which +opened my eyes and broadened my mind. Then, +taking up my bundle of reports, I crept away from +the room, carefully re-latching the door. I intended +that his Highness should return, discover the +letters left there inadvertently, and put them away +ere my arrival, in which case he would never suspect +that I had any knowledge of their contents.</p> + +<p>With the papers in my hand I passed along the +many carpeted corridors to the south wing of the +Palace, where I found Tresternitz, Marshal of the +Prince's Court, in his room.</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince imitated his father's sharp punctuality, +therefore I knew that he would be there at +seven or soon afterwards.</p> + +<p>Tresternitz was always full of scandal concerning +those who lived in the higher circles of Berlin, and +it was to one of these stories of Court scandal concerning +one of the ladies-in-waiting which I listened +while I smoked one of his excellent Russian cigarettes.</p> + +<p>Then, glancing at the clock, I rose suddenly and +left him, returning again to the private room.</p> + +<p>I found his Highness there, and as I entered I +noticed that he had hidden those remarkable letters +which he had in secret shown to Count Zeppelin.</p> + +<p>A fortnight went past. The Kaiser, with his mad +love of constant travel, had been rushing up and +down the Empire—to Krupp's at Essen, to the trials +of a newly-invented howitzer, thence to an inspection +at Kassel, and afterwards to unveil monuments at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +Cologne and at Erfurt. The Crown-Prince and +Princess had accompanied him, the Kaiserin being +indisposed, and I, of course, had been included in +"Willie's" suite.</p> + +<p>The week had been a strenuous one of train-travel, +luncheons, tiring dinners, receptions, dancing, +and general junketings, and I was glad enough to +get back to my bachelor rooms—those rooms in the +Krausenstrasse that you knew so well before the +bursting of the war-cloud. To dance attendance +upon an Imperial Crown-Prince, as well as upon an +autocratic Emperor, becomes after a time a wearisome +business, however gay and cosmopolitan a +man may be.</p> + +<p>I had only been at home a few hours when a +telephone message summoned me at five o'clock to +the Crown-Prince's Palace.</p> + +<p>His Imperial Highness, who had, I knew, been +lunching with the Emperor at the Königliches +Schloss across the bridge, seemed unusually serious +and thoughtful. Perhaps the Emperor had again +shown his anger at his peccadilloes, as he did so +frequently.</p> + +<p>"Count," he said, after a few seconds of silence, +during which I noted that upon his table lay a +private letter from the German Ambassador in +London. "You will recall my conversation regarding +the Countess von Leutenberg—eh?"</p> + +<p>"Perfectly," was my reply.</p> + +<p>"I told you that I should require you to introduce +me," he said. "Well, I want you to do so this +evening. She has taken a box at the Königliche +Opera to-night, where they are to play <i>Falstaff</i>. I +shall be there, and you will be with me. Then you +will introduce me to your pretty friend. Understand?" +And he grinned.</p> + +<p>That night, in accordance with my instructions, +I sat in the Emperor's box with the Crown-Prince, +Tresternitz, and two personal-adjutants, and, recognizing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +the Countess von Leutenberg in a box opposite, +accompanied by an elderly lady, I took the +Crown-Prince round, and there presented her to him, +greatly to her surprise and undisguised delight.</p> + +<p>The Prince and the Countess chatted together, +while I sat with her elderly companion. Then, when +we had withdrawn, my Imperial Master exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Ah! my dear Heltzendorff. Why, she is one +of the prettiest women in all Berlin! Surely it is +unfortunate—most unfortunate."</p> + +<p>What was unfortunate? I was further puzzled +by that last sentence, yet I dare not ask any explanation, +and we went back to our own box.</p> + +<p>After our return to the Palace the Crown-Prince, +who was standing in one of the corridors talking +with the slim, fair-haired Baroness von Wedel, one +of his wife's ladies-in-waiting, left her and beckoned +me into an adjoining room.</p> + +<p>"I wish you, Heltzendorff, to call upon the Countess +von Leutenberg at nine o'clock to-morrow evening. +She will expect you."</p> + +<p>I looked at his Highness, much puzzled. How +did he know that the pretty Countess would expect +me?</p> + +<p>But he gave me no time to reply, merely turning +upon his heel, and striding down the corridor to the +private apartments.</p> + +<p>Punctually at nine o'clock that wintry evening +I called at the Lennestrasse, but Josef, the elderly +manservant, informed me that his mistress was +engaged, adding that His Imperial Highness the +Crown-Prince had paid a surprise call.</p> + +<p>"The Crown-Prince here!" I gasped, astounded.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Count. And, further, my mistress is in +high glee, for my master returned this morning quite +unexpectedly from London. He has been out at the +Ministry for Foreign Affairs all the evening, and +I expect him home at any moment. The Crown-Prince +ordered me to ask you to await him here."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p> + +<p>Count von Leutenberg in Berlin! What did it +mean? He was absurdly jealous, I recollected. +He might return at any moment and find the Crown-Prince +alone in the Countess's drawing-room. If +so, the situation might certainly be a most unpleasant +one.</p> + +<p>Hardly had the thought crossed my mind when +I heard the Count enter, his spurs clinking and his +sabre rattling as he strode up the stairs.</p> + +<p>I crept forth, listening breathlessly.</p> + +<p>A few seconds later I heard the Count's voice +raised in anger and high, bitter words. Next moment +I sprang up the stairs and, dashing into the room, +found the pretty Countess standing near the window, +white and rigid as a statue, while the two men in +uniform faced each other. Von Leutenberg's countenance +was distorted with rage as he abused the +Crown-Prince, and openly charged him with having +brought about his exile to London.</p> + +<p>His Highness made no reply, but only smiled +sarcastically and shrugged his narrow shoulders.</p> + +<p>So enraged the other became at this latter gesture +that, with a sudden movement, he drew his sword.</p> + +<p>The Countess shrieked and swooned as I sprang +forward and stayed her husband's hand.</p> + +<p>It was a dramatic moment. The Count instantly +realized the enormity of his crime, and his hand +dropped.</p> + +<p>"Enough!" cried the Crown-Prince, waving his +adversary aside. Then, turning to me, he said in +a calm, hard voice:</p> + +<p>"Heltzendorff, you are witness that this man has +drawn his sword upon the heir to the Throne."</p> + +<p>And with those haughty words he bowed stiffly +and strode out of the room.</p> + +<p>Two hours later I was commanded to the Kaiser's +presence, and found him in counsel with his son.</p> + +<p>The Emperor, who wore the uniform of the Guards, +looked pale and troubled, yet in his eyes there was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +a keen, determined look. As I passed the sentries +and entered the lofty study, with its upholstery and +walls of pale green damask—that room from which +the Empire and the whole world have so often been +addressed—the Kaiser broke off short in his conversation.</p> + +<p>Turning to me as he still sat at his littered table, +he said in that quick, impetuous way of his:</p> + +<p>"Count Heltzendorff, the Crown-Prince has informed +me of what has occurred this evening in the +Lennestrasse. I wish you to convey this at once +to Count von Leutenberg and to give it into his own +hand. There is no reply."</p> + +<p>And His Majesty handed me a rather bulky +envelope addressed in his own bold handwriting, +and bearing his own private cipher impressed in +black wax.</p> + +<p>Thus commanded, I bowed, withdrew, and took +a taxicab straight to the Lennestrasse, being +ushered by Josef into the presence of husband and +wife in that same room I had quitted a couple of +hours before.</p> + +<p>I handed the Count the packet the Emperor had +given me, and with trembling fingers he tore it open.</p> + +<p>From within he drew three letters, those same +letters which his wife had written to London, and +which had been intercepted by the Secret Service—the +letters which I had read in his Highness's room.</p> + +<p>As he scanned the lines which the Emperor had +penned his face blanched. A loud cry of dismay +escaped his wife as she recognized her own letters, +and she snatched the note from her husband's hand +and also read it.</p> + +<p>The light died instantly from her beautiful countenance. +Then, turning to me, she said in a hoarse, +hopeless tone:</p> + +<p>"Thank you, Count von Heltzendorff. Tell His +Majesty the Emperor that his command shall be—yes, +it shall be obeyed."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + +<p>Those last words she spoke in a deep, hoarse whisper, +a strange, wild look of desperation in her blue eyes.</p> + +<p>An hour later I reported again at the Imperial +Palace, was granted audience of the Emperor, and +gave him the verbal reply.</p> + +<p>His Majesty uttered no word, merely nodding his +head slowly in approval.</p> + +<p>Next afternoon a painful sensation was caused +throughout Berlin when the <i>Abendpost</i> published the +news that Count von Leutenberg, the man so recently +promoted by the Emperor, and his pretty wife had +both been found dead in their room. During the +night they had evidently burned some papers, for +the tinder was found in the stove, and having agreed +to die together, they being so much attached during +life, they had both taken prussic acid in some wine, +the bottle and half-emptied glasses being still upon +the table.</p> + +<p>The romantic affair, the truth of which I here +reveal for the first time, was regarded by all Berlin +as an inexplicable tragedy. The public are still +unaware of how those intercepted letters contained +serious warnings to the British Government of the +Emperor's hostile intentions towards Britain, and +the probable date of the outbreak of war. Indeed, +they recounted a private conversation which the +Countess had overheard between the Kaiser and +Count Zeppelin, repeating certain opprobrious +epithets which the All-Highest had bestowed upon +one or two British statesmen, and she also pointed +out the great danger of a pending rupture between the +two Powers, as well as explaining some details regarding +the improved Zeppelins in course of construction +secretly on Lake Constance, and certain scandals regarding +the private life of the Crown-Prince.</p> + +<p>It was for the latter reason that the heir, aided +by the War-Lord, took his revenge in a manner so +crafty, so subtle, and so typical of the innate cunning +of the Hohenzollerns.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> + +<p>Thus the well-meant warnings of one of your good, +honest Englishwomen never reached the unsuspicious +address to which they were sent, and thus did +"Willie"—who, as I afterwards discovered, devised +that subtle vengeance—act as the Emperor's +catspaw.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_TWO" id="SECRET_NUMBER_TWO"></a>SECRET NUMBER TWO</h2> +<h3>THE CROWN-PRINCE'S REVENGE</h3> + + +<p>The Trautmann affair was one which caused +a wild sensation at Potsdam in the autumn +of 1912.</p> + +<p>In the Emperor's immediate entourage there was +a great deal of gossip, most of it ill-natured and +cruel, for most ladies-in-waiting possess serpents' +tongues. Their tongues are as sharp as their +features, and though there may be a few pretty +maids-of-honour, yet the majority of women at +Court are, as you know, my dear Le Queux, mostly +plain and uninteresting.</p> + +<p>I became implicated in the unsavoury Trautmann +affair, in a somewhat curious manner.</p> + +<p>A few months after the Leutenberg tragedy I +chanced to be lunching at the "Esplanade" in +Berlin, chatting with Laroque, of the French Embassy. +Our hostess was Frau Breitenbach, a wealthy +Jewess—a woman who came from Dortmund—and +who was spending money like water in order to +wriggle into Berlin society. As personal-adjutant +of the Crown-Prince I was, of course, one of the +principal guests, and I suspected that she was angling +for a card of invitation to the next ball at the Marmor +Palace.</p> + +<p>Who introduced me to the portly, black-haired, +rather handsome woman I quite forget. Probably it +was some nobody who received a commission upon +the introduction—for at the Berlin Court introductions<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +are bought and sold just as the succulent +sausage is sold over the counter.</p> + +<p>In the big white-and-gold <i>salle-à-manger</i> of the +"Esplanade," which, as you know, is one of the +finest in Europe, Frau Breitenbach was lunching +with sixteen guests at one big round table, her +daughter Elise, a very smartly dressed girl of nineteen, +seated opposite to her. It was a merry party, +including as it did some of the most renowned persons +in the Empire, among them being the Imperial +Chancellor, Bethmann-Hollweg, of the long, grave +face and pointed beard, and that grand seigneur +who was a favourite at Court, the multi-millionaire +Serene Highness Prince Maximilian Egon zu Fürstenberg. +Of the latter it may be said that no man +rivalled his influence with the Emperor. What he +said was law in Germany.</p> + +<p>Fürstenberg was head of the famous "Prince's +Trust," now dissolved, but at that time, with its +capital of a hundred million pounds, it was a great +force in the German commercial world. Indeed, +such a boon companion was he of the Kaiser's that +an august but purely decorative and ceremonial +place was actually invented for him as Colonel-Marshal +of the Prussian Court, an excuse to wear +a gay uniform and gorgeous decorations as befitted +a man who, possessing twenty millions sterling, was +an important asset to the Emperor in his deep-laid +scheme for world-power.</p> + +<p>Another Prince of the "Trust" was fat old Kraft +zu Hohenlohe Oehringen, but as he had only a +paltry ten millions he did not rank so high in the +War-Lord's favour.</p> + +<p>Fürstenberg, seated next to the estimable Jewess, +was chatting affably with her. Her husband was +in America upon some big steel transaction, but her +pretty daughter Elise sat laughing merrily with a +young, square-headed lieutenant of the Death's +Head Hussars.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> + +<p>That merry luncheon party was the prologue of +a very curious drama.</p> + +<p>I was discussing the occult with a middle-aged +lady on my right, a sister of Herr Alfred Ballin, the +shipping king. In society discussions upon the +occult are always illuminating, and as we chatted +I noticed that far across the crowded room, at a +table set in a window, there sat alone a dark-haired, +sallow, good-looking young civilian, who, immaculate +in a grey suit, was eating his lunch in a rather bored +manner, yet his eyes were fixed straight upon the +handsome, dark-haired young girl, Elise Breitenbach, +as though she exercised over him some strange +fascination.</p> + +<p>Half a dozen times I glanced across, and on each +occasion saw that the young man had no eyes for +the notables around the table, his gaze being fixed +upon the daughter of the great financier, whose +interests, especially in America, were so widespread +and profitable.</p> + +<p>Somehow—why I cannot even now decide—I felt +a distinct belief that the young civilian's face was +familiar to me. It was not the first time I had seen +him, yet I could not recall the circumstances in +which we had met. I examined my memory, but +could not recollect where I had before seen him, yet +I felt convinced that it was in circumstances of a +somewhat mysterious kind.</p> + +<p>Two nights later I had dined with the Breitenbachs +at their fine house in the Alsenstrasse. The +only guest beside myself was the thin-faced, loud-speaking +old Countess von Bassewitz, and after +dinner, served in a gorgeous dining-room which +everywhere betrayed the florid taste of the parvenu, +Frau Breitenbach took the Countess aside to talk, +while I wandered with her daughter into the winter +garden, with its high palms and gorgeous exotics, +that overlooked the gardens of the Austrian Embassy.</p> + +<p>When we were seated in cane chairs, and the man<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +had brought us coffee, the pretty Elise commenced +to question me about life at the Crown-Prince's +Court, expressing much curiosity concerning the +private life of His Imperial Highness.</p> + +<p>Such questions came often from the lips of young +girls in society, and I knew how to answer them with +both humour and politeness.</p> + +<p>"How intensely interesting it must be to be +personal-adjutant to the Crown-Prince! Mother +is dying to get a command to one of the receptions +at Potsdam," the girl said. "Only to-day she was +wondering—well, whether you could possibly use +your influence in that direction?"</p> + +<p>In an instant I saw why I had been invited to +dinners and luncheons so often, and why I had been +left alone with the sweet-faced, dark-eyed girl.</p> + +<p>I reflected a moment. Then I said:</p> + +<p>"I do not think that will be very difficult. I will +see what can be done. But I hope that if I am successful +you will accompany your mother," I added +courteously, as I lit a cigarette.</p> + +<p>"It is really most kind of you," the girl declared, +springing up with delight, for the mere thought of +going to Court seemed to give her intense pleasure. +Yet all women, young and old, are alike in that +respect. The struggle to set foot near the throne +is, as you yourself have seen, always an unseemly +one, and, alas! the cause of many heart-burnings.</p> + +<p>When I looked in at Tresternitz's room in the +Palace next morning, I scribbled down the name of +mother and daughter for cards.</p> + +<p>"Who are they?" grunted the old marshal, +removing a big cigar from his puffy lips.</p> + +<p>"People I know—they're all right, and the girl +is very good-looking."</p> + +<p>"Good. We can do with a little beauty here +nowadays. We've had an infernally ugly lot at +the balls lately," declared the man, who was the +greatest gossip at Court, and who thereupon commenced<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +to tell me a scandalous story regarding one +of the ladies-in-waiting to the Kaiserin who had +disappeared from the New Palace, and was believed +to be living in Scotland.</p> + +<p>"The Emperor is furious," he added. "But he +doesn't know the real truth, and never will, I +expect."</p> + +<p>A week later the Crown-Prince and Princess gave +a grand ball at the Marmor Palace at Potsdam, and +the Emperor himself attended.</p> + +<p>Frau Breitenbach, gorgeously attired, made her +bow before the All-Highest, and her daughter did +the same.</p> + +<p>That night I saw that the Kaiser was in no good +mood. He seldom was at the Court functions. +Indeed, half an hour before his arrival the Crown-Prince +had told me, in confidence, of his father's +annoyance at the failure of some diplomatic negotiations +with Britain.</p> + +<p>The Emperor, in his brilliant uniform, with the +Order of the Black Eagle, of which he was <i>chef-souverain</i>, +and the diamond stars of many foreign +Orders, presented a truly Imperial figure, his shrewd, +unrelenting gaze everywhere, his upturned moustache +accentuated, his voice unusually sharp and commanding.</p> + +<p>I spoke with Elise, and afterwards, when I danced +with her I saw how impressed she was by the glitter +and glamour of the Potsdam Court circle, and by +the fact that she was in the presence of the All-Highest +One, without whose gracious nod nothing +could hope to prosper in the Fatherland, and +without whose approval no public work could be +undertaken in Berlin. Those statesmen, admirals +and generals present might plan, but he alone willed. +His approval or his frown was as a decree of Providence, +and his autocratic will greater than that of +his "brother," Nicholas of Russia.</p> + +<p>I remember how, one day in the Militär-Kabinett,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +an old buffer at Court whom we called "Hans" +Hohenlohe—he was one of the hundred and sixty +odd members of the aristocratic family of Hohenlohe +which swarm the Fatherland, mostly penurious, by-the-way, +salary-grabbers, all elbowing each other +to secure the Kaiser's favour—made a very true +remark which has ever remained in my memory. +It was very soon after Herr von Libenau, the Imperial +Master of Ceremony, had been arrested owing +to a scandal at Court, though perfectly innocent. +My friend "Hans" Hohenlohe said in a low, confidential +whisper at a shooting party, after the +French Ambassador had wished us a merry <i>bon jour</i> +and passed out:</p> + +<p>"My dear friend Heltzendorff, you, like myself, +know that war is inevitable. It must come soon! +The reason is to be found in the madness of the +Emperor, which has spread among our military +party and among the people, till most of them are +no more sane than himself. Hypnotized by good +fortune, we have become demented with an overweening +vanity and a philosophy which must end +in our undoing. The Emperor's incessant drum-beating, +sabre-rattling, and blasphemous appeals +to the Almighty have brought our German nation +to that state which, since the world began, has +ever gone before destruction."</p> + +<p>No truer words were ever spoken of modern +Germany.</p> + +<p>They recurred to me as, while waltzing with the +pretty daughter of the Dortmund parvenu, I +noticed the Emperor standing aside, chatting with +old Von Zeppelin, who every now and then patted +his silvery hair, a habit of his when in conversation. +With the pair stood Ernst Auguste, the young +Duke of Brunswick, who in the following year married +the Emperor's daughter, the rather petulant and +go-ahead Victoria Louise. The Prince, who wore +the uniform of the Prussian Guard, was laughing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +heartily over some remark of old Zeppelin's as, +with my partner, I passed quite close to them.</p> + +<p>The dainty Elise was, I found, quite an entertaining +little person. Old Tresternitz had already whispered +his opinion of her.</p> + +<p>"Undoubtedly the prettiest girl at Court," he +had declared, with a twinkle in his grey eyes.</p> + +<p>From words the pretty Elise let drop that night +as she hung upon my arm I wondered whether she +was really as ingenuous as she pretended. And yet +Frau Breitenbach was one of dozens of others +who strove to enter the Court circle, flapping their +wings vainly to try and cross the wide gulf which +separated the "high life" in Berlin from "Court +life."</p> + +<p>The rooms were stifling, therefore I took my pretty +dancing partner along a corridor and through several +deserted apartments into the east wing of the Palace, +showing her some of the Crown-Princess's private +rooms, until at length we stepped through a French +window on to the long terrace before the lake, the +Heilige-See.</p> + +<p>There we were alone. The white moon was +reflected upon the waters, and after the heat of the +ball-room the balmy air was delightful.</p> + +<p>Against the marble balustrade beside the water +I stood chatting with her. All was silent save for +the tramp of soldiers passing near, for the guard +was at that hour changing. As became a courtier, +I chaffed and laughed with her, my intention being +to learn more concerning her.</p> + +<p>But she was, I found, an extremely discreet +and clever little person, a fact which further increased +the mystery.</p> + +<p>One night about two months later I had an appointment +with Max Reinhardt at the Deutsches +Theater, in Berlin, to arrange a Royal visit there, +and after the performance I went back to the Palace, +prior to retiring to my rooms in the Krausenstrasse.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +The guards saluted as I crossed the dark courtyard, +and having passed through the corridors to the +private apartments I entered with my key the +Crown-Prince's locked study.</p> + +<p>To my surprise, I found "Willie" seated there +with the Emperor in earnest discussion.</p> + +<p>With apology, I bowed instantly and withdrew, +whereupon the Kaiser exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Come in, Heltzendorff. I want you."</p> + +<p>Then he cast a quick, mysterious glance at the +young man, who had thrown himself in lazy attitude +into a long cane lounge chair. It was as though +His Majesty was hesitating to speak with me, or +asking his son's permission to do so.</p> + +<p>"Tell me, Heltzendorff," exclaimed His Majesty +suddenly, "do you know this person?" and he +placed before my astonished gaze a very artistic +cabinet photograph of the pretty Elise.</p> + +<p>"Yes," I answered frankly, quite taken aback. +"It is Fräulein Breitenbach."</p> + +<p>"And what do you know of her?" inquired His +Majesty sharply. "You introduced her and her +mother to Court, I believe."</p> + +<p>I saw that the Emperor had discovered something +which annoyed him. What could it be?</p> + +<p>At once I was compelled to admit that I had set +down their names for invitation, and, further, I +explained all that I knew about them.</p> + +<p>"You are certain you know nothing more?" +asked the Emperor, his brows contracted and his +eyes fixed steadily upon mine. "Understand that +no blame attaches to you."</p> + +<p>I assured him that I had revealed all that I knew +concerning them.</p> + +<p>"Hold no further communication with either +mother or daughter," His Majesty said. "Leave for +Paris by the eight o'clock train to-morrow morning, +and go to Baron von Steinmetz, the chief of our +confidential service in France."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then, turning to the Crown-Prince, he said: "You +have his address."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the younger man. "He is passing as +Monsieur Felix Reumont, and is living at 114 bis, +Avenue de Neuilly, close to the Pont."</p> + +<p>I scribbled the name and address upon the back +of an envelope, whereupon His Majesty said:</p> + +<p>"Carry my verbal orders to Steinmetz, and tell +him to act upon the orders I sent him by courier +yesterday. And you will assist him. He will explain +matters fully when you arrive."</p> + +<p>Then, crossing to the Crown-Prince's writing-table, +His Majesty took a large envelope, into +which, with the same hand, he dexterously placed +the photograph with several papers, and sealed +them with the Crown-Prince's seal. At the +moment the Crown-Princess entered, said some +words to her husband in a low voice, and went +out again.</p> + +<p>"Give this to Von Steinmetz from me," His Majesty +said after she had gone.</p> + +<p>I bowed as I took it from His Majesty's hand, my +curiosity now greatly excited regarding Frau Breitenbach +and her pretty daughter. What, I wondered, +was in the wind?</p> + +<p>"And, Heltzendorff, please report to me," remarked +the Heir, still lounging lazily in the chair, his white, +well-manicured hands clasped behind his head. +"Where shall you stay?"</p> + +<p>"At the Hôtel Chatham. I always stay there in +preference to the larger hotels."</p> + +<p>"And not a bad judge," laughed His Majesty +merrily. "I remember when I used to go to Paris +incognito one could dine at the 'Chatham' most +excellently—old-fashioned, but very good. Vian's, +across the road, is also good."</p> + +<p>The Kaiser knows Paris well, though he has never +visited the French capital openly.</p> + +<p>Bowing, I took leave of my Imperial master, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +next morning at eight o'clock, set out upon my +mysterious mission.</p> + +<p>I found the Baron von Steinmetz living in a good-sized +house in the leafy Avenue de Neuilly, not far +from the bridge. One of the cleverest and most +astute officials that Germany possessed, and a man +high in the Kaiser's favour, he had, in the name of +Felix Reumont, purchased, with Government funds +of course, a cinema theatre in the Rue Lafayette, and +ostensibly upon the proceeds of that establishment +lived comfortably out at Neuilly.</p> + +<p>At eleven o'clock in the morning his valet, evidently +a German, showed me in.</p> + +<p>"I quite understand, my dear Heltzendorff," he +said, as in his cosy little den he took from the +Emperor's packet the picture of Fräulein Elise and +stood gazing at it thoughtfully. "It is quite plain +why you should have been sent by His Majesty."</p> + +<p>"Why. I don't understand. But His Majesty +told me that you would explain. The young lady +and her mother are friends of mine."</p> + +<p>"Exactly. That's just it!" exclaimed the round-faced, +rather florid man whom I had once met before. +"You apparently know but little of them—eh?—or +you would not call them your friends!"</p> + +<p>Those mysterious words surprised me, but I was +the more astounded when he continued:</p> + +<p>"You of course know of those disgraceful anonymous +letters which have been continually arriving +at Court—of the Emperor's fury concerning them."</p> + +<p>I replied in the affirmative, for, as a matter of fact, +for the past three months the whole Court had been +flooded with most abusive and disgraceful correspondence +concerning the camarilla that had again +sprung up around the Kaiser. The Emperor, the +Empress, the Crown-Prince and Princess, Prince +Eitel, Sophie Caroline, Prince Henry of Prussia and +others had received letters, most of them in typewriting, +containing the most intimate details of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +scandals concerning men and women around the +Emperor.</p> + +<p>Fully a dozen of these letters addressed to the +Crown-Prince he had handed to me—letters denouncing +in some cases perfectly innocent people, destroying +the reputations of honest men and women, and +abusing the Heir to the Throne in an outrageous +manner.</p> + +<p>On at least three occasions "Willie" had shown +me letters addressed to the Kaiser himself, and +intercepted by the Kaiserin, who, in consequence of +this flood of anonymous epistles that had produced +such a terrible sensation at Potsdam, had ordered +that all such letters found in the Imperial post-bag +should be handed at once to her.</p> + +<p>The great War-Lord's feelings had been sorely +wounded by the vitriolic shafts, and his vanity much +injured by the boldness of the unknown letter-writer +who had dared to speak his mind concerning the +Eulenburg scandals, which Maximilian Harden had +some time before exposed in the <i>Zukunft</i>.</p> + +<p>All Berlin was gossiping about the scandal of the +letters and the horrible innuendoes contained in them. +The <i>Allerhöchste Person</i>, though boiling over with +anger, blissfully believed that outside the Palaces +nothing was known of the contents of the correspondence. +But the Emperor, in his vanity, never +accurately gauges the mind of his people.</p> + +<p>"The identity of the writer is the point that is +engaging my attention," the Baron said, as, seating +himself at his big, carved-oak writing-table, he +opened a drawer and drew forth a bundle of quite a +hundred letters, adding: "All these that you see +here have been addressed either to the Emperor or +the Empress," and he handed me one or two, which +on scanning I saw contained some outrageous statements, +allegations which would make the hair of the +All-Highest One bristle with rage.</p> + +<p>"Well!" I exclaimed, aghast, looking up at the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +Baron after I had read an abusive letter, which in +cold, even lines of typewriting commenced with the +words: "You, a withered crook in spectacular +uniform better fitted for the stage of the Metropol +Theatre, should, instead of invoking the aid of Providence, +clear out your own Augean stable. Its +smell is nauseous to the nostrils of decent people. +Surely you should blush to have feasted in the castle +of Liebenberg with the poet, Prince Philip, and your +degenerate companions, Hohenau, Johannes Lynar, +and your dearly beloved Kuno!"</p> + +<p>And the abusive missive proceeded to denounce +two of my friends, ladies-in-waiting at the Neues +Palais, and to make some blackguardly allegations +concerning the idol. Von Hindenburg.</p> + +<p>"Well," I exclaimed, "that certainly is a very +interesting specimen of anonymous correspondence."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is!" exclaimed the Baron. "In Berlin +every inquiry has been made to trace its author. +Schunke, head of the detective police, was charged +by the Emperor to investigate. He did so, and both +he and Klewitz failed utterly. Now it has been +given into my hands."</p> + +<p>"Have you discovered any clue to the writer?" +I asked anxiously, knowing full well what a storm of +indignation those letters had produced in our own +circle.</p> + +<p>Presently, when I sat with the Baron at his table, +he switched on an intense electric light, even though +it was day-time, and then spread out some of the +letters above a small, square mirror.</p> + +<p>"You see they are on various kinds of note-paper, +bearing all kinds of watermarks, of French, +English, and German manufacture. Some we have +here are upon English paper, because it is heavy and +thick. Again, three different makes of typewriter +have been used—one a newly-invented importation +from America. The written letters are, you will +see, mostly in a man's hand."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, I see all that," I said. "But what have +you discovered concerning their author? The letter +I received bore a French stamp and the postmark +of Angers."</p> + +<p>He placed before me quite a dozen envelopes +addressed to the Emperor and Empress, all bearing the +postmark of that town in the Maine-et-Loire. Others +had been posted in Leipzig, Wilhelmshaven, Tours, +Antwerp, Berlin-Wilmersdorf, and other places.</p> + +<p>"The investigation is exceedingly difficult, I can +assure you," he said. "I have had the assistance of +some of the best scientific brains of our Empire in +making comparisons and analyses. Indeed, Professor +Harbge is with me from Berlin."</p> + +<p>As he uttered those words the Professor himself, +an elderly, spectacled man in grey tweeds, entered +the room. I knew him and greeted him.</p> + +<p>"We have been studying the writing-papers," +the Professor said presently, as he turned over the +letters, some of which were upon commercial typewriting +paper, some on cheap thin paper from fashionable +"blocks," and others upon various tinted paper +of certain mills, as their watermarks showed. The +papers were various, but the scurrilous hand was the +clever and evasive one of some person who certainly +knew the innermost secrets of the German Court.</p> + +<p>"Sixteen different varieties of paper have been +received at the Neues and Marmor Palaces," the +Baron remarked. "Well, I have worked for two +months, night and day, upon the inquiry, for, as you +know, the tentacles of our Teuton octopus are everywhere. +I have discovered that eleven of these +varieties of paper can be purchased at a certain +small stationer's shop, Lancry's, in the Boulevard +Haussmann, close to the 'Printemps.' One paper +especially is sold nowhere else in Paris. It is this."</p> + +<p>And he held over a mirror a letter upon a small +sheet of note-paper bearing the watermark of a bull's +head.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That paper was made at a mill in the south of +Devonshire, in England, destroyed by fire five years +ago. Paper of that make cannot be obtained anywhere +else in France," he declared.</p> + +<p>I at once realized how much patience must have +been expended upon the inquiry, and said:</p> + +<p>"Then you have actually fixed the shop where the +writer purchased his paper?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," he replied. "And we know that the +newly-invented typewriter, a specimen one, was sold +by the Maison Audibert, in Marseilles. The purchaser +of the typewriter in Marseilles purchases his +paper and envelopes at Lancry's, in the Boulevard +Haussmann."</p> + +<p>"Splendid!" I said enthusiastically, for it was +clear that the Baron, with the thousand-and-one +secret agents at his beck and call, had been able, with +the Professor's aid, to fix the source of the stationery. +"But," I added, "what is wanted from me?" +Why, I wondered, had His Majesty sent the Baron +that photograph of Elise Breitenbach?</p> + +<p>"I want you to go with me to the central door of +the 'Printemps' at four o'clock this afternoon, and we +will watch Lancry's shop across the way," the Baron +replied.</p> + +<p>This we did, and from four till six o'clock we stood, +amid the bustle of foot passengers, watching the small +stationer's on the opposite side of the boulevard, +yet without result.</p> + +<p>Next day and the next I accompanied the prosperous +cinema proprietor upon his daily vigil, but in vain, +until his reluctance to tell me the reason why I had +been sent to Paris annoyed me considerably.</p> + +<p>On the fifth afternoon, just before five o'clock, +while we were strolling together, smoking and +chatting, the Baron's eyes being fixed upon the door +of the small single-fronted shop, I saw him suddenly +start, and then make pretence of utter indifference.</p> + +<p>"Look!" he whispered beneath his breath.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> + +<p>I glanced across and saw a young man just about +to enter the shop.</p> + +<p>The figure was unfamiliar, but, catching sight of +his face, I held my breath. I had seen that sallow, +deep-eyed countenance before.</p> + +<p>It was the young man who, two months previously, +had sat eating his luncheon alone at the "Esplanade," +apparently fascinated by the beauty of little Elise +Breitenbach!</p> + +<p>"Well," exclaimed the Baron. "I see you +recognize him—eh? He is probably going to buy +more paper for his scurrilous screeds."</p> + +<p>"Yes. But who is he? What is his name?" I +asked anxiously. "I have seen him before, but +have no exact knowledge of him."</p> + +<p>The Baron did not reply until we were back again +in the cosy room in Neuilly. Then, opening his +cigar-box, he said:</p> + +<p>"That young man, the author of the outrageous +insults to His Majesty, is known as Franz Seeliger, +but he is the disgraced, ne'er-do-well son of General +von Trautmann, Captain-General of the Palace +Guard."</p> + +<p>"The son of old Von Trautmann!" I gasped in +utter amazement. "Does the father know?"</p> + +<p>The Baron grinned and shrugged his shoulders.</p> + +<p>Then after I had related to him the incident at +the "Esplanade," he said:</p> + +<p>"That is of greatest interest. Will you return to +Berlin and report to the Emperor what you have +seen here? His Majesty has given me that +instruction."</p> + +<p>Much mystified, I was also highly excited that the +actual writer of those abominable letters had been +traced and identified. The Baron told me of the +long weeks of patient inquiry and careful watching; +of how the young fellow had been followed to Angers +and other towns in France where the letters were +posted, and of his frequent visits to Berlin. He had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +entered a crack regiment, but had been dismissed the +Army for forgery and undergone two years' imprisonment. +Afterwards he had fallen in with a gang of +clever international hotel thieves, and become what +is known as a <i>rat d'hôtel</i>. Now, because of a personal +grievance against the Emperor, who had ordered his +prosecution, he seemed to have by some secret +means ferreted out every bit of scandal at Potsdam, +exaggerated it, invented amazing additions, and in +secret sown it broadcast.</p> + +<p>His hand would have left no trace if he had not +been so indiscreet as to buy his paper from that +one shop close to the Rue de Provence, where he +had rooms.</p> + +<p>On the third night following I stood in the Emperor's +private room at Potsdam and made my +report, explaining all that I knew and what I had +witnessed in Paris.</p> + +<p>"That man knows a very great deal—but how +does he know?" snapped the Emperor, who had +just returned from Berlin, and was in civilian attire, +a garb quite unusual to him. He had no doubt +been somewhere incognito—visiting a friend perhaps. +"See Schunke early to-morrow," he ordered, "and +tell him to discover the link between this young +blackguard and your friends the Breitenbachs, and +report to me."</p> + +<p>I was about to protest that the Breitenbachs were +not my friends, but next instant drew my breath, +for I saw that the great War-Lord, even though he +wore a blue serge suit, was filled with suppressed +anger.</p> + +<p>"This mystery must be cleared up!" he declared +in a hard voice, reflecting no doubt upon the terrible +abuse which the writer had heaped upon him, all +the allegations, by-the-way, having contained a +certain substratum of truth.</p> + +<p>Next morning I sat with the bald-headed and +astute Schunke at the headquarters of the detective<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +police in Berlin, and there discussed the affair fully, +explaining the result of my journey to Paris and what +I had seen, and giving him the order from the Kaiser.</p> + +<p>"But, Count, if this woman Breitenbach and her +pretty daughter are your friends you will be able +to visit them and glean something," he said.</p> + +<p>"I have distinct orders from the Emperor not to +visit them while the inquiry is in process," I replied.</p> + +<p>Schunke grunted in dissatisfaction, stroked his +iron-grey beard, but made no further comment.</p> + +<p>We walked out together, and I left him at the door +of the Etat-major of the Army in the Königsplatz.</p> + +<p>Later that same morning I returned to the Marmor +Palace to report to the Crown-Prince, but found that +His Highness was absent upon an official visit of +inspection at Stuttgart. The Marshal of the Court, +Tresternitz, having given me the information, +laughed, and added:</p> + +<p>"Officially, according to to-day's newspapers, His +Highness is in Stuttgart, but unofficially I know that +he is at the Palace Hotel, in Brussels, where there is +a short-skirted variety attraction singing at the Eden +Theatre. So, my dear Heltzendorff, you can return +to the Krausenstrasse for a day or two."</p> + +<p>I went back to Berlin, the Crown-Princess being +away at Wiesbaden, and from day to day awaited +"Willie's" return.</p> + +<p>In the meantime I several times saw the great +detective, Schunke, and found that he was in constant +communication with Baron Steinmetz in Paris. +The pair were evidently leaving no stone unturned +to elucidate the mystery of those annoying letters, +which were still falling as so many bombs into the +centre of the Kaiser's Court.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, one Sunday night, all Berlin was electrified +at the news that General von Trautmann, +Captain-General of the Palace Guard—whom, truth +to tell, the Crown-Prince had long secretly hated +because he had once dared to utter some word of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +reproach—had been arrested, and sent to a fortress +at the Emperor's order.</p> + +<p>An hour after the arrest His Majesty's personal-adjutant +commanded me by telephone to attend at +the Berlin Schloss. When we were alone the Kaiser +turned to me suddenly, and said:</p> + +<p>"Count von Heltzendorff, you will say nothing of +your recent visit to Paris, or of the authorship of +those anonymous letters—you understand? You +know absolutely nothing."</p> + +<p>Then, being summarily dismissed by a wave of +the Imperial hand, I retired, more mystified than +ever. Why should my mouth be thus closed? I +dared not call at the Alsenstrasse to make my own +inquiries, yet I knew that the police had made theirs.</p> + +<p>When I returned to my rooms that evening +Schunke rang me up on the telephone with the news +that my friends the Breitenbachs had closed their +house and left early that morning for Brussels.</p> + +<p>"Where is Seeliger?" I inquired in great surprise.</p> + +<p>"In Brussels. The Breitenbachs have gone there +to join him, now that the truth is out and his father +is under arrest."</p> + +<p>The Emperor's fury was that of a lunatic. It +knew no bounds. His mind, poisoned against the +poor old General, he had fixed upon him as the +person responsible for that disgraceful correspondence +which for so many weeks had kept the Court +in constant turmoil and anxiety. Though His +Majesty was aware of the actual writer of the letters, +he would not listen to reason, and openly declared +that he would make an example of the silver-haired +old Captain-General of the Guard, who, after all, was +perfectly innocent of the deeds committed by his +vagabond son.</p> + +<p>A prosecution was ordered, and three weeks later +it took place <i>in camera</i>, the Baron, Schunke and a +number of detectives being ordered to give evidence. +So damning, indeed, was their testimony that the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +Judge passed the extreme sentence of twenty years' +imprisonment.</p> + +<p>And I, who knew and held proofs of the truth, +dared not protest!</p> + +<p>Where was the General's son—the real culprit and +author of the letters? I made inquiry of Schunke, +of the Baron, and of others who had, at the order +of the All-Highest, conspired to ruin poor Von Trautmann. +All, however, declared ignorance, and yet, +curiously enough, the fine house in the Alsenstrasse +still remained empty.</p> + +<p>Later, I discovered that the Crown-Prince had been +the prime mover in the vile conspiracy to send the +elderly Captain-General to prison and to the grave, +for of this his words to me one day—a year afterwards—were +sufficient proof:</p> + +<p>"It is a good job, Heltzendorff, that the Emperor +rid himself at last of that canting old pest, Von +Trautmann. He is now in a living tomb, and should +have been there four years ago!" and he laughed.</p> + +<p>I made no response. Instead, I thought of the +quiet, innocent old courtier languishing in prison +because he had somehow incurred the ill-will of the +Emperor's son, and I confess that I ground my teeth +at my own inability to expose the disgraceful truth.</p> + +<p>About six months after the secret trial of the +unfortunate General I had accompanied the Crown-Prince +on a visit to the Quirinal, and one afternoon +while strolling along the Corso, in Rome, suddenly +came face to face with the dainty little figure of +Fräulein Elise Breitenbach.</p> + +<p>In delight I took her into Ronzi's, the noted confectioner's +at the corner of the Piazza Colonna, and +there, at one of the little tables, she explained to me +how she and her mother, having become acquainted +with Franz Seeliger—not knowing him to be the +General's son—they suddenly fell under the suspicion +of the Berlin Secret Police, and, though much +puzzled, did not again come to Court.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> + +<p>Some weeks later mother and daughter chanced to +be in Paris, and one day called at Seeliger's rooms +in the Rue de Provence, but he was out. They, +however, were shown into his room to wait, and there +saw upon his table an abusive and scurrilous typewritten +letter in German addressed to the Emperor. +Then it suddenly dawned upon them that the affable +young man might be the actual author of those +infamous letters. It was this visit which, no doubt, +revealed to the Baron the young man's hiding-place. +Both mother and daughter, however, kept their own +counsel, met Seeliger next day, and watched, subsequently +learning, to their surprise, that he was +the son of General von Trautmann, and, further, +that he had as a friend one of the personal valets of +the Emperor, from whom, no doubt, he obtained his +inside information about persons at Court.</p> + +<p>"When his poor father was sentenced we knew +that the young man was living in Brussels, and at +once went there in order to induce him to come forward, +make confession, and so save the General from +disgrace," said the pretty girl seated before me. +"On arrival we saw him alone, and told him what +we had discovered in the Rue de Provence, whereupon +he admitted to us that he had written all the +letters, and announced that he intended to return +to Berlin next day and give himself up to the police +in order to secure his father's release."</p> + +<p>"And why did he not do so?" I asked eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Because next morning he was found dead in his +bed in the hotel."</p> + +<p>"Ah, suicide."</p> + +<p>"No," was her half-whispered reply. "He had +been strangled by an unknown hand—deliberately +murdered, as the Brussels police declared. They +were, of course, much mystified, for they did not +know, as we know, that neither the young man's +presence nor his confession were desired in Berlin."</p> + +<p>Fearing the Emperor's wrath, the Breitenbachs,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +like myself, dare not reveal what they knew—the +truth, which is here set down for the first time—and, +alas! poor General von Trautmann died in +prison at Mulheim last year.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_THREE" id="SECRET_NUMBER_THREE"></a>SECRET NUMBER THREE</h2> +<h3>HOW THE KAISER PERSECUTED A PRINCESS</h3> + + +<p>The truth of the dastardly plot which caused +the downfall of the unfortunate and much-maligned +Imperial Princess Luisa Antoinette Marie, +Archduchess of Austria, and wife of Friedrich-August, +now the reigning King of Saxony, has never yet been +revealed.</p> + +<p>I know, my dear Le Queux, that you had a good +deal to do with the "skittish Princess," as she was +called, and her affairs after she had left the Court of +Saxony and went to live near you in the Via Benedetto +da Foiano, in Florence. You were her friend, +and you were afterwards present at her secret marriage +in London. Therefore, what I here reveal concerning +a disgraceful conspiracy by which a clever, +accomplished, and generous Princess of the blood +Royal was hounded out of Germany will, I think, be +of peculiar interest to yourself and to those readers +for whom you are setting down my reminiscences.</p> + +<p>As you know, before being appointed to my recent +position in the Crown-Prince "Willie's" household, +I was personal-adjutant to His Majesty the Emperor, +and in that capacity accompanied Der Einzige (the +One) on his constant travels. Always hungry for +popular applause, the Emperor was ever on the move +with that morbid restlessness of which he is possessed, +and which drove him from city to city, hunting, +yachting, unveiling statues, opening public buildings, +paying ceremonial visits, or, when all excuses for +travel became exhausted, he presented new colours +to some regiment in some far-off garrison.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> + +<p>Indeed, within that one year, 1902, I accompanied +"William-the-Sudden" and his host of adjutants, +military and civil secretaries, valets, chasseurs and +flunkeys, to twenty-eight different cities in Germany +and Scandinavia, where he stopped and held Court. +Some cities we visited several times, being unwelcome +always because of the endless trouble, anxiety and +expense caused to the municipal authorities and +military casinos.</p> + +<p>I, of course, knew the charming Imperial Highness +the Crown-Princess Luisa of Saxony, as she often +came on visits to the Kaiserin, but I had never spoken +much with her until at Easter the Emperor went to +visit Dresden. He took with him, among other +people, one of his untitled boon companions, Judicial +Councillor Löhlein, a stout, flabby-faced hanger-on, +who at the time possessed great influence over him. +Indeed, he was really the Emperor's financial agent. +This man had, some time ago, very fortunately for the +Emperor, opened his eyes to the way in which Kunze +had manipulated the amazing Schloss Freiheit Lottery, +and had been able to point out to the All-Highest +One what a storm of ridicule, indignation and +defiance must arise in Berlin if he attempted to carry +out his huge reconstruction and building scheme.</p> + +<p>I was present in the Emperor's room at Potsdam +when old Löhlein, with whom sat Herr von Wedell, +openly declared to the Emperor that if he prosecuted +his pet building scheme great indignation must arise, +not only in the capital, but in Hanover, Wiesbaden, +and Kassel.</p> + +<p>The Kaiser knitted his brows and listened attentively +to both of his advisers. I well remember how, +next day, the Press, in order to allay the public dissatisfaction, +declared that the huge building projects +of the Emperor never existed. They had been purely +imaginary ideas put forward by a syndicate of speculative +builders and taken up by the newspapers.</p> + +<p>Without doubt the podgy, fair-haired man in gold-rimmed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +spectacles, the Judicial Councillor Löhlein, by +crushing the Kaiser's mad scheme gained considerable +popularity in a certain circle. He was, however, a +man of exceptional craft and cunning, and during the +eight years or so he remained the intimate friend of +the Emperor he must have, by advising and looking +after the Imperial investments, especially in America, +amassed a great fortune.</p> + +<p>On the occasion of our Easter visit to the Saxon +Court—a Court which, to say the least, was a most +dull and uninteresting one—we all went, as is the +custom there, to the shoot at the Vogelschiessen, a +large wooden bird made up of pieces which fall out +when hit in a vital part. The bird target is set up at +the Easter fair held close to Dresden, and on that +afternoon the whole Court annually go to try their +skill at marksmanship. We were a merry party. +The Emperor went with the old King and Queen of +Saxony, being accompanied by the Crown-Prince +Friedrich-August and the Crown-Princess Luisa, +merry, laughing, full of spirits, and unusually good-looking +for a Royalty.</p> + +<p>The Saxon Royal Family all shot, and, thanks to +her father's tuition, the Crown-Princess knocked a +piece out of the bird at the first shot, which sent the +public wild with enthusiasm.</p> + +<p>Luisa was the most popular woman in Saxony, and +deservedly so, for hers had been a love match. Her +father, Ferdinand IV., Grand Duke of Tuscany, had, +at the suggestion of the Emperor Francis Joseph, +endeavoured to arrange a match between the Princess +and the man now known as "foxy" Ferdinand of +Bulgaria. With that object a grand <i>dîner de cérémonie</i> +was held one night at the Imperial Castle of +Salzburg, and at that dinner Luisa, suspecting the +conspiracy, publicly insulted the Ruler of Bulgaria, +which for ever put an end to the paternal plans.</p> + +<p>After her marriage to the Saxon Crown-Prince the +Kaiser, in one of his whimsical moods, became greatly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +attached to her because of her frankness, her love of +outdoor life, and her high educational attainments, +hence we often had her visiting at Potsdam or at the +Berlin Schloss. She was known to be one of the few +feminine Royalties in whom the Kaiser took the +slightest interest.</p> + +<p>After our return from the public shooting to the +Royal Palace in Dresden, a banquet was, of course, +held in honour of the Emperor in that great hall +where, on the walls, the four estates are represented +by scenes from the history of the Emperor Henry I.</p> + +<p>At the grand ball afterwards I found myself chatting +with Luisa, who, I recollect, wore a most charming +and artistic gown of sea-green chiffon, <i>décolleté</i>, of +course, with pink carnations in her hair and a few +diamonds upon her corsage, as well as the Order of +St. Elizabeth and her magnificent rope of matched +pearls, which went twice round her neck and reached +to her knees—a historic set which had once belonged +to Marie Antoinette. She looked very charming, and, +in her frank way, asked me:</p> + +<p>"How do you like my dress, Count? I designed +it myself," she added.</p> + +<p>I complimented her upon it, but I afterwards heard +that the old King of Saxony had been horrified at the +lowness to which the bodice had been cut, and, +further, that every yard of green chiffon in Dresden had +been sold out before noon next day and the dress +copied everywhere.</p> + +<p>As we stood chatting in a corner of the room, +watching the scene of unusual brilliancy because of +the Kaiser's presence, the Princess, turning to me, said +suddenly:</p> + +<p>"Do you believe in omens, Count von Heltzendorff?"</p> + +<p>"Omens!" I exclaimed, rather surprised at her +question. "Really, I'm afraid I am a little too +matter-of-fact to take such things seriously, your +Highness."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well, a curious thing happened here about a +month ago," she said. "I was——" At that +instant the Emperor, in the uniform of the 2nd Regiment +of Saxon Grenadiers, of which he was chief, and +wearing the Order of Crancelin of the House of +Saxony, strode up, and, standing before us +exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Well, Luisa? What is the very interesting topic +of conversation, eh?" He had evidently overheard +her words about some curious thing happening, for, +laughing gaily, he asked; "Now, what did happen a +month ago?"</p> + +<p>Her Imperial Highness hesitated, as though endeavouring +to avoid an explanation, but next second +she waved her lace fan quickly and said:</p> + +<p>"Well, something remarkable. I will tell your +Majesty if you really wish to hear it."</p> + +<p>"By all means, Luisa, by all means," replied His +Majesty, placing his sound hand behind his back and +drawing himself up very erect—a habit of his after +asking a question.</p> + +<p>"Well, recently Friedrich-August and myself have +moved into rooms in the older wing of the Palace—rooms +that have not been occupied for nearly forty +years. They are old-world, charming, and remind me +constantly of Augustus the Strong and the times in +which he lived. Just about a month ago the King +and Queen of Roumania were paying us a visit. We +were at dinner, and while we were all laughing and +talking, for 'Carmen Sylva' had been telling us one +of her stories, we heard a great clatter of horses' hoofs +and the heavy rumble of wheels, just as though a stage +coach was crossing the Small Courtyard. All of us +listened, and in the silence we heard it receding quite +distinctly. I at once sent my lady-in-waiting to +ascertain who had arrived or departed, four-wheeled +coaches being quite unusual nowadays. It seemed +just as though the coach had driven out of the Palace +gate. The message brought back from the guardroom<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +was that no carriage had entered or left. I told +this to those around the table, and the Queen of +Roumania, who had taken much interest in omens and +folk-lore, seated opposite me, seemed much impressed, +and even perturbed."</p> + +<p>"Then the noise you heard must have been quite +an uncanny one, eh?" asked the Emperor, deeply +interested.</p> + +<p>"Quite. Two of the women at the table declared +that it must have been thunder, and then the conversation +proceeded. I, however, confess to your +Majesty that I was very much puzzled, and the more +so because only two nights ago, while we sat at dinner +Friedrich-August and myself <i>en famille</i>, we heard +exactly the same sounds again!"</p> + +<p>"Really!" laughed the Emperor. "Quite uncanny. +I hope, here in Dresden, you are not believing +in spooks, as London society believes in them."</p> + +<p>"Not at all," said the Princess earnestly. "I +don't believe in omens. But, curiously enough, the +King told me yesterday that his two old aunts, who +formerly lived in our wing of the Palace, had sometimes +heard the clatter of horses' hoofs, the jingle of +harness, the grinding of the brakes, and the rumbling +of heavy carriage wheels."</p> + +<p>"H'm!" grunted the Emperor. "I've heard that +same story before, Luisa. The departing coach +means trouble to the reigning family."</p> + +<p>"That is exactly what the King said to me only +last evening," answered Luisa frankly. "Does it +mean trouble to me, I wonder?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly not," I declared. "Your Imperial +Highness need not worry for one moment over such +things. Nobody nowadays regards such phenomena +as presage of evil. There is no doubt some perfectly +natural explanation of the sounds. Every old palace, +castle, and even private house, has its traditions."</p> + +<p>"Quite right, Heltzendorff," laughed the Emperor, +"especially in England and Scotland. There they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +have white ladies, grey ladies, men with heads like +stags, lights in windows, the sound of mysterious +bells ringing, and all sorts of evil omens. Oh, those +dear, superstitious English! How ready they are +to take up anything unpractical that may be a pleasant +change to the senses."</p> + +<p>"Your Majesty does not believe in omens?" I +ventured to remark.</p> + +<p>"Omens!" he exclaimed, fixing his gaze upon me. +"No; none but cowards and old women believe +in them." Then, turning to the Princess, he smiled, +saying: "If I were you, Luisa, I would give your +chief of police orders to question all the servants. +Somebody rattled some dishes, perhaps. You say +it was during dinner."</p> + +<p>But the pretty Crown-Princess was serious, for +she said:</p> + +<p>"Well, all I can say is that not only did I myself +hear, but a dozen others at table also heard the noise +of horses, not dishes."</p> + +<p>"Ah, Luisa! I see you are a trifle nervous," +laughed the Emperor. "Well, as you know, your +Royal House of Saxony has lasted from the days of +Albert the Courageous in the early fifteenth century, +and the Dynasty of the Ravensteins has been +prosperous from then until to-day, so don't trouble +yourself further. Why, you are really quite pale and +unnerved, I see," His Majesty added, for nothing +escapes those shrewd, wide-open eyes of his.</p> + +<p>Then the Emperor, after acknowledging the salute +of Baron Georg von Metzsch, Controller of the Royal +Household—a tall, thin, crafty-eyed man, with hair +tinged with grey, and wearing a dark blue uniform and +many decorations—changed the topic of conversation, +and referred to the Saxon Easter custom which that +morning had been carried out.</p> + +<p>The Kaiser was in particularly merry mood that +night. He had gone to Dresden against his inclination, +for he had long ago arranged an Easter review<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +on the Tempelhofer Feld, but the visit was, I knew, for +the purpose of a consultation in secret with the King +of Saxony. A week before, in the Berlin Schloss, I +had been sent by the Emperor to obtain a paper from +his table in the upstairs study, and in looking for the +document in question—one that he had signed and +wished to send over to the Reichsamt des Innern +(Office of the Interior)—I came across a letter from +King George of Saxony, begging the Emperor to visit +him, in order to discuss "that matter which is so +seriously threatening the honour of our House."</p> + +<p>Several times I wondered to what His Majesty of +Saxony had referred. That morning Emperor and +King had been closeted alone together for fully three +hours, and the outcome of the secret conference +seemed to have put the All-Highest into a most +excellent mood.</p> + +<p>He left us, accompanied by Baron von Metzsch and +Judicial Councillor Löhlein, and I noticed how both +men were talking with the Emperor in an undertone. +To my surprise also I saw how Löhlein cast furtive +glances towards where I still stood with the Crown-Princess.</p> + +<p>A few moments later, however, a smart officer of +the Prussian Guard, whom I recognized as Count von +Castell Rudenhausen, a well-known figure in the gay +life of Berlin, came forward, and, bowing, invited the +Princess to waltz.</p> + +<p>And a moment later Luisa was smiling at me across +the shoulder of her good-looking cavalier.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, while waltzing, her magnificent rope of +historic matched pearls accidentally caught in the +button of a passing officer, the string snapped, and +many of the pearls fell rattling upon the polished floor.</p> + +<p>In a moment a dozen officers in tight uniforms were +groping about to recover them from the feet of the +dancers when, during the commotion, I heard the +voice of Judicial Councillor Löhlein remark quite +loudly:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ah! now we can all see who are the Crown-Princess' +admirers!"</p> + +<p>Luisa flushed instantly in anger and annoyance, +but said nothing, whilst her lady-in-waiting in silence +took the broken rope of pearls, together with those +recovered from the floor, and a few moments later the +significant incident ended.</p> + +<p>The Saxon Crown-Prince and his wife were at that +time a most devoted couple, though all of us knew that +the modern ideas Luisa had brought to Dresden from +the Hapsburg Court had much shocked old King +George and his consort. The Saxon Court was unused +to a pretty woman with buoyant spirits rejoicing in +life with a capital "L." According to the Court +whisperings, trouble had started a few days after +marriage, when the King, having given his daughter-in-law +a tiara of diamonds, a Royal heirloom, with +strict injunctions to wear them just as they were—a +style of the seventeenth century—he one evening +at the opera saw her wearing the stones re-set in that +style known as <i>art nouveau</i>. The King became +furious, and ordered them to be set again in their +original settings, whereupon Luisa coolly returned the +present.</p> + +<p>Such was the commencement of the old King's +ill-feeling towards her.</p> + +<p>The State ball that night was certainly a brilliant +one for such a small Court, and next day we all returned +to Potsdam, for the Emperor had suddenly +cancelled a number of engagements and arranged to +pay a visit to Wilhelmshaven, where the Kaiserliche +Werft (Imperial Dockyard) contained certain naval +secrets he wished to see.</p> + +<p>Before we left Dresden, however, I met the Crown-Princess +in one of the corridors. It was nine o'clock +in the morning. She wore her riding-habit, for, being +a splendid horsewoman, she had just come in from +her morning canter.</p> + +<p>"Well, Count!" she laughed. "So you are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +leaving us unexpectedly! I shall be coming to pay +another visit to Potsdam soon. The Emperor invited +me last night. Au revoir!" And after I had bent +over her small white hand she waved it merrily and +passed the sentry towards her private apartments, +wherein she had heard the ghostly coach and four.</p> + +<p>Her Imperial Highness paid her promised visit to +the Empress at the Neues Palais in July.</p> + +<p>At the time of her arrival the Emperor had left +suddenly and gone away to Hubertusstock. When +anything unusual upset him he always went there. +I overheard him the day before his departure shouting +to Löhlein as I passed along one of the corridors. +The Judicial Councillor seemed to be trying to pacify +him, but apparently entirely without avail, for the +Emperor is a man not easily convinced.</p> + +<p>"You are as sly as all the rest!" I heard the Emperor +declare in that shrill, high-pitched tone which +always denotes his anger. "I'll hear none of it—no +excuses. I want no fawning, no Jew-juggling."</p> + +<p>Then, fearing to be discovered, I slipped on past +the door.</p> + +<p>The next I heard was that the Kaiser had left for +that lonely retreat to which he went when he wished +to be alone in those periods of crazy impetuosity +which periodically seized the Mad Dog of Europe; +and, further, that he had taken with him his crafty +crony, Löhlein.</p> + +<p>During that mysterious absence—when the tinselled +world of Potsdam seemed at peace—the good-looking +Saxon Crown-Princess arrived.</p> + +<p>I was on duty on the railway platform to bow +over her hand and to welcome her.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Count von Heltzendorff! Well, did I not +say that I should not be very long before I returned +to Potsdam, eh?" she exclaimed. Then, in a +whisper, she said with a merry laugh: "Do you +remember those clattering hoofs and my broken rope +of pearls? Nothing has happened yet."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> + +<p>"And nothing will," I assured her as, with a +courtier's obeisance, I conducted Her Imperial Highness +to the Royal carriage, where the Crown-Prince +"Willie" was awaiting her, chatting with two officers +of the Guard to while away the time.</p> + +<p>Three days later an incident occurred which caused +me a good deal of thought, and, truth to tell, mystified +me considerably.</p> + +<p>That somewhat indiscreet journal, the <i>Militär +Wochenblatt</i>, had published a statement to the effect +that Friedrich-August of Saxony and the handsome +Luisa had had a violent quarrel, a fact which caused +a great deal of gossip throughout Court circles.</p> + +<p>Old Von Donaustauf, who at that time was master +of the ceremonies at the Emperor's Court, busied +himself by spreading strange scandals regarding the +Crown-Princess Luisa. Therefore, in the circumstances, +it struck me as strange that Her Highness +should have been invited to the puritanical and +hypocritical circle at Potsdam.</p> + +<p>That afternoon, soon after the guard had been +changed, I chanced to be writing in my room, which +overlooked the big central courtyard, when I heard +the guard suddenly turn out in great commotion, by +which I knew that His Majesty had suddenly returned +from Hubertusstock.</p> + +<p>Ten minutes later my telephone rang, and, passing +the sentries, I went by order to His Majesty's study, +that chamber of plots and secrets, hung with its +faded pale green silk damask, its furniture covered +with the same material, and its net curtains at the +windows threaded with ribbons of the same shade.</p> + +<p>The moment I entered the Emperor's countenance +showed me that he was very angry. His low-bowing +crony, Löhlein, always a subtle adviser, had returned +with him, and stood watching the Emperor as the +latter impatiently paced the room.</p> + +<p>I saluted, awaiting orders in silence, as was my +habit, but so preoccupied was His Majesty that he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> +did not notice my presence, but continued his outburst +of furious wrath. "Only see what Von Hoensbroech +has reported!" he cried, suddenly halting +against one of those big buhl chests of drawers with +grey marble tops—heavy pieces of furniture veneered +with tortoise-shell in which the Emperor keeps his +official papers. "I am being made a laughing-stock—and +you know it, Löhlein! It has been said of us +that a woman, a whim, or a word will to-day raise +any person to high rank in our Empire! That blackguard, +Harden, has actually dared to write it in his +journal. Well, we shall see. That woman—she +shall——"</p> + +<p>As the Kaiser uttered those words he suddenly +realized that I was present, and hesitated. Next +second both his tone and his manner changed.</p> + +<p>"Heltzendorff—I—I—wish you to go to Dresden +and take a private letter. It will be ready in half an +hour. Say nothing to anyone concerning your +departure, but report to me here at"—and he +glanced at the small bronze clock on the overmantel +between two elegant candelabra—"at four o'clock."</p> + +<p>As commanded, I reported, but the Kaiser was +with the Empress, who, in one of her private apartments, +was holding <i>petit cercle</i>, the Princess Luisa being +present. Indeed, as I entered that semi-circular salon +the Kaiser was standing astride before Luisa's chair +laughing gaily with her. Surely none who saw him +at that moment would ever have believed that not +half an hour before his face had been blanched by +anger. He could alter his moods just as he changed +his three hundred odd uniforms.</p> + +<p>There was something mysterious in the wind—of +that I felt absolutely convinced. The atmosphere +of that faded green upstairs room was always one of +confidential conversations, intimate conferences and +secret plots—plots despicable and vile, as has since +been proved—against the peace of the world.</p> + +<p>The Emperor, noticing that I had entered the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +Imperial presence, came forward, and I followed him +back into the softly-carpeted corridor. Then his +action further aroused my curiosity, for he took from +the inner pocket of his tunic an envelope of what you +in England call "court" size—linen-lined, as are all +envelopes used by the Emperor for his private correspondence. +I saw it had been sealed in black by +his own hand. Then, as he handed it to me, he said:</p> + +<p>"Go to Dresden as quickly as possible and obtain +a reply to this."</p> + +<p>I clicked my heels together, and, saluting, left upon +my secret mission to the Saxon Court.</p> + +<p>The letter was addressed to Baron Georg von +Metzsch at Dresden.</p> + +<p>Next day, when I presented it to the tall, thin +Controller of the Household, who sat in his small but +cosy room in the Royal Palace, I saw that its contents +greatly puzzled him.</p> + +<p>He wrote a reply, and as Imperial messenger +I returned at once to Potsdam, handing it to the +Emperor as he strode alone from the Shell Saloon, +through which he was passing after dinner.</p> + +<p>He took it from my hand without a word. The +All-Highest never bestows thanks upon those who +obey his orders. It is, indeed, said to-day that +Hindenburg has never once, during his whole official +career, been verbally thanked by his Imperial Master.</p> + +<p>The Emperor, with impatient fingers, tore open the +envelope, read its contents, and then smiled contentedly, +after which I went to old Von Donaustauf's +room, and, tired out by the long journey, smoked a +good cigar in his company.</p> + +<p>Next day we were all back at the Berlin Schloss—for +we never knew from day to day where we might +be—Hamburg, Stuttgart, Düsseldorf or Danzig.</p> + +<p>During the morning His Majesty inspected the +Berlin garrison in the Tempelhofer Feld, and the +Princess Luisa rode with him. That same afternoon, +while I was busy writing in the long room<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +allotted to me in the Berlin Schloss, Her Imperial +Highness, to my surprise, entered, closing the door +quietly after her.</p> + +<p>"Count von Heltzendorff, you have been on a +secret mission to that spy, Von Metzsch, in Dresden, +have you not?"</p> + +<p>I rose, bowed, and without replying courteously +offered her a chair.</p> + +<p>"Why do you not admit it?" she asked quickly.</p> + +<p>"Princess, if the Emperor gives me orders to preserve +secrecy, then it is my duty to obey," I said.</p> + +<p>"I know," she answered, and then I realized how +upset and nervous she seemed. "But Von Metzsch +hates me, and has put about all sorts of scandalous +reports concerning me. Ah! Count," she sighed, +"you do not know how very unhappy I am—how +I am surrounded by enemies!"</p> + +<p>These words caused me much surprise, though I +had, of course, heard many unsavoury rumours +regarding her unhappy position at the Saxon Court.</p> + +<p>"I much regret to hear that," I said. "But Your +Imperial Highness has also many friends, of whom +I hope I may be permitted to number myself."</p> + +<p>"Ah! it is extremely good of you to say that—very +good. If you are really my friend, then you +can help me. You are in a position to watch and +discover what is in progress—the reason the Emperor +exchanges those constant confidences with Von +Metszch, the man who has twisted my husband +around his little finger, and who has, with my Lady-of-the-Bedchamber, +Frau von Fritsch, already +poisoned his mind against me. Ah!" she sighed +again, "you have no idea how much I have suffered!"</p> + +<p>She seemed on the verge of a nervous crisis, for I +saw that in her fine eyes stood the light of unshed +tears, and I confess I was much puzzled, for I had +certainly believed, up to that moment, that she was +on excellent terms with her husband.</p> + +<p>"But surely His Highness the Crown-Prince of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +Saxony does not believe any of those wicked +reports?" I said.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Then you have heard. Of course, you +have. Von Metzsch has taken good care to let the +whole world know the lies that he and the Countess +Paule Starhemberg have concocted between them. +It is cruel!" she declared in a paroxysm of grief. +"It is wicked!"</p> + +<p>"No, no. Calm yourself, Princess!" I urged +sympathetically. "I am at least your friend, and +will act as such should occasion arise."</p> + +<p>"I thank you," she sighed in relief, and she put +out her hand, over which I bent as I took it in +friendship.</p> + +<p>"Ah!" she exclaimed in a low voice. "I fear I +shall require the assistance of a friend very soon. +Do you recollect my broken pearls?"</p> + +<p>And a few moments later she left my room.</p> + +<p>Through all that day and the next I wondered +what sly, underhand work could be in progress. +I pitied the good-looking, unconventional Imperial +Princess who, because of her somewhat hoydenish +high spirits, had aroused the storm of anger and +jealousy in the Saxon Court. But the Hapsburgs had +ever been unfortunate in their loves.</p> + +<p>On the day before the Crown-Princess's visit to the +Berlin Court was due to end, at about six o'clock in +the evening, I passed the sentries and ascended to +the Emperor's study with some papers I had been +going through regarding the reorganization of the +Stettin garrison. I was one of the very few persons +ever admitted to that wing of the Palace.</p> + +<p>As I approached the door, treading noiselessly +upon the soft carpet, I heard voices raised excitedly, +the door being slightly ajar.</p> + +<p>Naturally I halted. In my position I was able +to hear a great deal of Palace intrigue, but never +had I listened to a conversation that held me more +breathless than at that moment.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Woman," cried the Emperor, "do you, then, +openly defy my authority?"</p> + +<p>"What that crafty sycophant, Von Metzsch, has +told you is, I repeat, a foul and abominable lie," +was the reply.</p> + +<p>And I knew that the unfortunate Princess was +defending her reputation, which her enemies at the +Court of Saxony had torn to shreds.</p> + +<p>"No woman ever admits the truth, of course," +sneered the Emperor. "I consider you a disgrace +to the Dresden Court."</p> + +<p>"So this is the manner in which you openly insult +your guests!" was the Princess's bitter retort. +"You, who believe yourself the idol of your people, +now exhibit yourself in your true light as the +traducer of a defenceless woman!"</p> + +<p>"How dare you utter those words to me!" cried +the All-Highest One, in fury.</p> + +<p>"I dare defend myself—even though you may be +Emperor," replied Luisa, in a cold, hard tone of +defiance. "I repeat that your allegations are +untrue, and that you have no right to make them. +Surely you can see that my enemies, headed by +the King of Saxony, are all conspiring to effect +my downfall. I know it! I have written proof +of it!"</p> + +<p>"Bosh! You say that because you know that +the statements are true!"</p> + +<p>"You lie!" she cried fiercely. "They are not +true. You cannot prove them."</p> + +<p>"Very well," answered the Emperor in that tone +of cold determination that I knew too well. "I +will prove the charges to my entire satisfaction."</p> + +<p>I was startled at the manner in which the Princess +had dared to call the Emperor a liar. Surely nobody +had ever done so before.</p> + +<p>I drew a long breath, for as I crept away unseen +I recollected the Kaiser's unrelenting vindictiveness.</p> + +<p>Poor Princess! I knew that the red talons of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +Hohenzollern eagle would sooner or later be laid +heavily upon her.</p> + +<p>She left Berlin two hours later, but half an hour +before her departure I found a hurriedly-scribbled +note upon my table explaining that she had had +"a few unpleasant words with the Emperor," and +that she was leaving for Dresden a day earlier than +had been arranged.</p> + +<p>A fortnight passed. Twice Baron von Metzsch +came to Potsdam, and was on each occasion closely +closeted with the Emperor, as well as having frequent +consultations with Judicial Councillor Löhlein. I +had strong suspicion that the vile conspiracy against +the lively daughter of the Hapsburgs was still in +progress, for I felt assured that the Kaiser would +never forgive those words of defiance from a woman's +lips, and that his vengeance, slow and subtle, would +assuredly fall upon her.</p> + +<p>I did not know at the time—not, indeed, until +fully three years later—how the blackguardly actions +of Von Metzsch, who was a creature of the Kaiser, had +from the first been instigated by the All-Highest, +who, from the very day of the Prince's marriage, had, +notwithstanding his apparent graciousness towards +her, determined that a Hapsburg should never become +Queen of Saxony.</p> + +<p>For that reason, namely, because the Emperor in +his overweening vanity believes himself to be the +Heaven-sent ruler of the destinies of the German +Empire, was much opposed to an Austrian princess +as a potential queen at Dresden, he set himself +the task to ruin the poor woman's life and love and +to arouse such a terrible scandal concerning her that +she could not remain in Saxony with every finger +pointing at her in opprobrium and scorn.</p> + +<p>A fresh light, however, was thrown upon what I +afterwards realized to be a dastardly conspiracy by +the receipt of a cipher message late one November +night at Potsdam. I was at work alone with the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +Emperor in the pale green upstairs room, reading and +placing before him a number of State documents to +which he scrawled his scribbly signature, when the +telegram was brought.</p> + +<p>"Decipher that, Heltzendorff," he commanded, +and went on with the work of reading and signing the +documents, while I sat down with the red leather-covered +personal code book which bore the Imperial +coronet and cipher, and presently found that the +message, which was from Dresden, read:</p> + +<blockquote><p>"Frau von Fritsch to-day had an interview with +Giron, the French tutor to the Crown-Princess's +children, but unfortunately the latter refuses to admit +any affection for Luisa. Giron angrily declared his +intention to leave Dresden, because of Von Fritsch's +suggestion. This course, I saw, would be unfortunate +for our plans, therefore I urged the King to induce +Luisa to request him to remain. She has done so, +but to no avail, and Giron left for Brussels to-night. +May I be permitted to come to discuss with your +Majesty a further elaboration of the plan?—<span class="smcap">Von +Metzsch</span>."</p></blockquote> + +<p>The Emperor read the secret message twice. Then +he paused, with knit brows, and brushed his moustache +with his hand, a habit of his when perplexed.</p> + +<p>"We go to Erfurt to-morrow, do we not?" he +said. "Telegraph in cipher to Von Metzsch to meet +us there to-morrow evening at seven. And destroy +that message," he added.</p> + +<p>I obeyed his orders, and afterwards continued to +deal with the State papers, much enlightened by the +news transmitted by the Emperor's creature.</p> + +<p>The Imperial hand was slowly destroying the +conjugal happiness of a pair who really loved each +other, even though they were of the blood royal. +The long arm of the Emperor was outstretched to +crush and pulverize the soul of the woman who had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +dared to defend herself—who had defied the imperious +will of that man whose hand he had, with +awful blasphemy in addressing his Brandenburgers, +declared to be the hand of God.</p> + +<p>I confess that I felt the deepest sympathy for the +helpless victim. At the Schloss, high above the old-world +town of Erfurt, the sneaking sycophant +Von Metzsch had a long conference with the Emperor +but I was unable to overhear any word of it. All I +know is that the Controller of the Saxon Household +left Erfurt for Dresden by special train at midnight.</p> + +<p>A quarter of an hour after the Saxon functionary +had departed I was with the Emperor receiving orders +for the following day, and found him in high spirits, +by which, knowing him so intimately, I knew that he +was confident in his ultimate triumph.</p> + +<p>Poor, defenceless Luisa! You, my dear Le Queux, +to whom the Princess a few months afterwards flew +for advice, know well how sterling, how womanly and +honest she was; how she was one victim of many of +the unholy, unscrupulous intrigues by which the +arrogant War-Lord of Germany, aided by his devil's +spawn, has until the present managed to retain his +now tottering throne.</p> + +<p>Well, I watched the course of events; watched +eagerly and daily. Twice I had received letters +from Her Imperial Highness, short notes in her +firm, bold handwriting.</p> + +<p>From Von Metzsch came several cipher messages to +the Emperor after we had returned to Potsdam, but +Zorn von Bulach, my colleague, deciphered all of +them, and, as he was not my friend, I did not inquire +as to their purport. I knew, however, that matters +in Dresden were fast approaching a crisis, and that +the unfortunate Hapsburg Princess could no longer +sustain the cruel and unjust pressure being put upon +her for her undoing. That a hundred of Germany's +spies and <i>agents-provocateurs</i> were busy I realized +from the many messages by telephone and telegraph<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +passing between Berlin and Dresden, and I felt +certain that the ruin of poor Princess Luisa was +nigh.</p> + +<p>A significant message came to Potsdam late one +December night—a message which, when I deciphered +it and handed it to the Emperor, caused him to smile +in triumph.</p> + +<p>I bit my lip. The Princess had left Dresden!</p> + +<p>Three days later, on December 9th, a further +cipher telegram came from Von Metzsch, the Emperor's +sycophant in Dresden, which read: "Luisa has +learnt of the Sonnenstein project, and has left Salsburg +for Zurich, her brother accompanying.—<span class="smcap">Von +Metzsch</span>."</p> + +<p>Sonnenstein! That was a private lunatic asylum! +I held my breath at the awful fate which the Emperor +had decided should be hers.</p> + +<p>In a few moments the Kaiser had summoned, by +his private telephone, Koehler, then chief of the +Berlin secret police, and given orders that the Princess +was to be watched in Switzerland. Half an hour +later three police agents were on their way to Zurich +to follow and persecute the poor, distracted woman, +even beyond the confines of the Empire.</p> + +<p>She was, no doubt, in deadly fear of being sent to +a living tomb, so that her mouth should be closed +for ever.</p> + +<p>The Emperor, not content with casting her out of +Germany, intended to wreak a terrible and fiendish +revenge upon her by closing her lips and confining her +in an asylum. She knew that, and seeing herself +surrounded by enemies and spies on every hand—for +even her brother Leopold, with whom she had +travelled to Switzerland, now refused to assist her—she +adopted the only method of further escape that +at the moment presented itself.</p> + +<p>Alone and without anyone to advise her, she, as +you know, took a desperate resolve, one, alas! fraught +with disastrous consequences.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> + +<p>The iron had indeed entered the poor Princess's +soul.</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Note by William Le Queux</span></p> + +<p><i>The dénouement of this base intrigue of the Emperor's +will be best related in Her Imperial Highness's own +words. In one of her letters, which I have on my table +as I write, she says:</i></p> + +<p><i>"I saw before me in those never-to-be-forgotten days +all the horrors of a 'Maison de Santé.' What could I +do? I was friendless in a strange hotel. Even +Leopold seemed disinclined to be further troubled by +a runaway sister. I knew Frau von Fritsch, that +unscrupulous liar, had accused me falsely of having +secret love affairs, and that the Emperor had directed +the whole plot which was to culminate in my confinement +in an asylum. Suddenly a solution occurred to +me. I remembered that Monsieur Giron, who had +already suffered greatly through his friendship with me. +If he joined me, then my flight from Dresden would be +considered as an elopement, and I should escape a living +death in a madhouse! Monsieur Giron was at that +moment my only friend, and it was for that reason that +I telegraphed to him at Brussels. Well, he joined me, +and by doing so completed the Emperor's triumph."</i></p> + +<p><i>The subtle, ever-scheming Madman of Europe, +warped as he is in soul as in body, had, with his true +Hun craftiness and unscrupulousness, aided by Judicial +Councillor Löhlein and the spy Von Metzsch, succeeded +in hounding down an honest, defenceless woman as +high born as his own diseased self, and casting her in +ignominy and shame out of his now doomed Empire.</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_FOUR" id="SECRET_NUMBER_FOUR"></a>SECRET NUMBER FOUR</h2> +<h3>THE MYSTERIOUS FRAU KLEIST</h3> + + +<p>The clever intrigues of Frau Kleist were unknown +to any outside the Court circle at Potsdam.</p> + +<p>She was indeed a queer personage, "only less of a +personality than His Majesty," as that shiftiest of +German statesmen, Prince Bülow, declared to me +one day as we sat together in my room in the Berlin +Schloss.</p> + +<p>Frau Kleist was the Court dancing-mistress, whose +fastidious judgment had to be satisfied by any young +débutante or officer before they presumed to dance +before Royalty at the State balls. Before every ball +Frau Kleist held several dance rehearsals in the +Weisser-Saal (White Salon) at the Berlin Schloss, +and she was more exacting than any pompous +General on parade. Perhaps she was seventy. Her +real age I never knew. But, friends that we were, +she often chatted with me and deplored the flat-footedness +of the coming generation of Teutons, and +more than once I have seen her lift her skirts and, +displaying neat silk-stockinged ankles on the polished +floor of the Weisser-Saal, make, for the benefit of +the would-be débutantes, graceful tiptoe turns with +a marvellous grace of movement.</p> + +<p>Truly Frau Kleist, with her neat waist and thin, +refined face, was a very striking figure at the Berlin +Court. The intricacies of the minuet and gavotte, +as well as those of the old-world dances in which she +delighted, were taught by the old lady to Prince +Joachim and Princess Victoria Luise, both of whom +always went in deadly fear of her caustic tongue and +overbearing manner.</p> + +<p>The Emperor never permitted any dancing at Court<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +which was not up to a high standard of excellence, +and all who sought to dance were compelled to pass +before the critical eye of the sharp-tongued old lady +in her stiff silken gown.</p> + +<p>Once, I remember, certain young people of the smart +set of Berlin sought to introduce irregularities in the +Lancers, but they soon discovered that their cards +were cancelled.</p> + +<p>Whence she had come or who had been responsible +for her appointment nobody knew. One thing was +quite certain, that though at an age when usually +rheumatism prevents agility, yet she was an expert +dancer. Another thing was also certain, that, if a +débutante or a young military elegant were awkward +or flat-footed, she would train them privately in the +Terpsichorean art, especially in the old-world dances +which are so popular at Court, and, accepting a little +palm-oil, would then pass them—after squeezing +them sufficiently—as fit to receive the Imperial +command to the Court balls.</p> + +<p>The old woman, sharp-featured and angular as +became her age, with her complexion powdered and +rouged, lived in considerable style in a fine house +close to the Glienicke Bridge at Potsdam, beneath the +Babelsberg, a power to be reckoned with by all who +desired to enter the Court circle.</p> + +<p>Regarding her, many strange stories were afloat. +One was that she was an ex-dancer, the mother of +the famous Mademoiselle "Clo-Clo" Durand, +<i>première danseuse</i> of the Paris Opera, and another +was that she had been mistress of the ballet +at the Imperial Opera in Petrograd in the days of +the Emperor Alexander. But so great a mystery +were her antecedents that nobody knew anything for +certain, save that, at the age of nearly seventy, she +had access at any hour to the Kaiser's private cabinet. +I have often seen her whisper to His Majesty strange +secrets which she had picked up here and there—secrets +that were often transferred to certain confidential<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +quarters which control the great Teuton +octopus.</p> + +<p>Those at Court who secured the benignant smiles +of Frau Kleist knew that their future path in life +would be full of sunshine, but woe betide those upon +whom she knit her brows in disapproval. It was all +a question of bribery. Frau Kleist kept her pretty +house and her big Mercédès car upon the secret +money payments she received from those who "for +value" begged her favours. With many young +officers the payment to Frau Kleist was to open the +back door to the Emperor's favour.</p> + +<p>We in the Neues Palais (New Palace) knew it. +But surely it did not concern us, for all of us looked +askance at those who strove so strenuously and +eagerly for "commands" to Court functions, and +really we were secretly glad if the parvenus of both +sexes were well bled before they were permitted by +Frau Erna to make their obeisance before Royalty.</p> + +<p>The palace world at every European Court is a +narrow little world of its own, unknown and unsuspected +by the man in the street. There one sees +the worst side of human nature without any leaven of +the best or even nobler side. The salary-grabber, the +military adventurer, the pinchbeck diplomat, the +commercial parvenu, and the scientist, together with +their heavy-jowled, jewel-bedecked women-folk, elbow +each other in order to secure the notice of the All-Highest +One, who, in that green-upholstered private +room wherein I worked with him, often smiled at the +unseemly bustle while he calmly discriminated among +men and women according to their merits.</p> + +<p>It is in that calm discretion that the Emperor +excels, possessing almost uncanny foresight, combined +with a most unscrupulous conscience.</p> + +<p>"I know! Frau Kleist has told me!" were the +words His Majesty used on many occasions when I +had ventured perhaps to express doubt regarding +some scandalous story or serious allegation. Therefore<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +I was confident, even though a large section of +the entourage doubted it, that the seventy-year-old +dancing-mistress, whose past was a complete mystery, +was an important secret agent of the Emperor's.</p> + +<p>And what more likely? The Kaiser, as ruler of +that complex empire, would naturally seek to know +the truth concerning those who sought his favour +before they were permitted to click their heels or wag +their fans and bow the knee in his Imperial presence. +And he had, no doubt, with that innate cunning, +appointed his creature to the position of Court +dancing-mistress.</p> + +<p>The most elegant, corsetted Prussian officer, even +though he could dance divinely, was good-looking +and perfectly-groomed, would never be permitted to +enter the Court circle unless a substantial number of +marks were placed within the old woman's palm. It +was her perquisite, and many in that ill-paid entourage +envied her her means of increasing her income.</p> + +<p>In no Court in Europe are the purse-strings held so +tightly as in that of Potsdam. The Emperor and +Empress, though immensely wealthy, practise the +economy of London suburbia. But at every Court +bribery is rife in order to obtain Royal warrants and +dozens of other small favours of that kind, just as +open payment is necessary to-day to obtain titles of +nobility. The colour of gold has a fascination which +few can resist. If it were not so there would be no +war in progress to-day.</p> + +<p>On October 17th, 1908, I had returned with the +Emperor and his suite from Hamburg, where His +Majesty had been present at the launching of one of +Herr Ballin's monster American liners, and at three +o'clock, after the Kaiser had eaten a hurried luncheon, +I was seated at the side table in his private room in +the Berlin Schloss, taking down certain confidential +instructions which he wished to be sent at once by one +of the Imperial couriers to the commandant of Posen.</p> + +<p>Suddenly Von Kahlberg, my colleague, entered with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +a message that had been taken by the telegraphist +attached to the Palace, and handed it to His Majesty.</p> + +<p>Having read it, the Kaiser at once grew excited, and, +turning to me, said:</p> + +<p>"The Crown-Prince sends word from Potsdam that +the American, Orville Wright, is flying on the Bornstedter +Feld. We must go at once. Order the cars. +And, Von Kahlberg, inform Her Majesty at once. +She will accompany us, no doubt."</p> + +<p>Quickly I placed before His Majesty one of his +photographs—knowing that it would be wanted for +presentation to the daring American—and he took up +his pen and scrawled his signature across it. Afterwards +I placed it in the small, green-painted dispatch-box +of steel which I always carried when in attendance +upon His Imperial Majesty.</p> + +<p>Within a quarter of an hour three of the powerful +cars were on their way to Potsdam, the Emperor with +Herr Anton Reitschel—a high German official at +Constantinople—and Professor Vambéry, who happened +to be at the Palace at the time, in the first car; +the Kaiserin with her daughter, Victoria Luise, and +the latter's <i>ober-gouvernante</i> (governess), with one of +the Court ladies, in the next; while in the third I +rode with Major von Scholl, one of the equerries.</p> + +<p>Cheers rose from the crowds as we passed through +the Berlin streets, and the Emperor, full of suppressed +excitement at the thought of seeing an aeroplane +flight, constantly saluted as we flew along.</p> + +<p>On arrival at the Bornstedter Feld it was already +growing dusk, and a great disappointment awaited us. +The Crown-Prince rode up to inform us gravely that +the flying was over for the day. At this the Kaiser +grew angry, for he had been out once before upon a +wild-goose chase, only to find that Orville Wright +had gone home, declaring the wind to be too strong.</p> + +<p>At his father's anger, however, "Willie" burst out +laughing, declaring that he was only joking, and that +all was in readiness. Indeed, as he spoke the aviator,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +in his leather jacket, came up, and I presented him to +His Majesty, while from everywhere soldiers and police +appeared, in order to keep back the crowd to the road.</p> + +<p>Then, while we stood alone in the centre of the great, +sandy plain, Mr. Orville Wright clambered into his +machine and, rising, made many circuits high +above us.</p> + +<p>The Emperor stood with Herr Reitschel and the +shaggy old Professor, straining his eyes with keenest +interest. It was the first time His Majesty had seen +an aeroplane in flight. Much had been promised of +old Von Zeppelin's invention, yet the German public +had, until those demonstrations by the American +aviator, taken but little heed of the heavier-than-air +machine. At that time, indeed, the Emperor had +not taken up Von Zeppelin, and it was only after seeing +Orville Wright's demonstrations that he entered with +any enthusiasm into aeronautical problems.</p> + +<p>High above us against the clear evening sky, wherein +the stars had already begun to twinkle, the daring +American rose, dipped, and banked, his machine +droning like a huge gad-fly, much to the interest and +astonishment of the Emperor.</p> + +<p>"Marvellous!" he exclaimed, as I stood beside him, +with the Empress on his right. "How is it done?"</p> + +<p>The crowds went wild with enthusiasm. The sight +of a man flying in the air, manœuvring his machine +at will, rising swiftly, and then planing down with +the engine cut off, was one of the most amazing +spectacles the loyal Potsdamers had ever seen. Even +the Emperor, with all his wild dreams of world-power, +could never for a moment have foreseen what a great +factor aeroplanes would be in the war which he was +so carefully plotting.</p> + +<p>At last Wright came down in a spiral, banked +slightly, steadied himself, and then came lightly to +earth within a few yards of where we stood, having +been the first to exhibit to the great War-Lord how +completely the air had been conquered.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then, quiet, rather unassuming man that he was, +he advanced to receive the Imperial congratulations, +and to be handed the signed photograph which, at +the proper moment, I produced like a conjurer from +my dispatch-box. Afterwards, though it had now +grown dark, the Emperor, by the powerful headlamps +of the three cars, thoroughly examined the +American's aeroplane, the aviator explaining every +detail.</p> + +<p>From that moment for months afterwards the +Kaiser was constantly talking of aviation. He commanded +photographs of various types of aeroplanes, +together with all literature on the subject, to be +placed before him. Indeed, he sent over to Britain, +in secret, two officers to attend the aeroplane meetings +held at Doncaster and Blackpool, where a large +number of photographs were secretly taken, and duly +found their way to his table.</p> + +<p>Indeed, it would greatly surprise your English +friends, my dear Le Queux, if they had only seen the +many secret reports and secret photographs of all +kinds regarding Britain's military, naval, and social +life, which I have found upon the Emperor's table.</p> + +<p>During my appointment I had through my hands +many amazing reports concerning the financial and +social position of well-known English politicians and +officials, reports made with one ulterior motive—that +of attempted bribery. The Emperor meant +war, and he knew that before he could hope for +success he must thoroughly "Germanize" Great +Britain—with what result we all now know.</p> + +<p>I have recalled the Emperor's first sight of an +aeroplane in flight, in company with Herr Anton +Reitschel and Professor Vambéry, because of an incident +which occurred that same day. Just before +midnight the Emperor, seated in his room in the +Berlin Schloss, was giving me certain instructions +to be sent to Carlton House Terrace, when the door +opened without any knock of permission, and upon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +the threshold there stood that arch-intriguer, Frau +Kleist, in her stiff black silk gown, and wearing a +gleaming diamond brooch, the glitter of which was +cold as her own steely eyes.</p> + +<p>"Have I Your Majesty's permission to enter?" +she asked, in her high-pitched voice.</p> + +<p>"Of course, of course," replied the Emperor, turning +in his chair. "Come in and close the door. It +has turned quite cold to-night. Well?" he asked, +looking at her inquiringly.</p> + +<p>The Emperor is a man of very few words, except +when he tells a story.</p> + +<p>The Court dancing-mistress hesitated for a second. +Their eyes met, and in that glance I saw complete +understanding.</p> + +<p>"May I speak in confidence with Your Majesty?" +she asked, advancing into the room, her stiff, wide +skirts rustling. Except the Court ladies she was the +only female at Court whom the sentries stationed at +the end of the corridor allowed to pass to His Majesty's +private cabinet.</p> + +<p>But Frau Kleist had access everywhere. Her eyes +were the eyes of the Emperor. Many a diplomat, +financier, military or naval commander has been +raised to position of favourite because he first +secured—by payment, of course, according to his +means—the good graces of the <i>ex-ballerina</i>. And, +alas! many a good, honest man has been cast out +of the Potsdam circle into oblivion, and even to death, +because of the poisonous declaration of that smiling, +bejewelled old hag.</p> + +<p>"Of what do you wish to speak?" inquired the +Emperor, who, truth to tell, was very busy upon a +most important matter concerning the building of +new submarines, and was perhaps a little annoyed by +the intrusion, though he did not betray it, so clever +was he.</p> + +<p>"Of the Reitschel affair," was the old woman's +low reply.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + +<p>At her words the Kaiser frowned slightly, and +dismissed me. I bowed myself out, and closed the +door upon the Emperor and his clever female spy.</p> + +<p>That she should have at that late hour come from +Potsdam—for, looking down into the courtyard, I +saw the lights of her big Mercédès—showed that some +underhand work was in progress.</p> + +<p>Only a week before I had been discussing Anton +Reitschel and his position with my intimate friend, +old Von Donaustauf, Master of Ceremonies, who was +supposed to control the ex-dancer, but who in reality +was in a subordinate position to her, because she had +the ear of the Emperor at any hour. Petty jealousies, +dastardly plots, and constant intrigues make up the +daily life around the Throne. Half the orders given +in the Emperor's name are issued without his knowledge, +and many an order transmitted to the provinces +without his authority.</p> + +<p>By handling, as I did, hundreds of those secret +reports which reached the Emperor I had learned +much concerning Herr Anton Reitschel, and from old +Von Donaustauf I had also been able to obtain +certain missing links concerning the intrigue.</p> + +<p>Reitschel, a burly, round-faced, fair-haired Prussian +of quite superior type, held the position of Chief +Director of the German-Ottoman Bank in Constantinople. +His duty for the past three years had +been to conciliate the Sultan and to lend German +money to any industrial enterprise in which any grain +of merit could possibly be discovered. He had been +singled out, taken from the Dresdner Bank, and sent +to Constantinople by the Kaiser in order to play +Germany's secret game in Turkey—especially that +of the Bagdad Railway—and to combat with German +gold Great Britain's diplomacy with Tewfik Pasha +and old Abdul Hamid, in view of "The Day," which +the Emperor had long ago determined should soon +dawn. Was he not the War-Lord? And must not +a War-Lord make war?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> + +<p>As old Von Donaustauf had put it, between the +whiffs of one of those exquisite cigarettes, a consignment +of the Sultan's own which came from the Yildiz +Kiosk to Potsdam weekly:</p> + +<p>"Our Emperor intends that, notwithstanding +Britain's policy in the Near East, Germany shall soon +rule from Berlin to Bagdad. Herr Reitschel is in +reality charged with the work of "Germanizing" the +Ottoman Empire."</p> + +<p>That I already knew by the many secret reports +of his which arrived so constantly from Constantinople, +reports which showed quite plainly that though +the great German Embassy, with its huge eagles of +stone set at each end, might have been built for the +purpose of impressing the Turks, yet the shrewd, farseeing +Herr Anton, as head of that big financial +corporation, held greater sway at that rickety set of +offices known to us as the Sublime Porte than did his +Excellency the Ambassador, with all his beribboned +crowd of underlings.</p> + +<p>Truly the game which the Emperor was playing in +secret against the other Powers of Europe was a +crooked and desperate one. On the one hand the +Kaiser was making pretence of fair dealing with +Great Britain and France, yet on the other his agent, +Herr Reitschel, was ever busy lending money in all +directions, and bribing Turkish officials in order to +secure their favour in Germany's interest.</p> + +<p>Yet a further game was being played—one that, in +addition to the Imperial Chancellor, I alone knew—namely, +that while the Kaiser was making pretence +of being the best friend of the Sultan Abdul Hamid, +visiting Constantinople and Palestine, building fountains, +endowing institutes, and bestowing his Imperial +grace in so many ways, yet he was also secretly +supporting the Young Turk party so as to effect the +Sultan's downfall as part of his sly, Machiavellian +policy—a plot which, as you know, ultimately succeeded, +for poor old Abdul the Damned and his harem<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +were eventually packed off, bag and baggage, to +Salonika, notwithstanding His Majesty's wild entreaty +to Berlin for protection.</p> + +<p>I happened to be with the Emperor on the Imperial +yacht at Tromsö when he received by telegram the +personal appeal addressed to him from his miserable +dupe, and I well recollect how grimly he smiled as he +remarked to me that it needed no response.</p> + +<p>Well, at the period of which I am making the +present disclosure, Herr Anton had been paying a +number of flying visits to Berlin, and had had many +private audiences of both Kaiser and Sultan, and had +on several occasions been invited informally to the +Imperial luncheon table, a mark of esteem bestowed +by the Kaiser upon those who may at the moment be +serving his interests particularly well.</p> + +<p>Suddenly all of us were surprised by the announcement +that the Kaiser's favoured civilian in Turkey +had married Mademoiselle Julie de Lagarenne, +daughter of Paul de Lagarenne, son of the great +French sugar refiner, and secretary of the French +Embassy at Rome. We heard also that, having +married in Italy, he was bringing his wife to Berlin. +Indeed, a week after that news was spread I met them +both in Kranzler's in Unter den Linden, and there he +introduced me to a pretty, dark-haired, vivacious +young Frenchwoman, who spoke German well, and +who told me that her husband had already given in +her name for presentation at the next Court.</p> + +<p>That was about a month prior to Orville Wright's +flight and the midnight visit of Frau Kleist to the +Emperor.</p> + +<p>Truth to tell, the old woman's mention of Herr +Reitschel's name caused me considerable misgivings, +because three weeks before I had gathered certain +strange facts from a secret report of a spy who in +Constantinople had been set to watch Herr Reitschel's +doings. That spy was Frau Kleist's son.</p> + +<p>The Kaiser trusts nobody. Even his favourites<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +and most intimate cronies are spied upon, and +reports upon those familiar blue papers are furnished +regularly. In view of what I had read in that +report from Karl Kleist, I stood amazed when, at the +grand Court a week later, I had witnessed Herr +Reitschel's French wife bow before the Emperor and +Empress and noticed how graciously the Kaiser had +smiled upon her. Truly the Emperor is sphinx-like +and imperturbable. Outside the privacy of his own +room, that chamber of cunning plots and fierce +revenge, he never allows his sardonic countenance to +betray his inner thoughts, and will grasp the hand of +his most hated enemy with the hearty warmth of +friendship, a Satanic <i>volte-face</i> in which danger and +evil lurk always, a trait inherited to its full degree +by the Crown-Prince.</p> + +<p>The days that followed Frau Kleist's midnight +visit were indeed busy, eventful days. Certain +diplomatic negotiations with Washington had been +unsuccessful; Von Holleben, the Ambassador, had +been recalled, and given an extremely bad half-hour +by both Kaiser and Chancellor. In addition, some +wily American journalist had fathomed the amazing +duplicity of Prince Henry's visit to the States and +Germany's Press Bureau in America, while the Yellow +Press of New York had published a ghastly array of +facts and figures concerning the latter, together with +facsimile documents, all of which had sent His +Majesty half-crazy with anger.</p> + +<p>Nearly three months passed.</p> + +<p>Herr Reitschel often came from Constantinople, +and frequently brought his handsome young wife +with him, for he was <i>persona grata</i> at Court. To +me this was indeed strange in view of the reports +of the ex-opera dancer's son—who, by the way, lived +in Constantinople in the unsuspicious guise of a +carpet-dealer, and unknown to the bank director.</p> + +<p>The latter had, assisted by his wife's fortune, +inherited from her grandmother, purchased the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +Schloss Langenberg, the splendid ancestral castle +and estates of the Princes of Langenberg, situate on +a rock between Ilmenau and Zella, in the beautiful +Thuringian Forest, and acknowledged to be one of +the most famous shooting estates in the Empire. It +was not, therefore, surprising that the Emperor, to +mark his favour, should express a desire to shoot +capercailzie there—a desire which, of course, delighted +Herr Reitschel, who had only a few days before been +decorated with the Order of the Black Eagle.</p> + +<p>One afternoon in mid-autumn the Emperor, accompanied +by the Crown-Prince and myself, together +with the suite, arrived by the Imperial train at the +little station of Ilmenau, where, of course, Reitschel +and his pretty wife, with the land-rats, head and +under foresters, and all sorts of civil officials in black +coats and white ties bowed low as the All-Highest +stepped from his saloon. The Kaiser was most +gracious to his host and hostess, while the schloss, +we found, was almost equal in beauty and extent to +that of Prince Max Egon zu Fürstenberg at Donau-Eschingen, +which place we always visited once, if not +twice, each year.</p> + +<p>The Emperor had complained of a slight cold, and +in consequence, just before we left Berlin, I had been +instructed to summon by telegraph a certain Dr. +Vollerthun from Augsburg, who was a perfect +stranger to us all, but who had, I supposed, been +recommended to the Emperor by somebody who, +for some consideration, wished to advance him in +his profession.</p> + +<p>While the Emperor and his host were out shooting, +the Crown-Prince and several of the suite being of +the party, I remained alone in a big, circular, old-world +room in one of the towers of the Castle, where +the long, narrow windows overlooked the forest, +dealing with a flood of important State papers which +a courier had brought from Berlin two hours before. +Papers followed us daily wherever we might be,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +even when yachting at Cowes or in the Norwegian +fjords.</p> + +<p>About midday Dr. Vollerthun was ushered in to +me—a short, stout, guttural-speaking man of about +sixty, rather bald, and wearing big, round, gold-rimmed +spectacles. I quickly handed him over to +the major-domo. He was a stranger, and no doubt +one who sought the Emperor's favour, therefore +as such I took but little interest in him.</p> + +<p>About three o'clock that same afternoon, however, +a light tap came at the door, and on looking round, +I saw my hostess standing upon the threshold.</p> + +<p>She was quietly but elegantly dressed, presenting +the true type of the smart Parisienne, but in an +instant I realized that she was very pale and agitated. +Indeed her voice trembled when she asked permission +to enter.</p> + +<p>Since her marriage I had many times chatted with +her, for she often came to the Palace when her +husband visited Berlin, as he did so frequently. I +had danced with her; I had taken her in to dinner +at various houses where we met, always finding her +a bright and very intellectual companion.</p> + +<p>She quietly closed the door, and, crossing the room +with uneven steps, advanced to the table from which +I had risen.</p> + +<p>"Count von Heltzendorff!" she exclaimed in a +low, strained voice. "I—I have come to seek your +aid because—well, because I'm distracted, and I +know that you are my husband's friend," she +exclaimed in French.</p> + +<p>"And yours also, Madame," I said earnestly, bowing +and pulling forward a chair for her.</p> + +<p>"My husband is out with the Emperor!" she +gasped in a curious, unnerved tone. "And I fear; +oh, I fear that we are in great peril—deadly peril +every hour—every moment!"</p> + +<p>"Really, Madame, I hardly follow you," I said, +standing before the dark-haired, handsome French<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +girl—for she was little more than a girl—who had inherited +the whole fortune of the biggest sugar refinery +in Europe, the great factory out at St. Denis which supplied +nearly one-sixth of the refined sugar of the world.</p> + +<p>"My husband, whom I love devotedly, has done +his best in the interests of his Emperor. You, +Count, know—for you are in a position to know—the +real aims of the Kaiser in Turkey. These last six +months I have watched, and have learned the truth! +I know how, when the Emperor went to Constantinople +five months ago in pretence of friendship +towards the Sultan, with Professor Vambéry as interpreter, +he practically compelled Abdul Hamid to +give him, in return for certain financial advances, +those wonderful jewels which the Empress Catherine, +wife of Peter the Great, gave in secret to the Grand +Vizier to secure the escape of the Russian Army +across the Pruth. I know how the Emperor seized +those wonderful emeralds, and, carrying them back to +Potsdam, has given them to the Empress. I know, +too, how he laughed with my husband at the cleverness +by which he is fooling the too trustful Turks. I——"</p> + +<p>"Pardon, Madame," I said, interrupting her, and +speaking in French, "but is it really wise to speak +thus of the Emperor's secrets? Your husband is, I +fear, guilty of great indiscretion in mentioning such +matters."</p> + +<p>"I am his wife, Count, and he conceals little, if +anything, from me."</p> + +<p>I looked the pretty young woman straight in the +face in fear and regret.</p> + +<p>Possession of those ancient jewels which, with +reluctance, Abdul Hamid had brought out from his +treasury, was one of the Kaiser's greatest secrets, a +secret of Potsdam known to no more than three +people, including myself. The Emperor had specially +imposed silence upon me, because he did not wish +the Powers to suspect his true Eastern policy of +bribery and double-dealing, blackmail and plunder.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> + +<p>And yet she, the daughter of a French diplomat, +knew the truth!</p> + +<p>Instantly I realized the serious danger of the +secret being betrayed to France.</p> + +<p>"Madame," I said, leaning against the writing-table +as I spoke in deepest earnestness. "If I may +be permitted, I would urge that the Emperor's diplomacy +neither concerns your husband, as an official, +nor yourself. It is his own private affair, and should +neither be discussed nor betrayed."</p> + +<p>"I know," she said. "That is just why I have +ventured to come here to consult you, M'sieur! You +have been my good friend as well as my husband's, +and here to-day, while the Emperor is our guest +beneath our roof, I feel that I am in greatest peril!"</p> + +<p>"Why?" I asked with considerable surprise.</p> + +<p>"The Emperor has already learnt that I know the +truth regarding his secret," was her slow reply. +"By what means His Majesty has discovered it, I, +alas! know not. But I do know from a confidential +quarter that I have incurred the Emperor's gravest +displeasure and hatred."</p> + +<p>"Who is your informant?" I inquired sternly, +eager to further investigate the great intrigue.</p> + +<p>"A certain person who must be nameless."</p> + +<p>"Have you spoken to anybody of the Emperor's +secret plans in Turkey, or of his possession of the +Empress Catherine's jewels?"</p> + +<p>"I have not uttered a word to a single soul except +my husband. I swear it."</p> + +<p>"Your husband was extremely indiscreet in revealing +anything," I declared again quite frankly.</p> + +<p>"I fully admit that. But what can I do? How +shall I act?" she asked in a low, tense voice. +"Advise me, do."</p> + +<p>For some moments I remained silent. The situation, +with a pretty woman seeking my aid in such +circumstances, was difficult.</p> + +<p>"Well, Madame," I replied after reflection, "if<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +you are really ready to promise the strictest secrecy +and leave the matter to me, I will endeavour to find +a way out of the difficulty—providing you—good +German that you are by marriage—will take, before +the Emperor himself, an oath of complete secrecy?"</p> + +<p>"I am ready to do anything—anything for my +dear husband's sake," the handsome young woman +assured me, tears welling in her fine dark eyes.</p> + +<p>"In that case, then, please leave the matter entirely +in my hands," I said. And later on she left.</p> + +<p>That same night, about ten o'clock, the Emperor, +in the dark-green uniform which he always wears at +dinner after hunting or shooting, entered the room to +which I had just returned to work.</p> + +<p>"Send Frau Kleist to me," he snapped. "And I +will summon you later when I want you, Heltzendorff."</p> + +<p>Frau Kleist! I had no idea the woman had +arrived at the castle. But I dispatched one of the +servants to search for her, and afterwards heard her +high-pitched voice as she ascended the stairs to hold +secret and, no doubt, evil counsel with His Majesty.</p> + +<p>Below I found the fat, fair-haired little doctor +from Augsburg, who was still an enigma, but eager +to see his Imperial patient, and with him I smoked a +cigarette to while away the time. I was anxious to +return to His Majesty, and, as became my duty as +his adjutant, to explain what I had learnt from the +lips of our French hostess.</p> + +<p>Suddenly one of the Imperial flunkeys bowed at +the door, commanding the doctor to the Royal +presence, and he left me, hot and flurried, as all +become who are unused to the Court atmosphere, its +rigid etiquette, and its constant bows.</p> + +<p>Had the Emperor called the unknown doctor into +consultation with Frau Kleist?</p> + +<p>Inquiries I had made concerning the doctor from +Augsburg showed that he was quite a well-known +specialist on mental diseases, and he had also written +a text-book upon bacteriology and the brain. Why<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +had the Kaiser summoned him? He required no +brain specialist.</p> + +<p>"We leave to-morrow at noon," the Emperor +exclaimed brusquely when, an hour later, I was +summoned to his room. This amazed me, for our +arrangements were to remain three days longer. I +recollected Madame Reitschel's words.</p> + +<p>"I do not feel at all well," His Majesty added, +"and this Dr. Vollerthun orders me rest at Potsdam."</p> + +<p>In silence I bowed, and then ventured to refer to +what was uppermost in my mind.</p> + +<p>"May I be permitted to speak to your Majesty +upon a certain confidential subject?" I begged, +standing against the table whereat I had been writing +the greater part of that day.</p> + +<p>"What subject?" snapped the All-Highest.</p> + +<p>"Your Majesty's negotiations with the Sultan of +Turkey. Frau Reitschel has learnt of them, but +she is eager to come before you and take oath of +entire secrecy."</p> + +<p>The Kaiser's eyes narrowed and glowed in sudden +anger.</p> + +<p>"A woman's oath!" he cried. "Bah! Never +have I believed in silence imposed upon any woman's +tongue—more especially that of a born enemy! I +appreciate your loyalty and acumen, Von Heltzendorff, +but I have, fortunately, known this for some +little time, and in strictest secrecy have taken certain +measures to combat it. Remember that these words +have never been uttered to you! Remember that! +You are adjutant, and I am Emperor. Understand! +I fully appreciate and note your loyal report, but it +is not woman's sphere to enter our diplomacy, except +as a secret agent of our Fatherland. Let us say no +more."</p> + +<p>Ten minutes later, being dismissed, I wandered +back through the great, silent, echoing corridors of +the ancient castle to my own room. A great human +drama, greater than any ever placed upon the stage,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +was now being enacted. Throwing his loaded dice, +the Emperor, with all his craft, cunning, and criminal +unscrupulousness behind his mask of Christianity, +and aided by his unprincipled son, the Crown-Prince, +was actually plotting the downfall of the Turkish +Empire and the overthrow of Islam in Europe. +Between the All-Highest One and the realization of +those dastardly plans for world-power so carefully +and cleverly thought out in every detail night after +night in the silence of that dull, faded green room +upstairs at Potsdam, stood one frail little Parisienne, +the vivacious, well-meaning Madame Reitschel!</p> + +<p>Next day we left the Schloss Langenberg, but +before doing so we heard with regret that our charming +little hostess had been suddenly taken ill during +the night, and the Kaiser, as a mark of favour, had +ordered his doctor, Vollerthun, to remain behind to +attend her. That Herr Reitschel was in great distress +I saw from his face as he stood taking leave of his +Imperial guest on the little platform at Ilmenau.</p> + +<p>Back in Berlin, I wondered what was in progress +in that far-off Schloss in Thuringia, but a week later +the truth became vividly apparent when I read in +the <i>Staats-Anzeiger</i> an announcement which disclosed +to me the terrible truth.</p> + +<p>I held my breath as my eyes followed the printed +lines.</p> + +<p>Frau Reitschel, the young wife of the famous +Anton Reitschel of Constantinople, had, the journal +reported, been seized by a sudden and somewhat +mysterious illness on the night prior to the Emperor's +departure from the Schloss Langenberg, and though +His Majesty had graciously left his own physician +behind to attend her, the unfortunate lady had +developed insanity to such a hopeless degree that it +had been necessary to confine her in the Rosenau +private asylum at Coburg.</p> + +<p>In a second I realized how the dancing-mistress +and the mental specialist from Augsburg had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +the tools of the Emperor. That "mysterious illness," +developing into madness, was surely not the +result of any natural cause, but had been deliberately +planned and executed by means of a hypodermic +syringe, in order that the woman who had learnt the +secret of the Emperor's double cunning in the Near +East should be for ever immured in a madhouse.</p> + +<p>Outside the trio responsible for the cruel and +dastardly act, I alone knew the truth how, by the +Emperor's drastic action, he had prevented the +secret of his chicanery leaking out to the Powers.</p> + +<p>Poor Madame Reitschel! She died early in 1913, +a raving lunatic. Her devoted husband, having +served the Emperor's purpose, had been recalled to +Berlin, where, bereft of the Kaiser's favour, he predeceased +her by about six months, broken-hearted, +but in utter ignorance of that foul plot carried out +under his very nose and in his own castle.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_FIVE" id="SECRET_NUMBER_FIVE"></a>SECRET NUMBER FIVE</h2> +<h3>THE GIRL WHO KNEW THE CROWN-PRINCE'S SECRET</h3> + + +<p>Late on the night of November 18th, 1912, I +was busily at work in the Crown-Prince's +room—that cosy apartment of which I possessed the +key—at the Marble Palace at Potsdam.</p> + +<p>I, as His Imperial Highness's personal-adjutant, had +been travelling all day with him from Cologne to +Berlin. We had done a tour of military inspections +in Westphalia, and, as usual, "Willie's" conduct, as +became the heir-apparent of the psalm-singing All-Highest +One, had not been exactly exemplary.</p> + +<p>With his slant eyes and sarcastic grin he openly +defied the Emperor, and frequently referred to him to +his intimates as "a hoary old hypocrite"—the truth +of which recent events have surely proved.</p> + +<p>On the night in question, however, much had +happened. The Emperor had, a month before,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +returned from a visit to England, where he had been +engaged by speeches and hand-shakes, public and +private, blowing a narcotic dust into the nostrils of +your dear but, alas! too confiding nation.</p> + +<p>You British were all dazzled—you dear English +drank the Imperial sleeping-draught, prepared so +cunningly for you and your Cabinet Ministers in what +we in Berlin sometimes called "the Downing-Strasse." +You lapped up the cream of German good-fellowship +as a cat laps milk, even while agents of our Imperial +War Staff had held Staff-rides in various parts of your +island. All of you were blind, save those whom your +own people denounced as scaremongers when they +lifted their voices in warning.</p> + +<p>We at Potsdam smiled daily at what seemed to us +to be the slow but sure decline of your great nation +from its military, naval, and commercial supremacy. +The Kaiser had plotted for fourteen years, and now +he was being actively aided by his eldest son, that +shrewd, active agnostic with a criminal kink.</p> + +<p>"Heltzendorff!" exclaimed the Crown-Prince, as he +suddenly entered the room where I was busy attending +to a pile of papers which had accumulated during +our absence in Westphalia, and which had been +sorted into three heaps by my assistant during our +absence. "Do get through all those letters and +things. Burn them all if you can. What do they +matter?"</p> + +<p>"Many of them are matters of grave importance. +Here, for instance, is a report from the Chief of +Military Intelligence in Washington."</p> + +<p>"Oh, old Friesch! Tear it up! He is but an old +fossil at best. And yet, Heltzendorff, he is designed +to be of considerable use," he added. "His Majesty +told me to-night that after his visit to England he +has conceived the idea to establish an official movement +for the improvement of better relations between +Britain and Germany. The dear British are always +ready to receive such movements with open arms.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +At Carlton House Terrace they strongly endorse the +Emperor's ideas, and he tells me that the movement +should first arise in commercial and shipping circles. +Herr Ballin will generate the idea in his offices in +London and the various British ports, while His +Majesty has Von Gessler, the ex-Ambassador at +Washington, in view as the man to bring forth the +suggestion publicly. Indeed, to-night from the +Wilhelmstrasse there has been sent a message to his +schloss on the Mosel commanding him to consult with +His Majesty. Von Bernstorff took his place at +Washington a few months ago."</p> + +<p>"But Von Gessler is an inveterate enemy of +Britain," I exclaimed in surprise, still seated at my +table.</p> + +<p>"The world does not know that. The whole +scheme is based upon Britain's ignorance of our intentions. +We bring Von Gessler forward as the dear, +good, Anglophile friend with his hand outstretched +from the Wilhelmstrasse. Oh, Heltzendorff!" he +laughed. "It is really intensely amusing, is it not?"</p> + +<p>I was silent. I knew that the deeply-laid plot +against Great Britain was proceeding apace, for had I +not seen those many secret reports, and did I not +possess inside knowledge of the evil intentions of the +Emperor and his son.</p> + +<p>"Get through all that—to-night if you can, +Heltzendorff," the Crown-Prince urged. "The +Crown-Princess leaves for Treseburg, in the Harz, +to-morrow, and in the evening we go to Nice."</p> + +<p>"To Nice!" I exclaimed, though not at all disinclined +to spend a week or so on the Riviera.</p> + +<p>"Yes," he said. "I have a friend there. The +Riviera is only pleasant before the season, or after. +One cannot go with the crowd in January or February. +I have already given orders for the saloon to leave at +eleven to-morrow night. That will give us ample +time."</p> + +<p>A friend there! I reflected. I, knowing his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +partiality to the eternal petticoat, could only suppose +that the attraction in Nice was of the feminine gender.</p> + +<p>"Then the lady is in Nice!" I remarked, for sometimes +I was permitted, on account of my long service +with the Emperor, to speak familiarly.</p> + +<p>"Lady, no!" he retorted. "It is a man. And I +want to get to Nice at the earliest moment. So get +through those infernal documents. Burn them all. +They are better out of the way," he laughed.</p> + +<p>And, taking a cigarette from the golden box—a +present to him from "Tino" of Greece—he lit it, +and wishing me good night, strode out.</p> + +<p>Just before eleven o'clock on the following night +we left the Marmor Palace. His Imperial Highness +travelled incognito as he always did when visiting +France, assuming the name of Count von Grünau. +With us was his personal valet, Schuler, the military +secretary, Major Lentze, and Eckardt, the Commissioner +of Secret Police for His Highness's personal +protection, who travelled with us wherever we went. +In addition, there was an under-valet, and Knof, the +Crown-Prince's favourite chauffeur. When abroad +cars were either bought and afterwards re-sold, or +else hired, but Knof, who was a celebrated racing +motorist and had driven in Prince Henry's tour of +exploration through England, and who had gained +many prizes on the various circuits, was always taken +as "driver."</p> + +<p>After a restless night—for there were many stoppages—I +spent next day with the Crown-Prince in +long and tiring discussions on military affairs as we +travelled due south in the beautifully-fitted Imperial +car, replete with its smoking saloon with wicker +chairs, its four bathrooms, and other luxuries. I +endeavoured to obtain from him some reason why we +were proceeding to Nice, but to all my inquiries he +was smilingly dumb. He noticed my eagerness, +and I saw that he was amused by it.</p> + +<p>Yet somehow, as we travelled towards the Italian<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +frontier—for our road lay through Austria down to +Milan, and thence by way of Genoa—he seemed to +become unduly thoughtful and anxious.</p> + +<p>Only a fortnight before he had had one of those +ever-recurring and unseemly quarrels with his long-suffering +wife.</p> + +<p>"Cilli is a fool!" he had declared openly to me, +after she had left the room in anger.</p> + +<p>We had been busy arranging a programme of +official visits in Eastern Germany, when suddenly the +Crown-Princess entered, pale with anger, and disregarding +my presence—for I suppose I was regarded +as one who knew all the happenings of the palace, +and whose discretion could be relied upon—began +to demand fiercely an explanation of a certain anonymous +letter which she held in her hand.</p> + +<p>"Kindly read that!" she said haughtily, "and +explain what it means!"</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince grinned idiotically, that cold, +sinister expression overspreading his countenance, a +look which is such a marked characteristic of his.</p> + +<p>Then, almost snatching the letter from his young +wife's fingers, he read it through, and with a sudden +movement tore it up and flung it upon the carpet, +saying:</p> + +<p>"I refuse to discuss any unsigned letter! Really, if +we were to notice every letter written by the common +scum we should, indeed, have sufficient to do."</p> + +<p>His wife's arched brows narrowed. Her pale, +delicate face, in which the lines of care had appeared +too prematurely, already betrayed fiercest anger.</p> + +<p>"I happen to have inquired, and I now know that +those allegations are correct!" she cried. "This +dark-haired singer-woman, Irene Speroni, has attained +great success on the variety stage in Italy. She is the +star of the Sala Margherita in Rome."</p> + +<p>"Well?" he asked in defiance. "And what of +it, pray?"</p> + +<p>"That letter you have destroyed tells me the truth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +I received it a few days ago, and sent an agent to +Italy in order to learn the truth. He has returned +to-night. See!" And suddenly she produced a +crannied snapshot photograph, of postcard size, of +the Crown-Prince in his polo-playing garb, and with +him a smartly-dressed young woman, whose features +were in the shadow. I caught sight of that picture, +because when he tossed it from him angrily without +glancing at it, I picked it up and handed it back to +the Crown-Princess.</p> + +<p>"Yes," she cried bitterly, "You refuse, of course, +to look upon this piece of evidence! I now know why +you went to Wiesbaden. The woman was singing +there, and you gave her a pair of emerald and diamond +earrings which you purchased from Vollgold in Unter +den Linden. See! Here is the bill for them!"</p> + +<p>And again she produced a slip of paper.</p> + +<p>At this the Crown-Prince grew instantly furious, +and, pale to the lips, he roundly abused his long-suffering +wife, telling her quite frankly that, notwithstanding +the fact that she might spy upon his movements, +he should act exactly as his impulses dictated.</p> + +<p>That scene was, indeed, a disgraceful one, ending +in the poor woman, in a frantic paroxysm of despair, +tearing off the splendid necklet of diamonds at her +throat—his present to her on their marriage—and +casting it full into his face.</p> + +<p>Then, realizing that the scene had become too +tragic, I took her small hand, and, with a word of +sympathy, led her out of the room and along the +corridor.</p> + +<p>As I left her she burst into a sudden torrent of +tears; yet when I returned again to the Crown-Prince +I found his manner had entirely changed. He treated +his wife's natural resentment and indignation as a +huge joke, and it was then that His Imperial Highness +declared to me:</p> + +<p>"Cilli is a fool!"</p> + +<p>That sunny afternoon the Crown-Prince had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +sprawled himself on the plush lounge of the smoking +car as the train travelled upon that picturesque line +between Genoa and the French frontier at Ventimiglia, +the line which follows the coast for six hours. +With the tideless sapphire Mediterranean lapping the +yellow beach on the one side and high brown rocks +upon the other, we went through Savona, Albenga, +the old-world Porto Maurizio to the glaring modern +town of San Remo and palm-embowered Bordighera, +that beautiful Italian Riviera that you and I know +so well.</p> + +<p>"Listen, Heltzendorff," his Highness exclaimed +suddenly between the whiffs of his cigarette. "In +Nice I may disappear for a day or two. I may be +missing. But if I am, please don't raise a fuss about +it. I'm incognito, and nobody will know. I may +be absent for seven days. If I am not back by that +time then you may make inquiry."</p> + +<p>"But the Commissary of Police Eckardt! He +will surely know?" I remarked in surprise.</p> + +<p>"No. He won't know. I shall evade him as I've +so often done before," replied His Imperial Highness. +"I tell you of my intentions so that you may curb +the activities of our most estimable friend. Tell +him not to worry, and he will be paid a thousand +marks on the day Count von Grünau reappears."</p> + +<p>I smiled, for I saw the influence of the eternal +feminine.</p> + +<p>"No, Heltzendorff. You are quite mistaken," he +said, reading my thoughts, and putting down his +cigarette end. "There is no lady in this case. I +am out here for secret purposes of my own. For that +reason I take you into my confidence rather than +that unnecessary inquiry should be made and some of +those infernal journalists get hold of the fact that the +Count von Grünau and the Crown-Prince are one and +the same person. I was a fool to take this saloon. +I ought to have travelled as an ordinary passenger, +I know, but," he laughed, "this is really comfortable<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +and, after all, what do we care what the world thinks—eh? +Surely we can afford to laugh at it when all +the honours of the game are already in our hands."</p> + +<p>And at that moment we ran into the pretty, +flower-decked station of San Remo, the place freshly +painted for the attraction of the winter visitors who +annually went south for sunshine.</p> + +<p>His words mystified me, but I became even more +mystified by his actions a few days later.</p> + +<p>I was in ignorance that a fortnight before Hermann +Hardt, one of His Highness's couriers, had left +Potsdam and on arrival at Nice had rented for three +months the fine Villa Lilas—the winter residence of +the American millionaire leather merchant, James G. +Jamieson, of Boston, who had gone yachting to Japan.</p> + +<p>You know Nice, my dear Le Queux—you know it +as well as I do, therefore you know the Villa Lilas, +that big white mansion which faces the sea on Montboron, +the hill road between the port of Nice and +Villefranche. Half hidden among the mimosa, the +palms, and grey-green olives, it is after the style of +Mr. Gordon Bennett's villa at Beaulieu, with a big +glass front and pretty verandas, with climbing +geraniums flowering upon the terraces.</p> + +<p>We soon settled there, for the household staff had +arrived three days before, and on the evening of our +arrival I accompanied the Crown-Prince down into +the town to the Jetée promenade, the pier-pavilion +where the gay cosmopolitan world disports itself to +chatter, drink and gamble.</p> + +<p>It was a glorious moonlit night, and "Willie," +after strolling through the great gilded saloons, in +one of which was a second-rate variety entertainment—the +season not having yet commenced—went outside. +We sat at the end of the pier smoking.</p> + +<p>"Nice is dull as yet, is it not?" he remarked, for +each year he always spent a month there incognito, +the German newspapers announcing that he was +away shooting. But "Willie," leading the gay life<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +of the Imperial butterfly, much preferred the lively +existence of the Côte d'Azur to the remote schloss in +Thuringia or elsewhere.</p> + +<p>I agreed with him that Nice had not yet put on +the tinsel and pasteboard of her Carnival attractions. +As you know, Carnival in Nice is gay enough, but, +after all, it is a forced gaiety got up for the profit of +the shops and hotels, combined with the "Cercle des +Bains" of Monaco—the polite title of the Prince's +gilded gambling hell.</p> + +<p>We smoked together and chatted, as we often did +when His Imperial Highness became bored. I was +still mystified why we had come to the Riviera so +early in the season, because the white and pale green +paint of the hotels was not yet dry, and half of them +not yet open.</p> + +<p>Yet our coming had, no doubt, been privately signalled, +because within half an hour of our arrival at +the Villa Lilas a short, stout old Frenchman, with +white, bristly hair—whom I afterwards found out was +Monsieur Paul Bavouzet, the newly-appointed Prefect +of the Department of Alpes-Maritimes—called +to leave his card upon the Count von Grünau.</p> + +<p>The Imperial incognito only means that the public +are to be deluded. Officialdom never is. They know +the ruse, and support it all the world over. His +Highness the Crown-Prince was paying his annual +visit to Nice, and the President had sent his compliments +through his representative, the bristly-haired +little Prefect.</p> + +<p>Soon after eleven that night the Crown-Prince, +after chatting affably with me, strolled back to the +Promenade des Anglais, where Knof, the chauffeur, +awaited us with a big open car, in which we were +whizzed around the port and up to Montboron in a +few minutes.</p> + +<p>As I parted from the Crown-Prince, who yawned +and declared that he was tired, he said:</p> + +<p>"Ah! Heltzendorff. How good it is to get a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +breath of soft air from the Mediterranean! We +shall have a port on this pleasant sea one day—if we +live as long—eh?"</p> + +<p>That remark showed the trend of events. It +showed how, hand in hand with the Emperor, he +was urging preparations for war—a war that had for +its primary object the destruction of the Powers +which, when the volcano erupted, united as allies.</p> + +<p>The bright autumn days passed quite uneventfully, +and frequently I went pleasant motor runs into the +mountains with His Highness, up to the frontier at +the Col di Tenda, to La Vésubie, Puget-Théniers, +and other places. Yet I was still mystified at the +reason of our sojourn there.</p> + +<p>After we had been at the Villa Lilas about ten +days I was one afternoon seated outside the popular +Café de l'Opéra, in the Place Masséna, when a lady, +dressed in deep mourning and wearing the heavy veil +in French style, passed along the pavement, glanced +at me, and then, hesitating, she turned, and, coming +back, advanced to the little table in the corner +whereat I was sitting.</p> + +<p>"May I be permitted to have a word with you, +Monsieur?" she asked in French, in a low, refined +voice.</p> + +<p>"Certainly," was my reply, and, not without some +surprise, I rose and drew a chair for her.</p> + +<p>She glanced round quickly, as though to satisfy +herself that she would not be overheard, but, as a +matter of fact, at that hour the chairs on the terraces +of the café were practically deserted. At the same +moment, viewing her closely, I saw that she was about +twenty-four, handsome, dark-haired, with well-cut +features.</p> + +<p>"I know, Monsieur, that I am a complete stranger +to you," she exclaimed with a smile, "but to me you +are quite familiar by sight. I have passed you many +times in Berlin and in Potsdam, and I know that you +are Count von Heltzendorff, personal-adjutant to His<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +Highness the Crown-Prince—or Count von Grünau, +as he is known here in France."</p> + +<p>"You know that!" I exclaimed.</p> + +<p>She smiled mysteriously, replying:</p> + +<p>"Yes. I—well, I happen to be a friend of His +Highness."</p> + +<p>I held my breath. So this pretty young Frenchwoman +was one of my young Imperial master's +friends!</p> + +<p>"The fact is, Count," she went on, "I have +travelled a considerable distance to see you. I said +that I was one of the Crown-Prince's friends. Please +do not misunderstand me. I know that he has a +good many lady friends, but, as far as I am concerned, +I have never been introduced to him, and he does +not know me. I am his friend because of a certain +friendliness towards him."</p> + +<p>"Really, Madame, I don't quite understand," +I said.</p> + +<p>"Of course not," she answered, and then, glancing +round, she added: "This place is a little too public. +Cannot we go across to the garden yonder?"</p> + +<p>At her suggestion I rose and walked with her to a +quiet spot in the gardens, where we sat down, and +I listened with interest to her.</p> + +<p>She told me that her name was Julie de Rouville, +but she would give no account of where she lived, +though I took it that she was a young widow.</p> + +<p>"I have ventured to approach you, Count, because +I cannot approach the Crown-Prince," she said presently. +"You probably do not know the true reason +of his visit here to Nice?"</p> + +<p>"No," I said. "I admit that I do not. Why is +he here?"</p> + +<p>"It is a secret of his own. But, curiously enough, +I am aware of the reason, and that is why I have +sought you. Would it surprise you if I told you that +in a certain quarter in France it will, in a few days, +be known that the German Emperor is establishing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +a movement for an <i>entente</i> between Germany and +Britain, and that the whole affair is based upon a +fraud? The Emperor wants no <i>entente</i>, but only +war with France and with Britain. The whole plot +will be exposed in a few days!"</p> + +<p>"From what source have you derived this knowledge?" +I asked, looking at her in amazement that +she should know one of the greatest State secrets of +Germany.</p> + +<p>But she again smiled mysteriously, and said:</p> + +<p>"I merely tell you this in order to prove to you +that I am in possession of certain facts known to +but few people."</p> + +<p>"You evidently are," I said. "But who intends +to betray the truth to France?"</p> + +<p>"I regret, Count, that I cannot answer your +question."</p> + +<p>"If you are, as you say, the Crown-Prince's friend, +it would surely be a friendly act to let us know the +truth, so that steps may be taken, perhaps, to avoid +the secret of Germany's diplomacy from leaking out +to her enemies."</p> + +<p>"All I can tell you, Count, is that the matter is +one of gravest importance."</p> + +<p>"But will you not speak openly, and give us the +actual facts?"</p> + +<p>"I will—but to His Imperial Highness alone," was +her answer.</p> + +<p>"You wish to meet him, then?" I asked, rather +suspicious that it might after all be only a woman's +ruse. And yet what she had said showed that she +knew the Emperor's secret, for she had actually mentioned +Von Gessler's name in connection with the +pretended Anglo-German <i>entente</i>.</p> + +<p>"If His Highness will honour me with an interview, +then I will reveal all I know, and, further, will suggest +a means of preventing the truth from leaking out."</p> + +<p>"But you are French," I said.</p> + +<p>"I have told you so," she laughed. "But probably<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +His Highness will refuse to see Julie de Rouville, +therefore I think it best if you show him this."</p> + +<p>From her little gold chain-purse she produced a +small, unmounted photograph of herself, and handed +it to me.</p> + +<p>"When he recognizes who wishes to see him he will +fully understand," she said, in a quiet, refined voice. +"A letter addressed to Julie de Rouville at the Post +Restante at Marseilles will quickly find me."</p> + +<p>"At Marseilles?" I echoed.</p> + +<p>"Yes. I do not wish the letter to be sent to me +here. From Marseilles I shall duly receive it."</p> + +<p>I was silent for a few moments.</p> + +<p>"I confess," I exclaimed at last. "I confess I +do not exactly see the necessity for an interview +with His Highness, when whatever you tell me—as +his personal-adjutant—will be regarded as strictly +in confidence."</p> + +<p>Truth to tell, I was extremely suspicious of her. +She might be desirous of meeting the Prince with +some evil intent.</p> + +<p>"I have already said, Count Heltzendorff, that I +am His Highness's friend, and wish to approach him +with motives of friendship."</p> + +<p>"You wish for no payment for this information, +eh?" I asked suspiciously, half believing that she +might be a secret agent of France.</p> + +<p>"Payment—of course not!" she answered, half +indignantly. "Show that photograph to the Crown-Prince, +and tell him that I apply for an interview."</p> + +<p>Then, rather abruptly, she rose, and, thanking me, +wished me good afternoon, and walked away, leaving +me with her photograph in my hand.</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince was out motoring, and did not +get back to the Villa until after seven o'clock.</p> + +<p>As soon as I heard of his return I went to his room, +and recounted my strange adventure with the dark-haired +young woman in black. He became keenly +interested, and the more so when I told him of her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +secret knowledge of the Kaiser's intended establishment +of a bogus <i>entente</i> with Great Britain.</p> + +<p>"She wishes to see you," I said. "And she told +me to give you her photograph."</p> + +<p>I handed it to him.</p> + +<p>At sight of it his face instantly changed. He held +his breath, and then examined the photograph +beneath the light. Afterwards I noticed a strange, +hard look at the corners of his mouth, while his teeth +set themselves firmly.</p> + +<p>Next second, however, he had recovered his self-possession, +and with a low laugh said:</p> + +<p>"Yes. Of course, I know her. She wants me +to write to Julie de Rouville at the Post Restante at +Marseilles, eh? H'm—I'll think it over."</p> + +<p>And I could see that sight of the photograph had +not only displeased him, but it also caused him very +considerable uneasiness.</p> + +<p>Late in the afternoon, two days later, His Highness, +who had been walking alone, and who had apparently +evaded the vigilance of the ever-watchful Eckardt, +returned to the Villa with a stranger, a tall, rather +thin, fair-haired man, undoubtedly a German, and +the pair were closeted together, holding counsel +evidently for a considerable time. Where His Highness +met him I knew not, but when later on I entered +the room I saw that the pair were on quite friendly +terms.</p> + +<p>His Highness addressed him as Herr Schäfer, and +when he had left he told me that he was from the +Wilhelmstrasse, and had been attached to the Embassy +at Washington, and afterwards in London, +"for affairs of the Press"—which meant that he was +conductor of the German Press propaganda.</p> + +<p>It seemed curious that the young man Schäfer +should be in such high favour with the Crown-Prince.</p> + +<p>I watched closely. Whatever was in progress was +a strict secret between the pair. The more I saw of +Hans Schäfer the more I disliked him. He had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +cruel eyes and heavy, sensuous lips—a coarse countenance +which was the reverse of prepossessing, +though I could see that he was a very clever and +cunning person.</p> + +<p>For a full fortnight the Crown-Prince and the +man Schäfer were almost inseparable. Was it for +the purpose of meeting Schäfer that we had gone to +Nice? The man had been back from London about +two months, and had, I learnt, been lately living +in Paris.</p> + +<p>One evening while strolling in the sunset by the +sea along the tree-lined Promenade des Anglais, I +suddenly encountered Julie de Rouville, dressed in +mourning, a quiet, pathetic figure, just as we had +last met.</p> + +<p>I instantly recollected that since the evening when +I had given her photograph to the Crown-Prince he +had never mentioned her, and I could only believe +that for some mysterious reason sight of the picture +had recalled some distasteful memory.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Count!" she cried, as I halted and raised +my hat. "This is, indeed, a welcome meeting! I +have been looking out for you for the past two days."</p> + +<p>"I've been staying over at Cannes," was my +reply. "Well?"</p> + +<p>She indicated a seat, and upon it we sat together.</p> + +<p>"I have to thank you for giving my photograph +and message to His Highness," she said in that sweet, +refined voice that I so well remembered.</p> + +<p>"I trust that the Crown-Prince has written to +you—eh?"</p> + +<p>She smiled, a trifle sadly I thought.</p> + +<p>"Well, no——" was her rather vague reply.</p> + +<p>"Then how are you aware that I gave your +message?"</p> + +<p>She shook her head and again smiled.</p> + +<p>"I had my own means of discovery. By certain +signs I knew that you had carried out your promise," +she said. "But as I have heard nothing, I wish you,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +if you will, to deliver another message—a very urgent +one. Tell him I must see him, for I dread daily lest +the truth of the Kaiser's real intentions be known at +the Quai d'Orsay."</p> + +<p>"Certainly," was my polite reply. "I will deliver +your message this evening."</p> + +<p>"Tell him that my sole desire is to act in the +interests of the Emperor and himself," she urged.</p> + +<p>"But, forgive me," I said, "I cannot see why you +should interest yourself in the Crown-Prince if he +declines to communicate with you."</p> + +<p>"I have my reasons, Count von Heltzendorff," was +her rather haughty reply. "Please tell him that the +matter will not brook further delay."</p> + +<p>I had seen in the London newspapers during the +past week how eagerly the English journalists, with +the dust cast into their eyes, were blindly advocating +that the British public should welcome the great +German national movement, headed by Baron von +Gessler, supported by Ballin, Delbrück, and Von +Wedel, with the hearty co-operation of the Emperor +and the Imperial Chancellor—the movement to +establish better relations with Great Britain.</p> + +<p>I knew that the secret should at all hazards be kept, +and that night I told the Crown-Prince of my second +meeting with the pretty woman in black and her +urgent request.</p> + +<p>He laughed, but made no remark. Yet I knew by +his tone that he was not so easy in his mind as he +desired me to believe.</p> + +<p>It also seemed strange why, if the young Frenchwoman +was so desirous of meeting him, she did not +call at the Villa.</p> + +<p>About a week later it suddenly occurred to me to +endeavour to discover the real identity of the lady in +black, but as I was not certain whether she actually +lived in Nice it was rather difficult. Nevertheless, +by invoking the aid of my friend Belabre, inspector +of the Sûreté of Nice, and after waiting a few days<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +I made an astounding discovery, namely, that the +lady who called herself De Rouville was an Italian +café concert singer named Irene Speroni—the woman +who had aroused the jealousy of the Crown-Princess! +And she knew that important State secret of +Germany!</p> + +<p>The situation was, I saw, a most serious one. +Indeed, I felt it my duty to mention my discovery to +His Highness, when, to my surprise, he was not in the +least angry. He merely said:</p> + +<p>"It is true, Heltzendorff—true what the Crown-Princess +declared—that I went to Wiesbaden and +that I gave the woman a pair of emerald earrings +which I ordered from old Vollgold. But there was +no reason for jealousy. I saw the woman, and gave +her the present in the hope of closing her lips."</p> + +<p>In a moment I understood. The pretty variety +artiste was endeavouring to levy blackmail. But +how could she, in her position, have learnt the secret +of the Emperor's intentions?</p> + +<p>She was, I found, living as Signorina Speroni, with +her maid, at the Hôtel Bristol over at Beaulieu, just +across the blue bay of Villefranche, and as the days +went on I realized the imminent danger of exposure, +and wondered if the Kaiser knew of it.</p> + +<p>I made a remark to that effect to His Highness one +morning, whereupon he replied:</p> + +<p>"Don't disturb yourself, my dear Heltzendorff! +I have not overlooked the matter, for it is one that +closely concerns both the Emperor and myself. The +woman obtained the secret by opening the dispatch-box +of one who believed her to be his friend, and then +she attempted to use her knowledge in order to drag +me into her net. But I do not think I am very likely +to be caught—eh?"</p> + +<p>At that moment Herr Schäfer entered the room, +therefore further discussion was out of the question.</p> + +<p>From inquiries I made later on I found that the +concert singer had suddenly left the hotel, therefore<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +I went over to Beaulieu and had an instructive chat +with the hall porter, a German of course. From him +I learnt that the Signorina had been staying there +ever since the date when we had arrived at Nice, +and, further, that two gentleman had been frequently +in the habit of calling upon her. One was a smart +young Frenchman who came in a motor-car, and the +other was a German. From the description of the +latter I at once came to the conclusion that it was +none other than Herr Schäfer!</p> + +<p>"The one gentleman did not know of the other's +visits," said the bearded porter, with a laugh. "The +Signorina always impressed silence upon me, because +she thought one would be jealous of the other. The +German gentleman seemed very deeply in love with +her, and she called him Hans. He accompanied her +when she left here for San Remo."</p> + +<p>I reported this to His Highness, but he made no +remark. That some devilish plot was being carried +out I suspected. The Hohenzollerns are ready to go +to any length to prevent their black secrets from +leaking out.</p> + +<p>My surmise proved correct, for, a week later, some +fishermen found upon the brown rocks near Capo +Verde, beyond San Remo, the body of a woman, +fully dressed, afterwards identified as that of Irene +Speroni, the singer so popular in Rome.</p> + +<p>It was proved that on the previous night she had +been seen by two peasants walking along the sea road +near San Lorenzo, accompanied by a tall, thin man, +who seemed greatly excited, and was talking in +German. It was believed by the Italian police that +the unknown German, in a fit of jealousy, threw her +into the sea.</p> + +<p>From facts I gathered some months later I realized +that the whole plot had been most cunningly conceived +by the Crown-Prince. Schäfer, after his return +from America, had met the woman Speroni, who was +performing in London, and she had, unknown to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +him, opened his dispatch-box, and from some secret +correspondence had learned the real truth regarding +the proposed <i>entente</i> which the Emperor contemplated.</p> + +<p>Schäfer, alarmed at the woman's knowledge, and +yet fascinated by her charms, had gone to the Crown-Prince, +and he, in turn, had seen the woman in Wiesbaden. +Finding her so dangerous to the Emperor's +plans, His Highness then conceived a fiendish plot. +He first introduced her to a young French Marquis, +de Vienne by name, who pestered her with his attentions, +and followed her to Beaulieu. Having so far +succeeded, the Crown-Prince went to Nice, and +cleverly played upon Schäfer's love for the woman, +pointing out that she was playing a double game, and +urging him to watch.</p> + +<p>He did so, and discovered the truth. Then there +occurred the tragedy of jealousy, exactly as the police +believed.</p> + +<p>Herr Schäfer, the tool of His Imperial Highness, +had, however, escaped to Germany, and the police +of San Remo are still in ignorance of his identity.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_SIX" id="SECRET_NUMBER_SIX"></a>SECRET NUMBER SIX</h2> +<h3>THE AFFAIR OF THE HUNCHBACKED COUNTESS</h3> + + +<p>I suppose that none of your British friends have +ever heard the name of Thyra Adelheid von +Kienitz.</p> + +<p>She was a funny little deformed person, aged, +perhaps, seventy, widow of the great General von +Kienitz, who had served in the Franco-German +campaign, and who, before his death, had been +acknowledged to be as great a strategist as your own +Lord Roberts, whom every good German—I did not +write Prussian—salutes in reverence.</p> + +<p>Countess von Kienitz was the daughter of a certain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +Countess von Borcke, and after living for many +years in retirement in her picturesque old schloss +perched on a rock not far from the famous wine +district of Berncastel, on the winding Mosel river, +became suddenly seized with an idea to re-enter Berlin +society.</p> + +<p>With this view she rented a fine house not far from +the Liechtenstein Bridge, and early in 1911 commenced +a series of wildly-extravagant entertainments—luncheons, +dinners, and supper concerts, at which +were artistes to whom three-thousand-mark fees were +often paid—with a view, as it seemed to me, to attract +the more modern and go-ahead section of Berlin +society.</p> + +<p>At first the smarter set looked askance at the +ugly, deformed, painted-up old woman with the +squeaky voice, and they strenuously declined invitations +to her splendid, newly-furnished mansion in +the Stulerstrasse. Indeed, the name of the Countess +von Kienitz became synonymous for all that was +grotesque, and her painted, doll-like countenance and +yellow wig were the laughing-stock of both the upper +and middle classes.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless she strenuously endeavoured to +surround herself with young society of both sexes, +and many smart dances were given at the Stulerstrasse +during the season—dances at which the swaggering +Prussian officer was seen at his gorgeous best.</p> + +<p>One afternoon, seated by the Crown-Prince as he +drove recklessly his great Mercédès car along the +Bismarckallee in the direction of Potsdam, we passed +an overdressed old woman, very artificial, with yellow +hair, and short of stature.</p> + +<p>"Look, Heltzendorff! Is she not like that old +crow, Von Kienitz?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, her figure is very similar," I admitted.</p> + +<p>"Ah! The old woman was introduced to me the +other night at Bismarck-Bohlen's house. <i>Himmel!</i> +What a freak! Have you seen her wig?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p> + +<p>I replied that I had visited once or twice at the +Stulerstrasse, and that the company I had met there +were certainly amusing. I mentioned some of their +names, among them that of young Von Ratibor, +Major Gersdorff, of the Death's Head Hussars, Von +Heynitz, of the Königsjäger, a well-known man about +town, his friend Winterfeld, together with a number +of ladies of the very ultra go-ahead set. At this His +Highness seemed highly interested.</p> + +<p>"She certainly seems a very curious old person," +he laughed. "Fancies that she's but twenty-five, +and actually had the audacity to dance at Bismarck-Bohlen's. +Somebody was cruel enough to ask her +to sing a French <i>chansonnette</i>!"</p> + +<p>"Did she?" I inquired.</p> + +<p>"Of course. She put herself into a martial attitude, +and sang something about 'Le drapeau' of 'Jacques +Bonhomme,' as though we wished to know anything +about it. The man who suggested the song was +sorry."</p> + +<p>I laughed heartily. Sometimes the Crown-Prince +could be humorous, and it certainly must have been +distinctly quaint when, as a result of the joke played +upon the old Countess, she so completely turned the +tables upon the party by singing a song full of French +sentiment.</p> + +<p>That circumstance told me that she must be a +very clever old lady, even though she wore that tow-coloured +wig which sometimes on nights of merriment +got a trifle askew.</p> + +<p>Judge my great surprise, however, when, about +six weeks later, Frau von Alvensleben, the pretty +<i>Grande Maîtresse</i> of the Court of the Crown-Princess, +stopped me in one of the corridors of the Marmor +Palace and, drawing me aside, whispered:</p> + +<p>"I have news for you, my dear Count. We have a +new arrival at Court—Frau Yellow-Wig."</p> + +<p>I looked at her, for the moment puzzled. She saw +that I did not follow her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Countess von Kienitz—a friend of yours, I +believe."</p> + +<p>"Friend of mine!" I echoed. "I've only been to +her house three or four times, just in a crowd, and out +of curiosity."</p> + +<p>"<i>Oh, là là!</i> Well, she has told the Crown-Princess +that you are her friend, and, in brief, has entirely +fascinated Her Imperial Highness."</p> + +<p>I gasped. At what a pass we had arrived when +the Crown-Princess was receiving that old woman +whose reputation was of the gayest and most scandalous!</p> + +<p>What the <i>Grande Maîtresse</i> had told me was perfectly +correct, for three days later a dance was held, +and as I entered the room I saw amid that gay +assemblage the yellow-haired old widow of the long-forgotten +military hero wagging her lace fan and talking +quite familiarly with Her Imperial Highness. To +my utter amazement also, His Majesty the Emperor, +in the gay uniform of the 3rd Regiment of Uhlans +of Saxony—of whom he was chief, among a hundred-and-one +other high military distinctions—advanced +and smiled graciously upon her as she bowed as low +as rheumatism and old age allowed.</p> + +<p>The fascination which the ugly, shrill-voiced old +woman exercised over "Cilli" was quickly remarked, +and, of course, gossip became more rife than ever, +especially when, a week later, it was announced that +she had actually been appointed a lady-in-waiting.</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince, too, soon became on friendly +terms with her, and many times I saw them chatting +together as though exchanging confidences. Why?</p> + +<p>His Highness, usually so utterly piggish towards +ladies, given to snubbing even the highest-born in the +Empire, was always smiling and gracious towards her.</p> + +<p>"I can't make it out," declared Von Behr, the +Chamberlain <i>du service</i>, to me one day two months +later, while I was smoking with him in his room. +"The old woman has the most complete control over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +Her Highness. Because she was averse to the +journey, we are not going to Norway this year. +Besides, since her appointment she has succeeded in +plotting the dismissal of both Countess von Scheet-Plessen +and Countess von Brockdorff."</p> + +<p>"I know," I replied. I had been discussing it +only a few hours before with Major von Amsberg, +aide-de-camp of the Prince Eitel Frédéric, and he, too, +had expressed himself both mystified and disgusted +with the mysterious power exercised by the old woman +in the yellow wig. "It seems so extraordinary," I +went on, "that the Court should so utterly disregard +the woman's reputation."</p> + +<p>"Bah, my dear Heltzendorff!" laughed the +Chamberlain. "When a woman arrives at seventy +she has outlived all the peccadilloes of youth. And, +after all, the reputations of most of us here are +tarnished—more or less—eh?"</p> + +<p>His remarks were indeed true. Nevertheless, it +did not lessen the mystery of the appointment of the +little old Countess as a lady-in-waiting, nor did it +account for the strange influence which she held over +the Imperial pair.</p> + +<p>One evening I went to the Countess's house in the +Stulerstrasse to a dinner-party, at which there +were present the Crown-Prince, Admiral von Spee +from Kiel, and Von Ilberg, the Emperor's doctor, +together with the old Duke von Trachenberg, who held +the honorary and out-of-date office of grand cupbearer +to the Emperor, and the eternal "Uncle" +Zeppelin. With us were a number of ladies, including +their Serene Highnesses the Princess von Radolin +and the Duchess von Ratibor, both ladies of the Court +of the Kaiserin, and several others of the ultra-smart +set.</p> + +<p>After the meal there was a small dance, and about +midnight, after waltzing with a pretty girl, the +daughter of the Baron von Heintze-Weissenrode, we +strolled together into the fine winter garden with its<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +high palms, its plashing fountains, and its cunningly-secreted +electric lights.</p> + +<p>I was seated with her, chatting gaily, for we had +met in July at Stubbenkammer, on the island of +Rügen. She had been staying with her father at +Eichstadt's, in Nipmerow, and we had all three been +on some pleasant excursions along the Baltic coast, +with its picturesque beech woods, white cliffs, and +blue bays.</p> + +<p>We were recalling a delightful excursion up to +the Herthaburg, on the road to Sassnitz, that "altar +of sacrifice" which tradition connects with the +mysterious rites of the beautiful goddess Hertha, +mentioned by Tacitus, when suddenly we overheard +voices.</p> + +<p>Two persons were approaching somewhere behind +us, conversing in Italian—a man and a woman.</p> + +<p>"Hush!" I whispered mischievously. "Listen! +Do you know Italian?"</p> + +<p>"Alas! no," was her reply. "Do you?"</p> + +<p>I did not answer, for I had already recognized the +voices as those of our hostess and the Crown-Prince.</p> + +<p>Next moment, however, my companion's quick +ears caught that unmistakable squeaky voice.</p> + +<p>"Why, it's the Countess!" she exclaimed.</p> + +<p>I made no reply, but continued to recall that +glorious summer's day beside the blue Baltic, while +His Highness and the little old lady-in-waiting seated +themselves out of sight a short distance away, and +continued a very confidential discussion in an undertone +in the language in which, after German, I +happened perhaps to be most proficient.</p> + +<p>The pair were discussing somebody named Karl +Krahl, and the curious discussion was undoubtedly +regarding some evil intent.</p> + +<p>"I saw the Emperor to-day," declared the old +woman in her sibilant Italian, so that no one should +understand, for Italian is seldom spoken in Germany. +"His Majesty shares my views now, though he did<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +not do so at first. Indeed, I was very near being +dismissed in disgrace when I first broached the +affair. But, fortunately, he now knows the truth and +sees the advantage of—well, you know, eh?"</p> + +<p>"<i>Certo, Contessa</i>," replied the Crown-Prince, who +speaks Italian extremely well, though not with half +the fluency of his hostess. "I quite foresee the peril +and the force of your argument."</p> + +<p>"How shall we act?" asked the old woman. +"It remains for you to devise a plan. At any +moment matters may approach a crisis. One can +never account for the confidences exchanged by +those who love each other. And, remember, Krahl +is in love."</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince grunted, but as several couples +entered at that moment the pair suddenly broke off +their confidential chat, and, rising, went out together.</p> + +<p>Who was this Karl Krahl against whom some deep-laid +plot was levelled?</p> + +<p>I searched various directories, lists of persons +engaged in the Government offices in the Wilhelmstrasse, +the Leipzigerstrasse, and Unter den Linden; +I consulted the Director of Berlin Police, Von Jagow; +the well-known Detective Schunke, and Heinrich +Wesener, Assistant-Director of the Secret Service of +the General Staff; but nobody knew Karl Krahl. +There seemed to be no record of him anywhere.</p> + +<p>In October I went with the Crown-Prince and the +Emperor upon a round of ceremonial military inspections +to the garrisons in Silesia—namely, Breslau, +Leignitz, and Oppeln—and afterwards to Lübeck, +where we presented new colours to two regiments. +Thence, while the Emperor and his Staff returned +direct to Berlin, I accompanied His Imperial Highness +to Ballenstedt, the beautiful schloss in the Harz +Mountains. Here once or twice each season the +Crown-Prince's habit was to invite a few of his most +intimate chums to shoot in the forests of Stecklenberg +and the Lauenberg, and along that curious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +sandstone ridge known as the Teufelsmauer, or +"Devil's Wall."</p> + +<p>The sport was always excellent, especially about +the romantic district of Neue Schenke, near Suderode.</p> + +<p>The guns consisted of five well-known officers from +Berlin, together with Dr. Zeising, the Master-General +of Forests, and Lieut.-General von Oertzen, the fat +old Inspector-General of Cavalry. As usual, we all +had a most enjoyable time.</p> + +<p>On the third day, after a champagne luncheon +taken at the forester's little house at Neue Schenke, +we were about to resume our sport. Indeed, all the +guests had gone outside, preparing to go to their +allotted stations, when the head forester, a stalwart +man in green livery, entered, and, addressing the +Crown-Prince, said:</p> + +<p>"There is a man to see Your Imperial Highness, +and refuses to leave. He gives his name as Karl +Krahl."</p> + +<p>In an instant I pricked up my ears.</p> + +<p>His Highness's brows narrowed for a second, +which showed his annoyance, then, smiling affably, +so clever was he, like his Imperial father, in the +concealment of his real feelings—he replied:</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes—Krahl! I recollect. Yes, I will see +him here."</p> + +<p>Next moment the person whom I had heard discussed +so strangely in the little old woman's beautiful +winter garden was ushered in.</p> + +<p>He was dark-haired, aged about twenty-eight, I +judged, with small, shrewd black eyes, dressed in a +well-cut suit of grey country tweeds, and but for his +German name I should have taken him for an English +tourist, one of those familiar objects of the Harz in +peace time. His appearance instantly interested me, +the more so owing to the fact that he had come to +that remote spot and at that hour to pay a visit to +the Emperor's son.</p> + +<p>"Come in, Karl!" exclaimed the Crown-Prince<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +affably, as he grasped his visitor's hand. His Highness +did not often offer his manicured hand to others, +and at this I was, I admit, greatly surprised. "The +forester did not know you, of course. Well, I am +very pleased to see you. Have you come straight +here?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, your Highness. I went first to Berlin, and +learning that you were here I thought I had better +lose no time."</p> + +<p>"Quite right," laughed his Highness who, turning +to me, said: "Heltzendorff, will you tell the others +to go on—that I am detained for an hour on State +business, and—and that I will join them as soon as +possible. I will find you in the woods, on the left of +the Quedlinburg Road, before one comes to the +Wurmtal. Apologize for me, but the delay is +inevitable. I have a conference with Herr Krahl."</p> + +<p>While His Highness remained behind at the +forester's house to chat alone with the mysterious +Karl Krahl, we went out among the birds and had +some excellent sport. Yet the sight of that ferret-eyed +young man, whom I had long endeavoured in +vain to trace, caused me considerable wonderment. +Who was that young fellow in whom the little old +Countess seemed to take such deep and peculiar +interest? What was his offence that she, with the +Crown-Prince, should concoct, as it seemed to me, +such a plot as that I had partly overheard?</p> + +<p>That there was a woman in the case I felt assured, +but her name had not been mentioned, and I had no +suspicion of whom it could be. I realized, however, +that something important must be in progress, otherwise +His Highness, devoted to sport as he was, +would never have given up the best afternoon to +consult with that stranger in grey tweeds.</p> + +<p>The forester and beaters had come with us, as the +Crown-Prince had, at his own request, been left alone +with his mysterious visitor.</p> + +<p>After a couple of short beats we arrived at the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +spot on the forest road to Quedlinburg, a most +romantic and picturesque gorge, where His Highness +had arranged to meet us, and there we sat down and +waited. Both Von Oertzen and Dr. Zeising, being +unduly stout, had been puffed in coming up the +steep mountain side, and as we sat we gossiped, +though impatient to set forth again.</p> + +<p>A full half-hour had passed, yet the head forester, +who was keeping a look-out along the road, did not +signal His Highness's approach.</p> + +<p>"I wonder what can have detained him?" +remarked the Inspector-General of Cavalry.</p> + +<p>I explained that a strange young man had come +to the forester's house.</p> + +<p>"Well," laughed a smart young lieutenant of +Uhlans, "I could have understood the delay if it +had been a lady!"</p> + +<p>An hour went past. The light would soon fade, +and we, knowing "Willie's" utter disregard for his +appointments, at last decided to continue the shoot, +leaving one of the foresters to tell His Highness the +direction we had taken.</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince did not, however, join us, and +darkness had fallen ere we returned to the forester's +house. Of His Highness there was no sign, a fact +which much surprised us. In the room wherein I +had left him his gun and green Tyrolese hat were +lying upon a chair, and the fact that all the cars +were still ranged outside showed that he had not +driven back to the castle.</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince had disappeared!</p> + +<p>Knof, His Highness's chauffeur, who had been +walking with us, was sent back post-haste to the +schloss to ascertain whether he had been seen there, +for His Highness's movements were often most +erratic. We knew that if the whim took him he +would perhaps go off in an opposite direction, or +trudge back to the castle with utter disregard of our +natural anxiety.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> + +<p>Lights were lit, and we enjoyed cigars awaiting +Knof's return. In an hour he was back with the +news that nothing had been heard of His Highness. +Soon after we had left that morning, however, a +young man in a grey suit had called and seen the +major-domo, who had directed him where His Highness +might be found.</p> + +<p>Upon Eckardt—the commissary of police responsible +for His Highness's safety—the onus rested. +Yet, had he not been sent out with the party, as His +Highness had expressed to me a wish to be left alone +with the stranger, whose name I alone knew.</p> + +<p>While we were discussing the most judicious mode +of action—for I scented much mystery in this visit +of Karl Krahl—one of the party suddenly discovered, +lying upon the ledge of the window, a lady's small +and rather elegant handbag of black <i>moiré</i> silk.</p> + +<p>"Hulloa!" I cried when he held it up for inspection. +"This reveals to us one fact—a woman has +been here!"</p> + +<p>I opened the bag, and within found a small lawn +handkerchief with a coronet embroidered in its +corner, a tiny tortoise-shell mirror, and four one-hundred-mark +notes, but no clue whatever as to its +owner.</p> + +<p>The mystery was increasing hourly, but the gay +party, knowing "Willie's" susceptibility where the +fair sex were concerned, only laughed and declared +that His Highness would assuredly turn up before +the evening was over.</p> + +<p>Truth to tell, I did not like the situation. His +Highness's disappearance was now known to fifty +or so persons, beaters, and others, and I feared lest +it might get into the Berlin papers. With that +object I called them together and impressed upon +them that most complete silence must be maintained +regarding the affair.</p> + +<p>Then Knof drove me alone back to the schloss. +I wondered if His Highness, wishing to get away<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> +unobserved, returning in secret there, had left me a +written message in his room. He had done that on +one occasion before.</p> + +<p>I dashed up to the small, old-world room which by +day overlooked the romantic and picturesque valley, +but upon the table whereat I had been writing early +that morning there was nothing.</p> + +<p>As I turned to leave I heard a footstep, and next +instant saw the little deformed old Countess facing +me.</p> + +<p>Her appearance quite startled me. Apparently +she had just arrived, for she was in a dark blue bonnet +and warm travelling coat.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Count von Heltzendorff!" she cried in +that squeaky, high-pitched voice of hers. "Is His +Imperial Highness here? I must see him immediately."</p> + +<p>"No, Countess. His Imperial Highness is not +here," was my reply. "This afternoon he mysteriously +disappeared from the forester's lodge at +Neue Schenke, and we are unable to trace him."</p> + +<p>"Disappeared!" gasped the old lady, instantly +pale and agitated.</p> + +<p>"Yes," I said, looking her straight in the face.</p> + +<p>"Do you know whether he had a visitor to-day—a +young, dark-haired man?"</p> + +<p>"He had, Countess. A man called, and saw him. +At His Highness's request I left him alone with his +visitor at the forester's house. The man's name was +Karl Krahl."</p> + +<p>"How did you know his name?" she asked, +staring at me with an expression of distinct suspicion.</p> + +<p>"Because—well, because I happen to have learnt +it some time ago," I said. "And, further, on returning +to the house we found this little bag in the room +wherein I had left the Crown-Prince."</p> + +<p>"Why!—a lady's bag!" she exclaimed as I held +it out for inspection.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes," I said in a somewhat hard tone. "Do +you happen to recognize it?"</p> + +<p>"Me? Why?" asked the old woman.</p> + +<p>"Well, because I think it is your own property," +I said with a sarcastic smile. "I have some recollection +of having seen it in your hand!"</p> + +<p>She took it, examined it well, and then, with a +hollow, artificial laugh, declared:</p> + +<p>"It certainly is not mine. I once had a bag very +similar, but mine was not of such good quality."</p> + +<p>"Are you really quite certain, Countess?" I +demanded in a low, persuasive voice.</p> + +<p>"Quite," she declared, though I knew that she +was lying to me. "But why trouble about that +bag while there is a point much more important—the +safety and whereabouts of His Imperial Highness?" +she went on in a great state of agitation. +"Tell me, Count, exactly what occurred—as far as +you know."</p> + +<p>I recounted to her the facts just as you have +already written them down, and as I did so I watched +her thin, crafty old face, noticing upon it an expression +full of suspicion of myself. She was, I now +realized, undecided as to the exact extent of my +knowledge.</p> + +<p>"How did you know that the young man's name +was Krahl?" she asked eagerly. "You had perhaps +met him before—eh?"</p> + +<p>But to this leading question I maintained a sphinx-like +silence. That the little old woman who had so +unexpectedly become a lady-in-waiting was playing +some desperate double game I felt sure, but its exact +import was still an enigma.</p> + +<p>"In any case," she said, "would it not be as well +to return to the Neue Schenke and make search?"</p> + +<p>I smiled. Then, in order to let her know that I +was acquainted with Italian, the language she had +spoken on that well-remembered night in her own +conservatory, I exclaimed:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ahe! alle volte con gli occhi aperti si far dei +sogni." (Sometimes one can dream with one's eyes +open.)</p> + +<p>Her thin eyebrows narrowed, and with a shrug of +her shoulders the clever old woman replied:</p> + +<p>"Dal false bene viene il vero male." (From an +affected good feeling comes a real evil.)</p> + +<p>I realized at that moment that there was more +mystery in the affair than I had yet conceived. His +Imperial Highness was certainly missing, though the +female element of the affair had become eliminated by +my recognition of her own handbag. She, too, had +been in secret to the forester's house—but with what +object?</p> + +<p>Half an hour later we were back at the little house +in the forest.</p> + +<p>The guests had all returned to the castle, and only +Eckardt, the police commissary, remained, with the +forester and his underlings. Already search had +been made in the surrounding woods, but without +result. Of his Imperial Highness there was no trace.</p> + +<p>In the long room, with its pitch-pine walls, and lit +by oil lamps, the crafty old Countess closely questioned +Eckardt as to the result of his inquiries. But +the police official, who had become full of nervous +fear, declared that he had been sent off by His Highness, +and had not since found any trace of him. +He spoke of the little black silk bag, of course, and +attached great importance to it.</p> + +<p>Within half an hour we had reorganized the +beaters from the neighbourhood and, with lanterns, +set out again to examine some woods to the east +which had not been searched. About ten o'clock we +set forth, the Countess accompanying us and walking +well, notwithstanding her age, though I could see +that it was a fearful anxiety that kept her active. +To the men with us every inch of the mountain side +was familiar, and for hours we searched.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, not far away, a horn was blown, followed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +by loud shouts. Quickly we approached the spot, +and Eckardt and myself, as we came up, looked upon +a strange scene. Close to the trunk of a great beech +tree lay the form of the Crown-Prince, hatless, outstretched +upon his face.</p> + +<p>Instantly I bent, tore open his shooting jacket, +and to my great relief found that his heart was still +beating. He was, however, quite unconscious, +though there seemed no sign of a struggle. As he +had left his hat and gun in the house, it seemed that +he had gone forth only for a moment. And yet we +were quite a mile from the forester's house!</p> + +<p>The Countess had thrown herself upon her knees +and stroked his brow tenderly when I announced that +he was still living. By her actions I saw that she +was filled by some bitter self-reproach.</p> + +<p>With the lanterns shining around him—surely a +weird and remarkable scene which would, if described +by the journalists, have caused a great sensation in +Europe—the Crown-Prince was brought slowly back +to consciousness, until at last he sat up, dazed and +wondering.</p> + +<p>His first words to me were:</p> + +<p>"That fellow! Where is he? That—that glass +globe!"</p> + +<p>Glass globe! Surely His Highness's mind was +wandering.</p> + +<p>An hour later he was comfortably in bed in the +great old-world room in the castle, attended by a local +doctor—upon whom I set the seal of official silence—and +before dawn he had completely recovered.</p> + +<p>Yet, even to me, he declared that he retained +absolutely no knowledge of what had occurred.</p> + +<p>"I went out quickly, and I—well, I don't know +what happened," he told me soon after dawn, as he +lay in bed. Strangely enough, he made no mention +of the man, Karl Krahl.</p> + +<p>Later on he summoned the Countess von Kienitz, +and for twenty minutes or so he had an animated<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +discussion with her. Being outside the room, however, +I was unable to hear distinctly.</p> + +<p>Well, I succeeded, by bribes and threats, in hushing +up the whole affair and keeping it out of the papers, +while by those who knew of the incident it was soon +forgotten.</p> + +<p>I suppose it must have been fully three months +later when one evening, having taken some documents +over to the Emperor for signature at the Berlin +Schloss, I returned to the Prince's private room in +the Palace, when, to my great surprise, I found the +man Karl Krahl seated there. He looked very pale +and worn, quite unlike the rather athletic figure he +presented at the forester's house.</p> + +<p>"If you still refuse to tell me the truth, then I shall +take my own measures to find out—severe measures! +So I give you full warning," the Crown-Prince was +declaring angrily, as I entered so unexpectedly.</p> + +<p>I did not withdraw, pretending not to notice the +presence of a visitor, therefore His Highness himself +beckoned the young man, who followed him down +the corridor to another room.</p> + +<p>The whole affair was most puzzling. What had +happened on that afternoon in the Harz Mountains +I could not at all imagine. By what means had His +Highness been rendered unconscious, and what part +could the little old Countess have played in the curious +affair?</p> + +<p>In about half an hour the Crown-Prince returned +in a palpably bad humour, and, flinging himself +into his chair, wrote a long letter, which he addressed +to Countess von Kienitz. This he sealed carefully, +and ordered me to take it at once to the Stulerstrasse +and deliver it to her personally.</p> + +<p>"The Countess left for Stockholm this morning," +I was informed by the bearded manservant. "She +left by the eight o'clock train, and has already left +Sassnitz by now."</p> + +<p>"When do you expect her to return?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p> + +<p>The man did not know.</p> + +<p>On going back to His Highness and telling him of +the Countess's departure, he bit his lip and then +smiled grimly.</p> + +<p>"That infernal old woman has left Germany, and +will never again put her foot upon our soil, Heltzendorff," +he said. "You may open that letter. It +will explain something which I know must have +mystified you."</p> + +<p>I did so. And as I read what he had written I +held my breath. Truly, it did explain much.</p> + +<p>Imposing the strictest silence upon me, the Crown-Prince +then revealed how utterly he and the Crown-Princess +had been misled, and how very narrowly he +had escaped being the victim of a cunning plot to +effect his death.</p> + +<p>The little old Countess von Kienitz had, it seemed, +sworn to avenge the degradation and dismissal of her +son, who had been in the famous Death's Head +Hussars. She had secretly traced the Crown-Prince +as author of a subtle conspiracy against him, the +underlying motive being jealousy. With that end +in view she had slowly wormed her way into His +Highness's confidence, and introduced to him Karl +Krahl, a neurotic young Saxon who lived in London, +and who pretended he had unearthed a plot against +the Kaiser himself.</p> + +<p>"It was to tell me the truth concerning the conspiracy +that Krahl came to me in secret at Ballenstedt. +He remained with me for half an hour, when, +to my great surprise, we were joined by the Countess. +The story they told me of the plot against the Emperor +was a very alarming one, and I intended to return +at once to Berlin. The Countess had left to walk +back to the schloss, when presently we heard a +woman's scream—her voice—and we both went +forth to discover what was in progress. As I ran +along a little distance behind Krahl, suddenly what +seemed like a thin glass globe struck me in the chest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +and burst before my face. It had been thrown by an +unknown hand, and, on breaking, must have emitted +some poisonous gas which was intended to kill me, +but which happily failed. Until yesterday the whole +affair was a complete mystery, but Krahl has now +confessed that the Countess conceived the plot, and +that the hand that had thrown the glass bomb was +that of her son, who had concealed himself in the +bushes for that purpose."</p> + +<p>Though, of course, I hastened to congratulate His +Highness upon his fortunate escape, yet I now often +wonder whether, if the plot had succeeded, the +present world-conflict would ever have occurred.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_SEVEN" id="SECRET_NUMBER_SEVEN"></a>SECRET NUMBER SEVEN</h2> +<h3>THE BRITISH GIRL WHO BAULKED THE KAISER</h3> + + +<p>"How completely we have put to sleep these +very dear cousins of ours, the British!" +His Imperial Highness the Crown-Prince made this +remark to me as he sat in the corner of a first-class +compartment of an express that had ten minutes +before left Paddington Station for the West of England—that +much-advertised train known as the +Cornish-Riviera Express.</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince, though not generally known, +frequently visited England and Scotland incognito, +usually travelling as Count von Grünau, and we were +upon one of these flying visits on that bright summer's +morning as the express tore through your delightful +English scenery of the Thames Valley, with the first +stopping-place at Plymouth, our destination.</p> + +<p>The real reason for the visit of my young hotheaded +Imperial Master was concealed from me.</p> + +<p>Four days before he had dashed into my room at +the Marmor Palace at Potsdam greatly excited. He<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +had been with the Emperor in Berlin all the morning, +and had motored back with all speed. Something had +occurred, but what it was I failed to discern. He +carried some papers in the pocket of his military +tunic. From their colour I saw that they were secret +reports—those documents prepared solely for the eyes +of the Kaiser and those of his precious son.</p> + +<p>He took a big linen-lined envelope and, placing +the papers in it, carefully sealed it with wax.</p> + +<p>"We are going to London, Heltzendorff. Put that +in your dispatch-box. I may want it when we are +in England."</p> + +<p>"To London—when?" I asked, much surprised +at the suddenness of our journey, because I knew +that we were due at Weimar in two days' time.</p> + +<p>"We leave at six o'clock this evening," was the +Crown-Prince's reply. "Koehler has ordered the +saloon to be attached to the Hook of Holland train. +Hardt has already left Berlin to engage rooms for +us at the 'Ritz,' in London."</p> + +<p>"And the suite?" I asked, for it was one of my +duties to arrange who travelled with His Imperial +Highness.</p> + +<p>"Oh! we'll leave Eckardt at home," he said, for +he always hated the surveillance of the Commissioner +of Secret Police. "We shall only want Schuler, my +valet, and Knof."</p> + +<p>We never travelled anywhere without Knof, the +chauffeur, who was an impudent, arrogant young +man, intensely disliked by everyone.</p> + +<p>And so it was that the four of us duly landed at +Harwich and travelled to London, our identity unknown +to the jostling crowd of Cook's tourists returning +from their annual holiday on the Continent.</p> + +<p>At the "Ritz," too, though we took our meals in +the restaurant, that great square white room overlooking +the Park, "Willie" was not recognized, +because all photographs of him show him in elegant +uniform. In a tweed suit, or in evening clothes, he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> +presents an unhealthy, weedy and somewhat insignificant +figure, save for those slant animal eyes of his +which are always so striking in his every mood.</p> + +<p>His Imperial Highness had been on the previous +day to Carlton House Terrace to a luncheon given +by the Ambassador's wife, but to which nobody was +invited but the Embassy staff.</p> + +<p>And that afternoon in the great dining-room, in +full view of St. James's Park and Whitehall, the toast +of "The Day" was drunk enthusiastically—the +day of Great Britain's intended downfall.</p> + +<p>That same evening an Imperial courier arrived from +Berlin and called at the "Ritz," where, on being +shown into the Crown-Prince's sitting-room, he handed +His Highness a sealed letter from his wife.</p> + +<p>"Willie," on reading it, became very grave. +Then, striking a match, he lit it, and held it until +it was consumed. There was a second letter—which +I saw was from the Emperor. This he also read, +and then gave vent to an expression of impatience. +For a few minutes he reflected, and it was then he +announced that we must go to Plymouth next day.</p> + +<p>On arrival there we went to the Royal Hotel, where +the Crown-Prince registered as Mr. Richter, engaging +a private suite of rooms for himself and his secretary, +myself. For three days we remained there, taking +motor runs to Dartmoor, and also down into Cornwall, +until on the morning of the fourth day the +Crown-Prince suddenly said:</p> + +<p>"I shall probably have a visitor this morning about +eleven o'clock—a young lady named King. Tell +them at the bureau to send her up to my sitting-room."</p> + +<p>At the time appointed the lady came. I received +her in the lobby of the self-contained flat, and found +her to be about twenty-four, well-dressed, fair-haired +and extremely good-looking. Knowing the Crown-Prince's +<i>penchant</i> for the petticoat, I saw at once the +reason of our journey down to Plymouth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p> + +<p>Miss King, I learned, was an English girl who some +years previously had gone to America with her +people, and by the heavy travelling coat and close-fitting +hat she wore I concluded that she had just +come off one of the incoming American liners.</p> + +<p>One thing which struck me as I looked at her was +the brooch she wore. It was a natural butterfly of +a rare tropical variety, with bright golden wings, +the delicate sheen of which was protected by small +plates of crystal—one of the most charming ornaments +I had ever seen.</p> + +<p>As I ushered her in she greeted the Crown-Prince +as "Mr. Richter," being apparently entirely unaware +of his real identity. I concluded that she was somebody +whom His Highness had met in Germany, and +to whom he had been introduced under his assumed +name.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Miss King!" he exclaimed pleasantly in his +excellent English, shaking hands with her. "Your +boat should have been in yesterday. I fear you +encountered bad weather—eh?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, rather," replied the girl. "But it did not +trouble me much. We had almost constant gales +ever since we left New York," she laughed brightly. +She appeared to be quite a charming little person. +But his fast-living Highness was perhaps one of the +best judges of a pretty face in all Europe, and I now +realized why we had travelled all the way from +Potsdam to Plymouth.</p> + +<p>"Heltzendorff, would you please bring me that +sealed packet from your dispatch-box?" he asked, +suddenly turning to me.</p> + +<p>The sealed packet! I had forgotten all about it +ever since he had handed it me at the door of the +Marmor Palace. I knew that it contained some +secret reports prepared for the eye of the Emperor. +The latter had no doubt seen them, for the Crown-Prince +had brought them with him from Berlin.</p> + +<p>As ordered, I took the packet into the room where<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +His Highness sat with his fair visitor, and then I +retired and closed the door.</p> + +<p>Hotel doors are never very heavy, as a rule, therefore +I was able to hear conversation, but unfortunately +few words were distinct. The interview had +lasted nearly half an hour. Finding that I could +hear nothing, I contented myself in reading the +paper and holding myself in readiness should "Mr. +Richter" want me.</p> + +<p>Of a sudden I heard His Highness's voice raised +in anger, that shrill, high-pitched note which is +peculiar both to the Emperor and to his son when +they are unusually annoyed.</p> + +<p>"But I tell you, Miss King, there is no other +way," I heard him shout. "It can be done quite +easily, and nobody can possibly know."</p> + +<p>"Never!" cried the girl. "What would people +think of me?"</p> + +<p>"You wish to save your brother," he said. +"Very well, I have shown you how you can effect +this. And I will help you if you agree to the terms—if +you will find out what I want to know."</p> + +<p>"I can't!" cried the girl, in evident distress. +"I really can't! It would be dishonest—criminal!"</p> + +<p>"Bah! my dear girl, you are looking at the affair +from far too high a standpoint," replied the man +she knew as Richter. "It is a mere matter of business. +You ask me to assist you to save your brother, +and I have simply stated my terms. Surely you +would not think that I should travel from Berlin +here to Plymouth in order to meet you if I were not +ready and eager to help you?"</p> + +<p>"I must ask my father. I can speak to him in +confidence."</p> + +<p>"Your father!" shrieked Mr. Richter in alarm. +"By no means. Why, you must not breathe a +single word to him. This affair is a strict secret +between us. Please understand that." Then, after +a pause, he asked in a lower and more serious voice:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Your brother is, I quite admit, in direst peril, +and you alone can save him. Now, what is your +decision?"</p> + +<p>The girl's reply was in a tone too low for me to +overhear. Its tenor, however, was quickly apparent +from the Crown-Prince's words:</p> + +<p>"You refuse! Very well, then, I cannot assist +you. I regret, Miss King, that you have had your +journey to England for nothing."</p> + +<p>"But won't you help me, Mr. Richter?" cried the +girl appealingly. "Do, do, Mr. Richter!"</p> + +<p>"No," was his cold answer. "I will, however, +give you opportunity to reconsider your decision. +You are, no doubt, going to London. So am I. +You will meet me in the hall of the Carlton Hotel at +seven o'clock on Thursday evening, and we will dine +together."</p> + +<p>"But I can't—I really can't do as you wish. +You surely will not compel me to—to commit a +crime!"</p> + +<p>"Hush!" he cried. "I have shown you these +papers, and you know my instructions. Remember +that your father must know nothing. Nobody +must suspect, or you will find yourself in equal peril +with your brother."</p> + +<p>"You—you are cruel!" sobbed the girl. "Horribly +cruel!"</p> + +<p>"No, no," he said cheerfully. "Don't cry, please. +Think it all over, Miss King, and meet me in London +on Thursday night."</p> + +<p>After listening to the appointment I discreetly +withdrew into the corridor on pretence of summoning +a waiter, and when I returned the pretty English +girl was taking leave of "Mr. Richter."</p> + +<p>Her blue eyes betrayed traces of emotion, and she +was, I saw, very pale, her bearing quite unlike her +attitude when she had entered there.</p> + +<p>"Well, good-bye, Miss King," said His Highness, +grasping her hand. "It was really awfully good<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +of you to call. We shall meet again very soon—eh? +Good-bye."</p> + +<p>Then, turning to me, he asked me to conduct +her out.</p> + +<p>I walked by her side along the corridor and down +the stairs, but as we went along she suddenly turned +to me, remarking:</p> + +<p>"I wonder if all men are alike?"</p> + +<p>"Alike, why?" I asked, surprised.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Richter—ah! he has a heart of stone," she +declared. "My poor brother!" she added, in a +voice broken in emotion. "I have travelled from +America in order to try and save him ere it is too +late."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Richter is your friend—eh?" I asked as we +descended.</p> + +<p>"Yes. I met him at Frankenhausen two years +ago. I had gone there with my father to visit the +Barbarossa Cavern."</p> + +<p>"Then you have lived in Germany?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, for several years."</p> + +<p>By this time we were at the door of the hotel, +and I bowed to her as she smiled sadly and, wishing +me adieu, passed out into the street.</p> + +<p>On returning to the Crown-Prince, I found him in +a decidedly savage mood. He was pacing the floor +impatiently, muttering angrily to himself, for it was +apparent that some deeply-laid plan of his was being +thwarted by the girl's refusal to conform to his +wishes and obtain certain information he was seeking.</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince, when in a foreign country, was +never idle. His energy was such that he was ever +on the move, with eyes and ears always open to +learn whatever he could. Hence it was at two +o'clock that afternoon Knof brought round a big +grey open car, and in it I sat beside the Emperor's +son while we were driven around the defences of +Plymouth, just as on previous occasions we had +inspected those of Portsmouth and of Dover.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p> + +<p>On the following Thursday evening we had returned +to London, and the Crown-Prince, without telling me +where he was going, left the Ritz Hotel, merely explaining +that he might not be back till midnight. +It was on that occasion, my dear Le Queux, you will +remember, that I dined with you at the Devonshire +Club, and we afterwards spent a pleasant evening +together at the "Empire."</p> + +<p>I merely told you that His Highness was out at +dinner with a friend. You were, naturally, inquisitive, +but I did not satisfy your curiosity. +Secrecy was my duty.</p> + +<p>On returning to the hotel I found the Crown-Prince +arranging with Knof a motor run along the Surrey +hills on the following day. He had a large map +spread before him—a German military map, the +curious marks upon which would have no doubt +astonished any of your War Office officials. The map +indicated certain spots which had been secretly +prepared by Germany in view of the projected +invasion.</p> + +<p>To those spots we motored on the following day. +His Imperial Highness, at the instigation of the Emperor, +actually made a tour of inspection of those +cunningly-concealed points of vantage which the +Imperial General Staff had, with their marvellous +forethought and bold enterprise, already prepared +right beneath the very nose of the sleeping British lion.</p> + +<p>From the Crown-Prince's jaunty manner and good +spirits I felt assured that by the subtle persuasive +powers he possessed towards women—nearly all of +whom admired his corseted figure and his gay nonchalance—he +had brought the mysterious Miss King +into line with his own cunningly-conceived plans—whatever +they might be.</p> + +<p>We lunched at the Burford Bridge Hotel, that +pretty old-fashioned house beneath Box Hill, not +far from Dorking.</p> + +<p>After our meal in the long public room, newly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +built as an annexe, we strolled into the grounds +for a smoke.</p> + +<p>"Well, Heltzendorff," he said presently, as we +strolled together along the gravelled walks, "we will +return to the Continent to-morrow. Our visit has +not been altogether abortive. We will remain a few +days in Ostend, before we return to Potsdam."</p> + +<p>Next afternoon we had taken up our quarters at +a small but very select hotel on the Digue at Ostend, +a place called the "Beau Séjour." It was patronized +by old-fashioned folk, and "Herr Richter" was well +known there. There may have been some who suspected +that Richter was not the visitor's real name, +but they were few, and it always surprised me how +well the Crown-Prince succeeded in preserving his +incognito—though, of course, the authorities knew +of the Imperial visit.</p> + +<p>Whenever "Willie" went to Ostend his conduct +became anything but that of the exemplary husband. +Ostend in the season was assuredly a gay place, and +the Crown-Prince had a small and select coterie of +friends there who drank, gambled and enjoyed themselves +even more than they did at Nice in winter.</p> + +<p>But his mind was always obsessed by the coming +war. Indeed, on that very evening of our arrival, as +we strolled along the gaily-illuminated Digue towards +the big, bright Kursaal, he turned to me suddenly +and said:</p> + +<p>"When the hour comes, and Prussia in her greatness +strikes them, this place will soon become German +territory. I shall make that building yonder +my headquarters," and he jerked his thumb in the +direction of the summer palace of the King of the +Belgians.</p> + +<p>The following day, about three o'clock, while the +Crown-Prince was carelessly going through some +letters brought by courier from Potsdam, a waiter +came to me with a message that a Miss King desired +to see Mr. Richter.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> + +<p>In surprise I received her, welcoming her to Ostend. +From the neat dress of the pretty English girl I concluded +that she had just crossed from Dover, and +she seemed most anxious to see His Highness. I +noted, too, that she still wore the beautiful golden +butterfly.</p> + +<p>When I entered his room to announce her his slant +brows knit, and his thin lips compressed.</p> + +<p>"H'm! More trouble for us, Heltzendorff, I +suppose!" he whispered beneath his breath. "Very +well, show her in."</p> + +<p>The fair visitor was in the room for a long time—indeed, +for over an hour. Their voices were raised, +and now and then, curiously enough, I received the +impression that, whatever might have been the argument, +the pretty girl had gained her own point, for +when she came out she smiled at me in triumph, and +walked straight forth and down the stairs.</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince threw himself into a big arm-chair +in undisguised dissatisfaction. Towards me he +never wore a mask, though, like his father, he invariably +did so in the presence of strangers.</p> + +<p>"Those accursed women!" he cried. "Ah! +Heltzendorff, when a woman is in love she will defy +even Satan himself! And yet they are fools, these +women, for they are in ignorance of the irresistible +power of our Imperial house. The enemies of the +Hohenzollerns are as a cloud of gnats on a summer's +night. The dew comes, and they are no more. It +is a pity," he added, with a sigh of regret. "But +those who are either conscientious or defiant must +suffer. Has not one of our greatest German philosophers +written: 'It is no use breathing against the +wind'?"</p> + +<p>"True," I said. Then, hoping to learn something +further, I added: "Surely it is a nuisance to be +followed and worried by that little English girl!"</p> + +<p>"Worried! Yes. You are quite right, my dear +Heltzendorff," he said. "But I do not mind worry,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +if it is in the interests of Prussia, and of our House +of Hohenzollern. I admit the girl, though distinctly +pretty, is a most irritating person. She does not +appeal to me, but I am compelled to humour her, +because I have a certain object in view."</p> + +<p>I could not go further, or I might have betrayed +the knowledge I had gained by eavesdropping.</p> + +<p>"I was surprised that she should turn up here, in +Ostend," I said.</p> + +<p>"I had written to her. I expected her."</p> + +<p>"She does not know your real rank or station?"</p> + +<p>"No. To her I am merely Herr Emil Richter, +whom she first met away in the country. She was a +tourist, and I was Captain Emil Richter, of the +Prussian Guards. We met while you were away on +holiday at Vienna."</p> + +<p>I was anxious to learn something about Miss +King's brother, but "Willie" was generally discreet, +and at that moment unusually so. One fact was +plain, however, that some secret report presented +to the Emperor had been shown to her. Why? I +wondered if His Highness had been successful in +coercing her into acting as he desired.</p> + +<p>Certainly the girl's attitude as she had left the +hotel went to show that, in the contest, she had +won by her woman's keen wit and foresight. I recollected, +too, that she was British.</p> + +<p>A fortnight afterwards we were back again at +Potsdam.</p> + +<p>About three months passed. The Crown-Prince +had accompanied the Emperor to shoot on the +Glatzer Gebirge, that wild mountainous district +beyond Breslau. For a week we had been staying +at a great, high-up, prison-like schloss, the ancestral +home of Prince Ludwig Lichtenau, in the Wölfelsgrund.</p> + +<p>The Emperor and his suite had left, and our host +had been suddenly called to Berlin by telegram, his +daughter having been taken ill. Therefore, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +Crown-Prince and we of the suite had remained for +some further sport.</p> + +<p>On the day after the Emperor's departure I spent +the afternoon in a small panelled room which overlooked +a deep mountain gorge, and which had been +given up to me for work. I was busy with correspondence +when the courier from Potsdam entered +and gave me the battered leather pouch containing +the Crown-Prince's letters. Having unlocked it +with my key, I found among the correspondence a +small square packet addressed to His Imperial Highness, +and marked "Private."</p> + +<p>Now, fearing bombs or attempts by other means +upon his son's precious life, the Emperor had +commanded me always to open packets addressed +to him. This one, however, being marked "Private," +and, moreover, the inscription being in a +feminine hand, I decided to await His Highness's +return.</p> + +<p>When at last he came in, wet and very muddy after +a long day's sport, I showed him the packet. With +a careless air he said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, open it, Heltzendorff. Open all packets, +whether marked private or not."</p> + +<p>I obeyed, and to my surprise found within the +paper a small leather-covered jewel-case, in which, +reposing upon a bed of dark blue velvet, was the +beautiful ornament which I had admired at the +throat of the fair-haired British girl—the golden +butterfly.</p> + +<p>I handed it to His Highness just as he was taking +a cigarette from the box on a side table.</p> + +<p>The sight of it electrified him! He held his breath, +standing for a few seconds staring wildly at it as +though he were gazing upon some hideous spectre, +sight of which had frozen his senses.</p> + +<p>He stood rigid, his thin countenance as white as +paper.</p> + +<p>"When did that arrive?" he managed to ask,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +though in a hoarse voice, which showed how completely +sight of it had upset him.</p> + +<p>"This afternoon. It was in the courier's pouch +from Potsdam."</p> + +<p>He had grasped the back of a chair as though +to steady himself, and for a few seconds stood there, +with his left hand clapped over his eyes, endeavouring +to collect his thoughts.</p> + +<p>He seemed highly nervous, and at the same time +extremely puzzled. Receipt of that unique and +beautiful brooch was, I saw, some sign, but of its +real significance I remained in entire ignorance.</p> + +<p>That it had a serious meaning I quickly realized, +for within half an hour the Crown-Prince and myself +were in the train on our two-hundred-mile journey +back to Berlin.</p> + +<p>On arrival His Imperial Highness drove straight +to the Berlin Schloss, and there had a long interview +with the Emperor. At last I was called into the +familiar pale-green room, the Kaiser's private +cabinet, and at once saw that something untoward +had occurred.</p> + +<p>The Emperor's face was dark and thoughtful. +Yet another of the black plots of the Hohenzollerns +was in process of being carried out! Of that I felt +only too confident. The Crown-Prince, in his badly-creased +uniform, betraying a long journey—so unlike +his usual spick-and-span appearance—stood nervously +by as the Kaiser threw himself into his writing-chair +with a deep grunt and distinctly evil grace.</p> + +<p>"I suppose it must be done," he growled viciously +to his son. "Did I not foresee that the girl would +constitute a serious menace? When she was in +Germany she might easily have been arrested upon +some charge and her mouth closed. Bah! our +political police service grows worse and worse. We +will have it entirely reorganized. The Director, +Laubach, is far too sentimental, far too chicken-hearted."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p> + +<p>As he spoke he took up his pen and commenced to +write rapidly, drawing a deep breath as his quill +scratched upon the paper.</p> + +<p>"You realize," he exclaimed angrily to his son, +taking no notice of my presence there, because I was +part and parcel of the great machinery of the Court, +"you realize what this order means?" he added, as +he appended his signature. "It is a blow struck +against our cause—struck by a mere slip of a girl. +Think, if the truth came out! Why, all our propaganda +in the United States and Britain would be +nullified in a single day, and the 'good relations' we +are now extending on every hand throughout the +world in order to mislead our enemies would be +exposed in all their true meaning. We cannot afford +that. It would be far cheaper to pay twenty million +marks—the annual cost of the whole propaganda in +America—than to allow the truth to be known."</p> + +<p>Suddenly the Crown-Prince's face brightened, as +though he had had some sudden inspiration.</p> + +<p>"The truth will not be known, I promise you," he +said, with a strange, evil grin. I knew that +expression. It meant that he had devised some fresh +and devilish plan. "The girl is defiant to-day, but +she will not remain so long. I will take your order, +but I may not have occasion to put it in force."</p> + +<p>"Ah! You have perhaps devised something—eh? +I hope so," said the Emperor. "You are +usually ingenious in a crisis. Good! Here is the +order; act just as you think fit."</p> + +<p>"I was summoned, Your Majesty," I said, in order +to remind him of my presence there.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Yes. You know this Miss King, do you +not?"</p> + +<p>"I received her in Plymouth," was my reply.</p> + +<p>"Ah! then you will again recognize her. Probably +your services may be very urgently required +within the next few hours. You may go," and His +Majesty curtly dismissed me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p> + +<p>I waited in the corridor until His Imperial Highness +came forth. When he did so he looked flushed and +seemed agitated.</p> + +<p>There had, I knew, occurred a violent scene between +father and son, for to me it seemed as though +"Willie" had again fallen beneath the influence of +a pretty face.</p> + +<p>He drove me in the big Mercédès over to Potsdam, +where I had a quantity of military documents awaiting +attention, and, after a change of clothes, I tackled +them.</p> + +<p>Yet my mind kept constantly reverting to the +mystery surrounding the golden butterfly.</p> + +<p>After dinner that night I returned again to my +workroom, when, upon my blotting-pad, I found a +note addressed to me in the Crown-Prince's sprawling +hand.</p> + +<p>Opening it, I found that he had scribbled this +message:</p> + +<blockquote><p>"<i>I have left. Tell Eckardt not to trouble. Come +alone, and meet me to-morrow night at the Palast Hotel, +in Hamburg. I shall call at seven o'clock and ask for +Herr Richter. I shall also use that name. Tell nobody +of my journey, not even the Crown-Princess. Explain +that I have gone to Berlin.</i>—<span class="smcap">Wilhelm, Kronprinz.</span>"</p></blockquote> + +<p>I read the note through a second time, and then +burned it.</p> + +<p>Next day I arrived at the Palast Hotel, facing the +Binnenalster, in Hamburg, giving my name as Herr +Richter.</p> + +<p>At seven o'clock I awaited His Highness. Eight +o'clock came—nine—ten—even eleven—midnight, +but, though I sat in the private room I had engaged, +no visitor arrived.</p> + +<p>Just after twelve, however, a waiter brought up +a note addressed to Herr Richter.</p> + +<p>Believing it to be meant for me, I opened it. To +my great surprise, I found that it was from the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> +mysterious Miss King, and evidently intended for +the Crown-Prince. It said:</p> + +<blockquote><p>"<i>My brother was released from the Altona Prison this +evening—I presume, owing to your intervention—and +we are now both safely on our way across to Harwich. +You have evidently discovered at last that I am not the +helpless girl you believed me to be. When your German +police arrested my brother Walter in Bremen as a spy of +Britain I think you will admit that they acted very +injudiciously, in face of all that my brother and myself +know to-day. At Plymouth you demanded, as the price +of Walter's liberty, that I should become attached to your +secret service in America and betray the man who +adopted me and brought me up as his own daughter. +But you never dreamed the extent of my knowledge of +your country's vile intrigues; you did not know that, +through my brother and the man who adopted me as his +daughter, I know the full extent of your subtle propaganda. +You were, I admit, extremely clever, Herr +Richter, and I confess that I was quite charmed when +you sent me, as souvenir, that golden butterfly to the hotel +in Frankenhausen—that pretty ornament which I +returned to you as a mark of my refusal and defiance +of the conditions you imposed upon me for the release +of my brother from the sentence of fifteen years in a +fortress. This time, Herr Richter, a woman wins! +Further, I warn you that if you attempt any reprisal +my brother will at once expose Germany's machinations +abroad. He has, I assure you, many good friends, both +in Britain and America. Therefore if you desire silence +you will make no effort to trace me further. At Frankenhausen +you called me 'the golden-haired butterfly,' but +you regarded me merely as a moth! Adieu!</i>"</p></blockquote> + +<p>Twelve hours later I handed that letter to the +Crown-Prince in Potsdam. Where he had been in the +meantime I did not know. He read it through; +then, with a fierce curse upon his thin, curled lips, +he crushed it in his hand and tossed it into the fire.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_EIGHT" id="SECRET_NUMBER_EIGHT"></a>SECRET NUMBER EIGHT</h2> +<h3>HOW THE CROWN-PRINCE WAS BLACKMAILED</h3> + + +<p>The Crown-Prince had accompanied the Emperor +on board the <i>Hohenzollern</i> on his annual +cruise up the Norwegian fjords, and the Kaiserin and +the Crown-Princess were of the party.</p> + +<p>I had been left at home because I had not been +feeling well, and with relief had gone south to the +Lake of Garda, taking up my quarters in that long, +white hotel which faces the blue lake at Gardone-Riviera. +A truly beautiful spot, where the gardens +of the hotel run down to the lake's edge, with a long +veranda covered with trailing roses and geraniums, +peaceful indeed after the turmoil and glitter of our +Court life in Germany.</p> + +<p>One morning at luncheon, however, just as I had +seated myself at my table set in the window overlooking +the sunlit waters, a tall, rather thin-faced, +bald-headed man entered, accompanied by an +extremely pretty girl, with very fair hair and eyes of +an unusual, child-like blue. The man I judged to be +about fifty-five, whose blotchy face marked him as +one addicted to strong liquors, and whose dress and +bearing proclaimed him to be something of a roué. +He walked jauntily to the empty table next mine, +while his companion stared vacantly about her as she +followed him to the place which the obsequious +<i>maître d'hôtel</i> had indicated.</p> + +<p>The stranger's eyes were dark, penetrating, and +shifty, while there was something about the young +girl's demeanour that aroused my interest. Her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> +face, undeniably beautiful, was marred by a stare of +complete vacancy. She glanced at me, but I saw that +she did not see. It was as though her thoughts were +far away, or else that she was under the spell of some +weird fascination.</p> + +<p>That strange, blank expression in her countenance +caused me to watch her. On the one hand, the man +had all the appearance of a person who had run the +whole gamut of the vices; while the fair-haired, +blue-eyed girl was the very incarnation of maiden +innocence.</p> + +<p>Perhaps it was because I kept my eyes upon her +that the dark-eyed man knit his brows and stared at +me in defiance. Instinctively I did not like the +fellow, for as they started their meal I saw plainly +the rough, almost uncouth, manner in which he +treated her.</p> + +<p>At first I believed that they might be father and +daughter, but this suggestion was negatived when, on +inquiry at the bureau, I was told that the man was +Martinez Aranda, of Seville, and that his companion +was his niece, Lola Serrano.</p> + +<p>The latter always appeared exquisitely dressed, +and the gay young men, Italian officers and others, +were all eager to make her acquaintance. Yet it +seemed to me that the man Aranda forbade her to +speak to anyone. Indeed, I watched the pair closely +during the days following, and could plainly discern +that the girl went in mortal fear of him.</p> + +<p>On the third day, while walking along the terrace +facing the lake, I came across the Spaniard, who, in +affable mood, started a conversation, and as we +leaned upon the stone balustrade, smoking and gossiping, +the pretty girl with hair so fair even though she +were a Southerner came up, and I was introduced.</p> + +<p>She wore a cool white linen gown, a big sun-hat, and +carried a pale blue sunshade. But my eye, expert +where a woman's gown is concerned, told me that +that linen frock was the creation of one of the Paris<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +men-dressmakers, whose lowest charge for such a +garment is one thousand francs. Aranda and his +pretty niece were certainly persons of considerable +means.</p> + +<p>"How very beautiful the lake always appears at +any hour!" the girl exclaimed in French after her +uncle had exchanged cards with me. "Truly Italy +is delightful."</p> + +<p>"Ah, Mademoiselle," I replied. "But your +brilliant Spain is ever attractive."</p> + +<p>"You know Spain?" inquired the bald-headed +man at once.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know Spain, but only as a spring visitor," +was my reply.</p> + +<p>And from that conversation there grew in a few +days quite an affable friendship. We went together +on excursions, all three of us, once by the steamer up +to Riva, where on landing and passing through the +Customs we sat at the café and sipped that delicious +coffee topped by a foam of cream, the same as one +got at the "Bristol" in Vienna, or the "Hungaria" +in Budapest. Then at evening, while the pretty Lola +gossiped with a weedy old Italian Marchioness, whose +acquaintance she had made, her uncle played billiards +with me, and he was no bad player either!</p> + +<p>As soon as the Spaniard learnt of my position as +personal-adjutant of His Imperial Highness the Crown-Prince +he became immediately interested, as most +people were, and plied me with all sorts of questions +regarding the truth of certain scandals that were at +the moment afloat concerning "Willie." As you +know, I am usually pretty discreet. Therefore, I +do not think that he learned very much from me.</p> + +<p>We were alone in the billiard-room, having a game +after luncheon one day, when a curious conversation +took place.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Count! You must have a very intimate +knowledge of life at the Berlin Court," he remarked +quite suddenly, in French.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes. But it is a strenuous life, I assure you," I +declared, laughing.</p> + +<p>"The Crown-Prince sometimes goes abroad incognito," +he said, pausing and looking me straight in +the face.</p> + +<p>"Yes—sometimes," I admitted.</p> + +<p>"He was in Rome in the first week of last December. +He disappeared from Potsdam, and the +Emperor and yourself were extremely anxious as to +what had become of him. He had gone to Berlin +alone, without any attendant, and completely disappeared. +Yet, while you were all making secret +inquiries, and fearing lest the truth should leak out +to the Press, His Imperial Highness was living as +plain Herr Wilhelm Nebelthau in an apartment at +Number Seventeen, Lungtevere Mellini. Isn't that +so?"</p> + +<p>I stared agape at the Spaniard.</p> + +<p>I thought myself the only person who knew that +fact—a fact which the Crown-Prince had revealed to +me in the strictest secrecy.</p> + +<p>Could this man Martinez Aranda be an agent of +police? Yet that seemed quite impossible.</p> + +<p>"You appear to have a more intimate knowledge +of His Highness's movements than I have myself," I +replied, utterly amazed at the extent of the man's +information.</p> + +<p>His dark, sallow face relaxed into a mysterious +smile, and he bent to make another stroke without +replying.</p> + +<p>"His Highness should be very careful in the concealment +of his movements when he is incognito," he +remarked presently.</p> + +<p>"You met him there, eh?" I asked, eager to ascertain +the truth, for that secret visit to Rome had been +a most mysterious one, even to me.</p> + +<p>"I do not think I need reply to that question," he +said. "All I can say is that the Crown-Prince kept +rather queer company on that occasion."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p> + +<p>Those words only served to confirm my suspicions. +Whenever "Willie" disappeared alone from Potsdam +I could afterwards always trace the disappearance to +his <i>penchant</i> for the eternal feminine. How often, +indeed, had I been present at scenes between the +Crown-Princess and her husband, and how often I +had heard the Emperor storm at his son in that high-pitched +voice so peculiar to the Hohenzollerns when +unduly excited.</p> + +<p>The subject soon dropped, but his statements filled +me with apprehension. It was quite plain that this +well-dressed, bald-headed Spaniard was in possession +of some secret of the Crown-Prince's, a secret which +had not been revealed to me.</p> + +<p>More than once in the course of the next few days, +when we were alone together, I endeavoured to learn +something of the nature of the secret which took his +Highness to the Eternal City, but Aranda was very +clever and discreet. In addition, the attitude of the +girl Lola became more than ever strange. There was +a blank look in those big, beautiful eyes of hers that +betrayed something abnormal. But what it was I +failed to decide.</p> + +<p>One evening after dinner I saw her walking alone +in the moonlight along the terrace by the lake, and +joined her. So preoccupied she seemed that she +scarcely replied to my remarks. Then suddenly she +halted, and as though unable to restrain her feelings +longer I heard a low sob escape her.</p> + +<p>"Mademoiselle, what is the matter?" I asked in +French. "Tell me."</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing, Monsieur, nothing," she declared +in a low, broken voice. "I—I know I am very +foolish, only——"</p> + +<p>"Only what? Tell me. That you are in distress +I know. Let me assist you."</p> + +<p>She shook her handsome head mournfully.</p> + +<p>"No, you cannot assist me," she declared in a +tone that told me how desperate she had now become.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +"My uncle," she exclaimed, staring straight before +her across the moonlit waters, whence the dark +mountains rose from the opposite bank. "Count, be +careful! Do—my—my uncle."</p> + +<p>"I don't understand," I said, standing at her side +and gazing at her pale countenance beneath the full +light of the moon.</p> + +<p>"My uncle—he knows something—be careful—warn +the Crown-Prince."</p> + +<p>"What does he know?"</p> + +<p>"He has never told me."</p> + +<p>"Are you in entire ignorance of the reason of the +visit of His Highness to Rome? Try and remember +all you know," I urged.</p> + +<p>The girl put both her palms to her brow, and, +shaking her head, said:</p> + +<p>"I can remember nothing—nothing—oh! my +poor head! Only warn the man who in Rome +called himself Herr Nebelthau!"</p> + +<p>She spoke in a low, nervous tone, and I could see +that she was decidedly hysterical and much unstrung.</p> + +<p>"Did you meet Herr Nebelthau?" I asked eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Me? Ah, no. But I saw him, though he never +saw me."</p> + +<p>"But what is the secret that your uncle knows?" +I demanded. "If I know, then I can warn the Crown-Prince."</p> + +<p>"I do not know," she replied, again shaking her +head. "Only—only—well, by some means my +uncle knew that you had left Potsdam, and we +travelled here on purpose to meet you to obtain from +you some facts concerning the Crown-Prince's +movements."</p> + +<p>"To meet me?" I echoed in surprise. In a +moment I saw that Aranda's intentions were evidently +evil ones. But just at that juncture the Spaniard +came forth in search of his niece.</p> + +<p>"Why are you out here?" he asked her gruffly. +"Go in. It is too cold for you."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I came out with the Count to see the glorious +panorama of the lake," explained the girl in strange +humbleness, and then, turning reluctantly, she obeyed +him.</p> + +<p>"Come and have a hand at bridge," her uncle +urged cheerfully. "The Signora Montalto and young +Boileau are ready to make up the four."</p> + +<p>To this I agreed, and we followed the girl into the +big, white-panelled lounge of the hotel.</p> + +<p>Two days later, about four o'clock in the afternoon, +Aranda received a telegram, and an hour later left +with his niece, who, as she parted from me, whispered:</p> + +<p>"Warn the Crown-Prince, won't you?"</p> + +<p>I promised, and as they drove off to the station I +stood waving my hand to the departing visitors.</p> + +<p>A week later I had word from Cuxhaven of the +arrival of the <i>Hohenzollern</i> from Trondhjem, and at +once returned to the Marmor Palace, where on the +night of my arrival the Crown-Prince, wearing his +Saxon Uhlan uniform, entered my room, gaily +exclaiming:</p> + +<p>"Well, Heltzendorff, how are things on the Lake +of Garda, eh?"</p> + +<p>I briefly explained where I had been, and then, as +he lit a cigarette, standing astride near the fireplace, +I asked permission to speak upon a confidential +matter.</p> + +<p>"More trouble, eh?" he asked, with a grin and a +shrug of the shoulders.</p> + +<p>"I do not know," I said seriously, and then, in +brief, I related how the man Aranda had arrived with +the girl Lola at the hotel, and what had followed.</p> + +<p>As soon as I mentioned the Lungtevere Mellini, +that rather aristocratic street, which runs parallel +with the Tiber on the outskirts of Rome, His Highness +started, his face blanched instantly, and he bit +his thin lip.</p> + +<p>"<i>Himmel!</i>" he gasped. "The fellow knows that +I took the name of Nebelthau! Impossible!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But he does," I said quietly. "He is undoubtedly +in possession of some secret concerning +your visit to Rome last December."</p> + +<p>In His Highness's eyes I noticed a keen, desperate +expression which I had scarcely ever seen there +before.</p> + +<p>"You are quite certain of this, Heltzendorff, +eh?" he asked. "The man's name is Martinez +Aranda?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. He says he is from Seville. His niece, +Lola Serrano, told me to warn you that he means +mischief."</p> + +<p>"Who is the girl? Do I know her?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Why does she warn me?"</p> + +<p>"I cannot say," was my reply. "As you are +aware, I have no knowledge of the nature of Your +Highness's visit to Rome. I merely report all that +I could gather from the pair, who evidently went to +Gardone to meet me."</p> + +<p>"Where are they now?"</p> + +<p>"In Paris—at the Hotel Terminus, Gare St. Lazare. +I found out that they had taken tickets to Verona +and thence to Paris, therefore I telegraphed to my +friend Pinaud, of the Sûreté, who quickly found them +and reported to me by wire within twenty-four hours."</p> + +<p>"H'm! This is serious, Heltzendorff—infernally +serious," declared the Crown-Prince, with knit brows, +as he commenced to pace the room with his hands +clasped behind his back.</p> + +<p>Suddenly he halted in front of me and smoothed +his hair—a habit of his when perplexed.</p> + +<p>"First, the Emperor must know nothing, and the +Crown-Princess must be kept in entire ignorance at +all costs," he declared. "I can now foresee a great +amount of trouble. Curse the women! I trusted +one, and she—ah! I can see it all now."</p> + +<p>"Is it very serious?" I asked, still anxious to +glean the truth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Serious!" he cried, staring at me wildly. +"Serious! Why, Heltzendorff, it means everything +to me—everything!"</p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince was not the kind of man to +exhibit fear. Though degenerate in every sense of +the word, and without the slightest idea of moral +obligations, yet he was, nevertheless, utterly oblivious +to danger of any sort, being wildly reckless, with an +entire disregard of consequences. Here, however, +he saw that the secret, which he had fondly believed +to be his alone, was known to this mysterious +Spaniard.</p> + +<p>"I cannot understand why this girl, Lola—or +whatever she calls herself—should warn me. I +wonder who she is. What is she like?"</p> + +<p>I described her as minutely as I could, more +especially the unusual fairness of her hair, and the +large, wide-open, blue eyes. She had a tiny mole +upon her chin, a little to the left.</p> + +<p>The description seemed to recall some memory, for +suddenly he exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Really, the girl you describe is very like one that +I met about a year ago—a thief-girl in the Montmartre, +in Paris, called Lizette Sabin. I came across +her one night in one of the cabarets."</p> + +<p>As he spoke he went across to a big antique chest of +drawers, one of which he unlocked with his key, and +after a long search he drew out a cabinet photograph +and handed it to me.</p> + +<p>I started. It was a picture of the pretty Lola!</p> + +<p>He watched my face, and saw that I recognized +it.</p> + +<p>Then he drew a long sigh, tossed his cigarette away +savagely, and throwing back the photograph into the +drawer, relocked it.</p> + +<p>"Yes," he declared, turning to me again. "The +situation is most abnormally disturbing, Heltzendorff. +A storm is brewing, without a doubt. But +the Emperor must know nothing, remember—not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +the slightest suspicion. Ah! What an infernal fool +I was to believe in that woman. Bah! They are +all alike. And yet——" and he paused—"and yet +if it were not for the petticoat Germany's secret +diplomacy—the preparation for the great 'Day' +when we shall stagger the world—could not proceed. +This, my dear Heltzendorff, has shown me that you +may with advantage use a woman of whatever age +as your catspaw, your secret agent, your bait when +angling for important information, or your go-between +in secret transactions; but never trust one +with knowledge of your own personal affairs."</p> + +<p>"Then I take it that this girl-thief of the Montmartre +whom you met when out for an evening's +amusement is the cause of all this trouble? And +yet she said that she did not know you!"</p> + +<p>"Because it was to her advantage to disclaim +knowledge of me. Personally I do not think that +the pretty Lizette is my enemy or she would not +warn me against this infernal Spaniard, whoever he +may be."</p> + +<p>"If the matter is so serious, had I not better go +to Paris to-morrow and see Pinaud?" I suggested.</p> + +<p>"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Watch must be +kept upon them. The one thing to bear in mind, +however, is that neither the Emperor nor my wife +learn anything. Go to Paris to-morrow, and tell +Pinaud from me to do his best on my behalf."</p> + +<p>Next morning I left for Paris, and on arrival spent +half an hour with Georges Pinaud in his room at the +Sûreté.</p> + +<p>"So His Imperial Highness does not wish the +arrest of the girl Lizette Sabin?" he exclaimed +presently. "I have her <i>dossier</i> here," and he +indicated a cardboard portfolio before him. "It is +a pretty bad one. Her last sentence was one of +twelve months for robbing an English baronet at a +dancing-hall in the Rue du Bac."</p> + +<p>"His Highness does not wish for her arrest. He<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +only desires the pair to be kept under close +observation."</p> + +<p>"The man Aranda is, I have discovered, a +dangerous person," said the famous detective, leaning +back in his chair. "He has served a sentence at +Cayenne for the attempted murder of a woman in +Lyons. He is, of course, an adventurer of the most +expert type."</p> + +<p>I longed to reveal to my friend Pinaud the whole +facts, but this was against my instructions. I merely +asked him as a favour to institute a strict vigilance +upon the pair, and to report to me by telegraph if +either of them left Paris.</p> + +<p>Aranda was still living at the Hotel Terminus, +but the pretty Lizette had gone to stay with two +girl friends, professional dancers, who lived on the +third floor of a house half-way up the Rue Blanche. +So having discharged my mission, I returned on the +following day to Potsdam, where, on meeting me, +the Crown-Prince seemed much relieved.</p> + +<p>His only fear—and it was a very serious one—was +that to the Emperor there might be revealed the +reason of that secret visit of his to Italy. I confess +that I myself began to regard that visit with considerable +suspicion. Its nature must have been, to +say the least, unusual if he had been so aghast at the +real truth being discovered.</p> + +<p>In the strenuous days that followed, weeks, indeed, +I frequently reflected, and found myself much +mystified. More than once His Highness had asked +me: "Any news from Pinaud?" And when I +replied in the negative "Willie's" relief was at once +apparent.</p> + +<p>One day I had been lunching in Berlin at the +"Bristol," in Unter den Linden, at a big party given +by the Baroness von Bülow. Among the dozen or +so present were Von Ruxeben, the Grand Marshal of +the Court of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha; Gertrud, Baroness +von Wangenheim, Grand Mistress of the Court of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +Duchess; the Minister Dr. Rasch; and, of course, +old "Uncle" Zeppelin, full of plans, as always, of +new airships and of the destruction of London. +Indeed, he sat next me, and bored me to death with +his assurances that on "The Day" he would in +twenty-four hours lay London in ruins.</p> + +<p>The guests around the table, a gay and clever +circle, saw that "Uncle" had button-holed me, and +knew from my face how utterly bored I was. Truth +to tell, I was much relieved when suddenly, when the +meal was nearly over, a waiter whispered that somebody +wished to see me out in the lounge.</p> + +<p>It was a messenger from Potsdam with a telegram +that had come over the private wire. It read: +"Aranda left Paris two days ago. Destination +unknown.—<span class="smcap">Pinaud.</span>"</p> + +<p>The information showed that the fellow had +cleverly evaded the agents of the Sûreté, a very difficult +feat in such circumstances. That very fact went +to prove that he was a cunning and elusive person.</p> + +<p>Half an hour later I was sitting with Heinrich +Wesener, Assistant-Director of the Secret Service of +the General Staff. I sought him in preference to the +famous detective, Schunke, because, while matters +passing through the Secret Service Bureau were +always regarded as confidential, those submitted to +the Berlin police were known to many subordinates +who had access to the <i>dossiers</i> and informations.</p> + +<p>I told Wesener but little—merely that His Imperial +Highness the Crown-Prince was desirous of knowing +at the earliest moment if a Spaniard named Martinez +Aranda should arrive in Berlin.</p> + +<p>The curiosity of the Assistant-Director was immediately +aroused. So many scandals were rife regarding +"Willie" that the stout, fair-haired official was +hoping to obtain some further details.</p> + +<p>"Excuse me for a moment," he said, and, after +ringing his bell, a clerk appeared. To the man he +gave orders to go across and inspect the police register<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +of strangers, and ascertain if the man Aranda had +arrived in the capital.</p> + +<p>Ten minutes later the clerk returned, saying that +a Spaniard named Aranda had arrived from Paris +early that morning with a young lady named Sabin, +and that they were staying at the Central Hotel, +opposite the Friedrich-Strasse Station.</p> + +<p>Upon this information I went to the "Central," +and from the hall-porter discovered that Aranda had +left the hotel an hour before, but that his supposed +niece was upstairs in her room.</p> + +<p>Afterwards I hurried back to Potsdam as quickly +as possible, only to find that the Crown-Prince was +out with Knof motoring somewhere. Of the Crown-Princess +I inquired whither he had gone, but, as usual, +she had no idea. "Willie" was ever erratic, and +ever on the move.</p> + +<p>Six o'clock had already struck when he returned, and +the sentry informed him that I was extremely anxious +to see him. Therefore, without removing his coat, he +ascended to my room, where he burst in breezily.</p> + +<p>When I told him what I had discovered in Berlin +the light died instantly out of his face.</p> + +<p>"Is the fellow really here, Heltzendorff?" he +gasped. "I had a letter from him a week ago declaring +his intention to come here."</p> + +<p>"You did not reply, I hope?"</p> + +<p>"No. The letter I found upon my dressing-table, +but I have not discovered who placed it there," he +said. "The fellow evidently intends to carry out +his threat and expose me to the Emperor."</p> + +<p>"What can he expose?" I queried.</p> + +<p>But "Willie" was not to be caught like that. +He merely replied:</p> + +<p>"Well—something which must at all hazards be concealed. +How this Spaniard can know I cannot in the +least imagine—unless that woman gave me away!"</p> + +<p>For the next two days I was mostly out with his +Highness in the car, and in addition the Kaiser<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +reviewed the Prussian Guard, a ceremony which +always gave me much extra work.</p> + +<p>On the third day I had in the morning been out +to the Wildpark Station, and, passing the sentries, +had re-entered the Palace, when one of the footmen +approached me, saying:</p> + +<p>"Pardon, Count, but there is a gentleman to see his +Imperial Highness. He will give no name, and +refuses to leave. I called the captain of the guard, +who has interrogated him, and he has been put into +the blue ante-room until your return."</p> + +<p>At that moment I saw the captain of the guard +striding down the corridor towards me.</p> + +<p>"A bald-headed man is here to see His Highness, +and will give no name," he told me. "He is waiting +now. Will you see him?"</p> + +<p>"No," I said, my suspicions aroused. "I will first +see the Crown-Prince."</p> + +<p>After some search I found the latter lolling at +his ease in his own smoking-room in the private +apartments, reading a French novel and consuming +cigarettes.</p> + +<p>"Hulloa, Heltzendorff! Well, what's the +trouble?" he asked. "I see something is wrong +from your face."</p> + +<p>"The man Aranda is here," I replied.</p> + +<p>"Here!" he gasped, starting up and flinging the +book aside. "Who let him in?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know, but he is below demanding to +see you."</p> + +<p>"Has he made any statement? Has he told +anybody what he knows?" demanded the Crown-Prince, +who at that moment presented what might +be termed a white-livered appearance, cowed, and +even trembling. In his slant eyes showed a look of +undisguised terror, and I realized that the truth, +whatever it might be, was a damning and most +disgraceful one.</p> + +<p>"I can't see him, Heltzendorff," he whined to me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> +"See him; hear what he has to say—and—and you +will keep my secret? Promise me."</p> + +<p>I promised. And I should have kept that promise +were it not for his brutal and blackguardly acts after +the outbreak of war—acts which placed him, with his +Imperial father, beyond the pale of respectable +society.</p> + +<p>I was turning to leave the room, when he sprang +towards me with that quick agility of his, and, placing +his white, manicured hand upon my arm, said:</p> + +<p>"Whatever he may say you will not believe—will +you?"</p> + +<p>"And if he wants money?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"Ascertain the amount, and come here to me."</p> + +<p>A quarter of an hour later Martinez Aranda sat in +my room opposite my table. I had told him that +unfortunately His Imperial Highness was engaged, +for the Emperor had come over from the Neues +Palace for luncheon. Then I inquired the nature of +his business.</p> + +<p>"Well, Count, you and I are not altogether strangers, +are we?" was his reply, as he sat back calmly +and crossed his legs, perfectly at his ease. "But my +business is only with His Highness, and with nobody +else."</p> + +<p>"His Highness sees nobody upon business. I am +appointed to deal with all his business affairs, and +anything told to me is the same as though spoken +into his ear."</p> + +<p>The Spaniard from Montmartre was silent for a +moment.</p> + +<p>"If that is the case, then I would be glad if you will +obtain his permission for me to speak. He will +remember my name."</p> + +<p>"I already received orders before I invited you up," +I said. "His Highness wishes you to deal with me. +He knows that you are here to settle some delicate +little piece of business concerning that secret visit +of his to Rome—eh?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes," he answered, after a few seconds' pause. +"I am well aware, Count, that for mention of the +reason I am here you might call the guard to arrest +me for blackmail. But first let me assure His Highness +that such action would not be advisable in the +interests of either himself or of the Emperor. I have +already made arrangements for exposure in case His +Highness endeavours to close my mouth by such +means."</p> + +<p>"Good. We understand each other. What is +your complaint?" I inquired.</p> + +<p>"I know the truth concerning the mysterious +death of the woman, Claudia Ferrona, in Rome last +December," he said briefly.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Perhaps you will tell me +next that the Crown-Prince is an assassin? Come, +that will be really interesting," I laughed. "Perhaps +you will tell me how it all happened—the extent of +your knowledge."</p> + +<p>"Why should I do that? Go to the Crown-Prince +and tell him what I allege—tell him that the girl, +Lizette Sabin, whom he knows, was a witness."</p> + +<p>"Well, let us come to business," I said. "How +much do you want for your silence?"</p> + +<p>"I want nothing—not a sou!" was the hard reply. +"All I want is to reveal to the Emperor that his son +is responsible for a woman's death. And that is +what I intend doing. You hear that! Well, Count +von Heltzendorff, please go and tell him so."</p> + +<p>Quickly realizing the extreme gravity of the +situation, I returned to the Crown-Prince and told +him the startling allegation made against him.</p> + +<p>His face went as white as paper.</p> + +<p>"We must pay the fellow off. Close his mouth +somehow. Help me, Heltzendorff," he implored. +"What can I do? He must not reveal the truth to +the Emperor!"</p> + +<p>"Then it really is the truth!" I exclaimed, +astounded.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Crown-Prince hung his head, and in a low, +hoarse voice replied:</p> + +<p>"It is my accursed luck! The woman must have +told the truth to this scoundrel of a Spaniard before—before +she died!"</p> + +<p>"And Lizette?" I asked. "She is a witness, +the fellow says."</p> + +<p>"No, no!" cried His Highness wildly, covering +his white face with his hands as though to hide the +guilt written upon his countenance. "Say no more! +Ask the fellow's price, and pay him. We must not +allow him to go to the Emperor."</p> + +<p>Three minutes later I went back to my room, but +it was empty. The Spaniard had walked out, and +would, no doubt, be wandering somewhere in the +private apartments.</p> + +<p>At that instant the telephone rang, and, answering +it, I heard that His Majesty had just arrived by car, +and was on his way up to the room wherein I stood—the +room in which he generally met his son.</p> + +<p>For a moment I was perplexed, but a few seconds +later I held my breath when I saw coming down the +corridor the Emperor, and walking with him the +adventurer, who had apparently met him on his way +downstairs.</p> + +<p>I confess that at that most dramatic moment I +was entirely nonplussed. I saw how cleverly Aranda +had timed his visit, and how, by some means, he knew +of the internal arrangements of the Marmor Palace.</p> + +<p>"Yes," the Emperor exclaimed to the Spaniard. +"You wish to have audience. Well?"</p> + +<p>In a second I broke in.</p> + +<p>"May I be permitted to say a word, Your +Majesty?" I said. "There is a little business matter +pending between this gentleman and His Imperial +Highness the Crown-Prince—a little dispute over +money. I regret that Your Majesty should be +disturbed by it. The matter is in course of +settlement."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, money matters!" exclaimed the Emperor, +who always hated mention of them, believing himself +to be far too important a person to trouble about +them. "Of course, you will see to a settlement, +Count." And the Emperor turned his back deliberately +upon the man who accosted him.</p> + +<p>"It is not money that I want," shouted the +adventurer from Paris, "but I——"</p> + +<p>I did not allow him to conclude his sentence, but +hustled him into an adjoining room, closing the door +after him.</p> + +<p>"Now, Monsieur Aranda, you want money, I +know. How much?" I asked determinedly.</p> + +<p>"Two hundred thousand marks," was his prompt +reply, "and also fifty thousand for Lola."</p> + +<p>I pretended to reflect. He saw my hesitation, and +then added:</p> + +<p>"For that sum, and not a sou less, I am prepared +to sign a statement that I have lied, and that there is +no truth in the allegation."</p> + +<p>"Of what? Tell me the facts, as you know +them, and I will then repeat them to His Imperial +Highness."</p> + +<p>For a few seconds he was silent, then in a cold, +hard voice he revealed to me what was evidently the +truth of the Crown-Prince's secret visit to Rome. I +listened to his statement utterly dumbfounded.</p> + +<p>The allegations were terrible. It seemed that a +popular Spanish variety actress, whom the populace +of Rome knew as "La Bella," but whose real name +was Claudia Ferrona, lived in a pretty apartment on +the Lungtevere Mellini, facing the Tiber. His +Highness had met her in Coblenz, where she had been +singing. "La Bella" had as her particular friend a +certain high official in the Italian Ministry of War, +and through him she was enabled to furnish the Crown-Prince +with certain important information. The +General Staff in the Wilhelmstrasse were eager to +obtain some very definite facts regarding Italy's new<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> +armaments, and His Highness had taken upon himself +the task of obtaining it.</p> + +<p>As Herr Nebelthau he went in secret to Rome as +guest of the vivacious Claudia, whose maid was none +other than the thief-girl of the Montmartre, Lizette +Sabin. This girl, whose intellect had become weakened, +was entirely under the influence of the clever +adventurer Aranda. On the second night after the +arrival of the Crown-Prince in Rome, he and the +actress had taken supper together in her apartment, +after which a fierce quarrel had arisen between +them.</p> + +<p>Seized by a fit of remorse, the variety singer blankly +refused to further betray the man to whom her advancement +in her profession was due, whereupon His +Highness grew furious at being thwarted at the last +moment. After listening to his insults, "La Bella" +openly declared that she intended to reveal the whole +truth to the Italian official in question. Then the +Crown-Prince became seized by one of those mad, +frenzied fits of uncontrollable anger to which he is at +times, like all the Hohenzollerns, subject, and with +his innate brutality he took up a bottle from the +table and struck the poor girl heavily upon the skull, +felling her like a log. Afterwards with an imprecation +on his lips, he walked out. So terribly injured +was the girl that she expired just before noon next +day. Not, however, before she had related the whole +circumstances to the maid, Lizette, and to the man +Aranda, who, truth to tell, had placed the maid in +the actress's service with a view of robbing her of her +jewels. He saw, however, that, with the death of +Claudia Ferrona, blackmail would be much more +profitable.</p> + +<p>Having heard this amazing story, I was careful to +lock the Spaniard in the room, and then returned to +where the Crown-Prince was so anxiously awaiting me.</p> + +<p>Half an hour later the adventurer left the Palace, +bearing in his pocket a draft upon the private banking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +house of Mendelsohn, in the Jägerstrasse in Berlin, for +two hundred and fifty thousand marks.</p> + +<p>In return for that draft the wily Spaniard signed a +declaration that he had invented the whole story, and +that there was not a word of truth in it.</p> + +<p>It was only, however, when I placed that document +into the hands of the Crown-Prince that His +Imperial Highness breathed freely again.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_NINE" id="SECRET_NUMBER_NINE"></a>SECRET NUMBER NINE</h2> +<h3>THE CROWN-PRINCE'S ESCAPADE IN LONDON</h3> + + +<p>It was five o'clock on a bright September morning +when His Imperial Highness climbed with +unsteady gait the three flights of stairs leading to +the handsome flat which he sometimes rented in a +big block of buildings half-way along Jermyn Street +when he made secret visits to London.</p> + +<p>As his personal-adjutant and keeper of his secrets +I had been awaiting him for hours.</p> + +<p>I heard him fumbling with the latch-key, and, +rising, went along the hall and opened the door.</p> + +<p>"Hulloa, Heltzendorff!" he exclaimed in a thick, +husky voice. "<i>Himmel!</i> I'm very glad to be +back."</p> + +<p>"And I am glad to see Your Highness back," I +said. "I was beginning to fear that something +unpleasant had happened. I tell you frankly, I do +not like you going out like this alone in London. +Somebody is certain to discover you one day."</p> + +<p>"Oh, bosh! my dear Heltzendorff. You are just +like a pastor—always preaching." And as he tossed +his crush hat upon the table and divested himself +of his evening overcoat he gave vent to a half-drunken +laugh, and then, just as he was, in his dress-coat +and crumpled shirt-front, with the stains of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +overnight wine upon it, he curled himself upon the +couch, saying:</p> + +<p>"Tell that idiot of a valet not to disturb me. I'm +tired."</p> + +<p>"But don't you think you ought to go to bed?" +I queried.</p> + +<p>"Too tired to undress, Heltzendorff—too tired," +he declared with an inane grin. "Oh, I've had a +time—phew! my head—such a time! Oh, old Lung +Ching is a real old sport!"</p> + +<p>And then he settled himself and closed his eyes—surely +a fine spectacle for the German nation if he +could then have been publicly exhibited.</p> + +<p>His mention of Lung Ching caused me to hold my +breath. That wily Chinaman kept an establishment +in the underworld of Limehouse, an opium den of +the worst description, frequented by yellow men and +white women of the most debased class.</p> + +<p>A year before one of the Crown-Prince's friends, +an attaché at the Embassy on Carlton House Terrace, +had introduced him to the place. The fascinations +of the opium pipe had attracted him, and he had been +there many times to smoke and to dream, but always +accompanied by others. The night before, however, +he had declared his intention to go out alone, as he +had been invited to dine by a great German financier +living in Park Lane. It was now evident, however, +that he had not been there, but had gone alone to +that terrible den kept by Lung Ching.</p> + +<p>There, in the grey light of dawn, I stood gazing +down upon the be-drugged son of the Emperor, +feeling relief that he was back again, and that no +trouble had resulted from his escapade.</p> + +<p>I called the valet, and, having handed his master +over to him, I went out, and, finding a taxi, drove +out to Lung Ching's place in Limehouse. I knew +the sign, and was soon admitted into the close, +sickly-smelling place, which reeked with opium. +The villainous Chinaman, with a face like parchment,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +came forward, and instantly recognized me as +the companion of the young German millionaire, +Herr Lehnhardt. Of him I inquired what my master +had been doing during the night.</p> + +<p>"Oh, 'e smoke—'e likee pipee!" was the evil, +yellow-faced ruffian's reply.</p> + +<p>"Was he alone?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no. 'E no alonee. 'E lil ladee," and he +grinned. "She likee pipee. Come, you see—eh?"</p> + +<p>The fellow took me into the long, low-ceilinged +room, fitted with bunks, in which were a dozen or so +sleeping Chinamen. Suddenly he indicated a bunk +wherein lay a girl huddled up—a well-dressed English +girl. Her hat and jacket had been removed, and +she lay, her face full in the light, her arm above her +head, her eyes closed in sound slumber, with the +deadly pipe beside her.</p> + +<p>I bent to examine her pale countenance more +closely. I started. Yes! I had not been mistaken. +She was the young daughter of one of the best-known +and most popular leaders of London society.</p> + +<p>I had no idea until that moment that she and the +Crown-Prince were such friends. A fortnight before +the Crown-Prince, as Herr Lehnhardt, had attended +a gay river party at Henley, and I had accompanied +him. At the party the pair had been introduced in +my presence. And now, within those few days, I +found her oblivious to the world in the worst opium +den in London!</p> + +<p>After considerable effort, I aroused her. But she +was still dazed from the effect of the drug, so dazed, +indeed, that she did not recognize me. However, +I got her into a taxi, and having ascertained her +mother's address from the "Royal Blue Book" in +the London club of which I was a member, and +where I arrived at an unearthly hour, I took her to +Upper Brocklion Street.</p> + +<p>Of the woman who opened the door I learned, to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +my relief, that the family were at their place in Scotland, +and that the house, enshrouded in dust-sheets, +was in the hands of herself and her husband as +caretakers.</p> + +<p>When I half lifted the young lady—whom I will +here call Miss Violet Hewitt for the sake of the good +name of her family—out of the taxi the woman +became greatly alarmed. But I assured her there +was nothing wrong; her young mistress had been +taken ill, but was now much better. A doctor was +not needed.</p> + +<p>For half an hour I remained there with her, and +then, as she had recovered sufficiently, I rose to go, +intending to let her make her own explanations to +the caretaker.</p> + +<p>We were alone, and she was seated in a big arm-chair. +She saw my intention to leave, whereupon +she struggled to her feet, for she now realized to her +horror what had occurred.</p> + +<p>"You are Count von Heltzendorff!" she exclaimed, +passing her hand across her brow, as though suddenly +recollecting. "We met at Henley. Ah! I +know I—I can't help it. I have been very foolish—but +I can't help it. The craving grows upon +me."</p> + +<p>"You met my friend Lehnhardt last night, did +you not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I did. Quite accidentally. I was waiting +in the lounge of the 'Ritz' for a man-friend with +whom I had promised to dine when Mr. Lehnhardt +came in and recognized me. My friend had not +turned up, so I accepted his invitation to have +dinner at Claridge's. This we did, and during the +meal he spoke of opium, and I admitted that I was +fond of it, for I smoke it sometimes at a girl-friend's +at Hampstead. Therefore we agreed to go together +to Lung Ching's."</p> + +<p>"He left you there," I said.</p> + +<p>"I know. I certainly did not expect him to go<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +away and leave me in such a place," said the girl, +who was very pretty and not more than twenty, +even though addicted to the terrible opium habit. +"But," she added, "you will keep my secret—won't +you?"</p> + +<p>"Most certainly, Miss Hewitt," was my reply. +"This should serve as a severe lesson to you."</p> + +<p>Then I bade her farewell, and left her in the good +hands of the caretaker.</p> + +<p>On my return to Jermyn Street the Crown-Prince +was in bed, sleeping soundly.</p> + +<p>I remember standing at the window of that well-furnished +bachelor's sitting-room—for the place +was owned by an old German-American merchant, +who, I expect, had a shrewd suspicion of the identity +of the reckless young fellow named Lehnhardt who +sometimes, through a well-known firm of house-agents, +rented his quarters at a high figure. The +Crown-Prince used eight different names when abroad +incognito, Lehnhardt being one of them.</p> + +<p>"His Highness is very tired," the valet declared +to me, as he entered the room. "Before I got him +to bed he asked for you. I said you had gone +out."</p> + +<p>"And what did he say?"</p> + +<p>"Well, Count, all he said was, 'Ah, our dear Heltzendorff +is always an early riser. He gets up before +I go to bed!'" And the ever-faithful valet +laughed grimly. When the Crown-Prince went +upon those frequent debauches in the capitals of +Europe, his valet always carried with him a certain +drug, a secret known to the Chinese, an injection of +which at once sobered him, and put both sense and +dignity into him. I have seen him in the most +extreme state of helpless intoxication at five in the +morning, and yet at eight, he having received his +injection, I have watched him mount his horse and +ride at the head of his regiment to an inspection, as +bright and level-headed as any trooper following.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p> + +<p>The drug had a marvellous and almost instantaneous +effect. But it was used only in case of great +emergency, when, for instance, he was suddenly +summoned by the Emperor, or perchance he had +to accompany his wife to some public function.</p> + +<p>That the drug had bad effects I knew quite well. +I have often seen him pacing the room holding his +hands to his head, when, three hours later, the dope +was gradually losing its potency, leaving him inert +and ill.</p> + +<p>When the valet had retired, I stood gazing down +into the growing life of Jermyn Street, deploring the +state of society which had resulted in the pretty +Violet Hewitt becoming, at twenty, a victim to +opium.</p> + +<p>Truly in the world of London, as in Berlin, there +are many strange phases of life, and even I, familiar +as I was with the gaieties of the capitals, and the +night life of Berlin, the Montmartre in Paris, and +the West End in London, here confess that when I +discovered the pretty girl sleeping in that dirty bunk +in that fetid atmosphere I was staggered.</p> + +<p>Before three o'clock in the afternoon "Willie" reappeared, +well groomed and perfectly dressed. I had +been out lunching at the "Berkeley" with a friend, +and on re-entering the chambers, found him in the +sitting-room smoking a cigarette.</p> + +<p>The effects of his overnight dissipation had entirely +passed. He seated himself upon the arm of a chair +and asked:</p> + +<p>"Well, Heltzendorff, I suppose you've been out +to lunch—eh? Anything interesting in this town?"</p> + +<p>"The usual set at the 'Berkeley,'" I replied.</p> + +<p>"Oh! The 'Berkeley!' Very nice, but too +respectable. That is where one takes one's aunt, +is it not?" he laughed.</p> + +<p>I admitted that it was a most excellent restaurant.</p> + +<p>"Good food and good amusement, my dear Heltzendorff, +one can never find together. The worse<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> +the food the better the entertainment. Do you +remember the 'Rat Mort'—eh?"</p> + +<p>"No," I said sharply. "That is a long-past and +unwelcome memory."</p> + +<p>The Imperial profligate laughed heartily.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my dear Heltzendorff, you are becoming +quite pharisaical. You! Oh! that is really +amusing!"</p> + +<p>"The 'Rat Mort' never amused me," I said, "a +café of the Montmartre where those who dined +were——"</p> + +<p>I did not finish my sentence.</p> + +<p>"Were very pretty and interesting women, Heltzendorff," +he declared. "Ah! don't you recollect +when you and I dined there not long ago, all +of us at a long table—so many charming ladies—oh!"</p> + +<p>"I have forgotten it, Prince," I said, rebuking +him. "It has passed from my memory. That place +is just as unfitted for you as is Lung Ching's."</p> + +<p>"Lung Ching's! Ah—yes, the old yellow fellow +is a good sort," he exclaimed, as though recollecting.</p> + +<p>"And the lady you took there—eh?"</p> + +<p>"The lady?" he echoed. "Why, <i>Gott!</i> I left +her there. I did not remember. <i>Gott!</i> I left little +Miss Violet in that place!" he gasped.</p> + +<p>"Well?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"Well, what can I do. I must go and see."</p> + +<p>I smiled, and then told him what I had done.</p> + +<p>"H'm," he exclaimed. "You are always a good +diplomat, Heltzendorff—always a good friend of +the erratic Hohenzollerns. What can I do to-night—eh? +Suggest something."</p> + +<p>"I would suggest that you dined <i>en famille</i> at the +Embassy," I replied.</p> + +<p>"The Embassy! Never. I'm sick and tired of +His Excellency and his hideous old wife. They bore +me to death. No, my dear Heltzendorff. I +wonder——"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></p> + +<p>And he paused.</p> + +<p>"Well?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"I wonder if Miss Hewitt would go to the theatre +to-night—eh?"</p> + +<p>"No," I snapped, for my long service gave me permission +to speak my mind pretty freely. "She is, +I admit, a very charming young lady, but remember +she does not know your identity, and if her parents +discover what happened last night there will be a +most infernal lot of trouble. Recollect that her +father, a financial magnate, is acquainted with the +Emperor. They have raced their yachts against +each other. Indeed, Henry Hewitt's won the Kiel +Cup last year. So, personally, I think the game +that your Imperial Highness is playing is a distinctly +dangerous one."</p> + +<p>"Bah! It is only amusement. She amuses me. +And she is so fond of the pipe. She has been a visitor +of Lung Ching's for over a year. She has a faithful +maid who goes with her, and I suppose she pays +the old Chinaman well."</p> + +<p>"I suppose so," I remarked, for I knew that if the +villainous old Ching were paid well he would +guarantee her safety in that den of his.</p> + +<p>I could see by the Crown-Prince's face that he +was unimpressed by my warning. Too well did I +know to what mad, impetuous lengths he would go +when of a sudden a pretty face attracted him. So +utterly devoid is he of self-control that a woman's +eyes could lead him anywhere. A glance at that +weak chin of his will at once substantiate my +statement.</p> + +<p>His visit to Lung Ching's had left him somewhat +muddled and limp, and the next few days passed +uneventfully. We went down into Surrey to stay +with a certain Baron von Rechberg, who had been a +fellow-student of His Highness's at Bonn. He was +now head of a German bank in London, and lived in +a beautiful house surrounded by a large park high<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> +among the Surrey hills. Count von Hochberg, +"Willie's" bosom friend, whom he always addressed +as "Mickie," while the Count in turn called him +"Cæsar," being in London at the time, accompanied +us, and so merrily did the time pass that the incident +at Lung Ching's went out of my memory.</p> + +<p>One night when we had all three returned to +London "Willie" and Von Hochberg spent the evening +in the lounge of the Empire Theatre, and both +returned to the Prince's rooms about one o'clock in +the morning.</p> + +<p>"Heltzendorff, Mickie is going with me to Scotland +to-morrow morning," said His Highness, as he +tossed his overcoat upon the couch of that luxurious +little sitting-room within sight of the Maison Jules. +"You will stay here and attend to anything that may +come through from Potsdam. A courier should +arrive to-morrow night, or is it Knof who is coming? +I forget."</p> + +<p>"Your Highness sent Knof over to get the correspondence," +I reminded him, for it was necessary that +all pressing matters should be attended to, or the +Emperor's suspicions might be aroused that his son +was absent abroad.</p> + +<p>"Ah, the good Knof! Of course, he will be back +to-morrow night. He will have seen the Princess and +told her how ill I have been, and how I am gradually +growing better," he laughed. "Trust Knof to tell +a good, sound lie."</p> + +<p>"All chauffeurs can do that, my dear Cæsar," +exclaimed Von Hochberg, with a grin.</p> + +<p>Naturally I was filled with wonder regarding the +nature of the expedition which the pair were about +to undertake, but, though we all three smoked +together for an hour, "Willie" seemed unusually +sober, and did not let drop a single hint regarding +their mysterious destination.</p> + +<p>Von Hochberg was living at the Coburg Hotel, and +before he left "Willie" arranged to breakfast with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +him at eight o'clock next morning, so that they might +leave Euston together by the ten o'clock express.</p> + +<p>I roused the valet, who worked for an hour packing +His Highness's suit-case.</p> + +<p>"One case only," the Crown-Prince had ordered. +"I shall only be up there a couple or three days. +No evening clothes. I shall not want them."</p> + +<p>That remark told me that he did not intend to pay +any formal visit, as he had done on most of his +journeys to Scotland.</p> + +<p>"Your Imperial Highness will take guns, of +course," I remarked.</p> + +<p>"Guns!" he echoed. "No—no guns this time. +If I want to shoot rabbits I can borrow a farmer's +blunderbuss," he laughed.</p> + +<p>That "Mickie," the hare-brained seeker after +pleasure, was to be his companion caused me some +uneasiness. It was all very well for the Crown-Prince +to live in London as Herr Lehnhardt. London was +a big place, and those who catered for his Imperial +pleasures were paid well, and did not seek to inquire +into his antecedents or whether he was really what +he represented himself to be.</p> + +<p>Money talks in the underground London, just as it +does on the Stock Exchange. But it sometimes, I +assure you, took a long purse to keep the foreign +papers quiet regarding the wild escapades of the +Kaiser's heir.</p> + +<p>That night somehow I felt a good deal of apprehension +regarding this mysterious flying visit to +Scotland. That the pair had some deeply-laid +scheme on hand I knew from their evasiveness. But +what it was I failed to discover.</p> + +<p>Early that morning I put "Cæsar" into a taxi with +his suit-case. He wore a rough suit of tweeds, and +took with him his walking-stick and a khaki-coloured +waterproof coat, presenting the picture of a young +man going North to shoot.</p> + +<p>"I'll be back in a few days, Heltzendorff. Attend<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +to the letters," he urged. "Throw away as many +as you can. If I want you I will telegraph."</p> + +<p>And with that he drove to the "Coburg" to meet +his old chum, "Mickie."</p> + +<p>About three o'clock that same afternoon, while +walking along Piccadilly, I was surprised to come +face to face with Von Hochberg.</p> + +<p>"Why! I thought you had gone North!" I +exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"No, Heltzendorff. Cæsar went alone," he replied, +somewhat confounded at our unexpected meeting. +"He wanted to be alone, I think."</p> + +<p>"Where has he gone?" I inquired. "He left me +no address."</p> + +<p>"No. And I have none either," the Count replied.</p> + +<p>This set me thinking. The situation was even +worse with the Crown-Prince wandering in Scotland +alone. His indiscretions were such that his identity +might very easily leak out, and the truth concerning +his absence would quickly reach the Emperor's +ears.</p> + +<p>As I stood chatting with His Highness's gay companion +I confess that I felt annoyed at the manner +in which I had been tricked. He was often afraid of +my caustic tongue when I spoke of his indiscretions, +and it was further quite plain to me that Von Hochberg +had simply pretended that he was accompanying +his friend North.</p> + +<p>That evening Knof arrived from Potsdam with a +satchelful of correspondence, and until a late hour I +was kept busy inventing replies which would eventually +be taken to Holzemme, in the Harz Mountains, +and posted from there. We always made arrangements +for such things when His Highness was secretly +out of Germany.</p> + +<p>I snatched a meal at Jules', close by, and +resumed my work till long after midnight, inventing +some picturesque fictions in reply to many official +documents.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span></p> + +<p>One letter was from Her Imperial Highness. At +her husband's order I opened it, read it, and sealed it +up again. It contained reproaches, but nothing of +extreme urgency. There had been occasions when I +had read "Cilli's" letters in the absence of her +erratic husband, and sent to her little untruths by +wire, signed "Wilhelm, Kronprinz."</p> + +<p>Truly my position was one of curious intimacy. +Sometimes His Highness trusted me with his innermost +secrets, while at others he regarded me with +distinct suspicion. That the elegant Von Hochberg +knew of "Willie's" whereabouts I felt convinced, but +apparently His Highness had given him orders not +to divulge it to me.</p> + +<p>The next day and the next I waited in vain for +some word from His Highness. I had sent Knof +back to the Harz to post the replies I had written, +and with nothing to do I idled about London.</p> + +<p>On the third day, when I returned to Jermyn +Street after lunch, I found a stout German, named +Henkel, who carried on a hairdresser's business near +High Street, Kensington, but who was really a secret +agent. He was one of the few persons who knew of +the Crown-Prince's visit, for each time we came to +London we took this man into our confidence.</p> + +<p>"I have received a telegram from Holzemme, +Count," he said as I entered, and then he handed me +the message, which, after a few minutes' examination—for +though in plain language it was nevertheless +not what it purported to be—I saw to my dismay +was an important message to "Willie" from the +Emperor, who was at that moment in Corfu.</p> + +<p>The message had been received by Koch, my assistant, +whom I had left at Holzemme. He had disguised +it and re-transmitted it to Henkel to hand to +me. We always took this precaution, because when +abroad incognito, both the Crown-Prince and myself +frequently changed our names. So, by employing +Henkel in London and a man named Behm in Paris,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +we were always certain of receiving any important +message.</p> + +<p>When the spy Henkel had left I stood looking out +of the window down into Jermyn Street, quite at a +loss how to act. The message was one of the greatest +importance, and, if not replied to at once, the Emperor +would, I knew, institute inquiries, for he was well +aware of his son's wild escapades.</p> + +<p>My first impulse was to wire Koch a reply to be +dispatched to His Majesty, but on reflection I realized +that the question was one which I could not answer +with truth. No. I must find His Highness at all +hazards.</p> + +<p>At once I went to the Coburg Hotel, and fortunately +found Count von Hochberg, who at first refused to +reveal where his friend was hidden. But when I +showed him the telegram and explained the great +urgency of a reply, in order to prevent the Emperor +from inquiring and knowing the truth, he realized the +necessity.</p> + +<p>"Well, Heltzendorff," he said, somewhat reluctantly, +"Cæsar is at some little place they call +St. Fillans, in Scotland."</p> + +<p>"I know it," I cried eagerly. "A place at the end +of Loch Earn! We motored past it one day about +two years ago. I shall go North at once."</p> + +<p>"But you can telegraph to him," the Count +suggested.</p> + +<p>"To what address?"</p> + +<p>"Ah! Why, of course, I don't know his address—only +that he is at St. Fillans. I had a note +yesterday."</p> + +<p>Travelling by way of Perth and Gleneagles, I next +morning found myself strolling along the picturesque +village at the end of the beautiful loch, which presented +a truly delightful picture in the autumn sunlight. +At the hotel nothing was known of Mr. Lehnhardt, +and though I devoted the whole morning to +making inquiries I could find no trace of His Highness.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> +The latter would certainly not betray himself as a +German, for, speaking English so well, he might very +easily adopt an English name. I ate my lunch at +the hotel which faces the loch, with Ben Voirlich +rising high beyond, and afterwards resumed my +wanderings. In many quarters I described my +"friend" of whom I was in search, but nobody +seemed to have seen him. The precious hours were +flying, and I knew that the Emperor at Corfu was +impatiently awaiting a reply.</p> + +<p>I hired a car and drove seven miles to the farther +end of the loch, to the village of Lochearnhead. +There I made inquiry at the hotel and elsewhere, +afterwards going on to Balquidder with similar +result. It was past six o'clock when I returned to +St. Fillans with the feeling that His Highness had +deceived even his friend "Mickie," and that I had +had my long journey and quest for nothing. Not a +soul seemed to have seen anybody answering to +"Willie's" description. I snatched another hasty +meal at the hotel, and then, in the dusk, set off in +the opposite direction along the pretty road which +led to Comrie. The light was fast fading, but I knew +that there would be a full moon, and the night was +perfect.</p> + +<p>I had walked about three miles, and had probably +lost my way, for I was off the main road, when, on +my left, saw the lighted windows of a comfortable-looking +cottage standing back from the road behind +a well-kept flower garden. There were woods on +each side of the road, and I concluded that it was +a keeper's house. As I passed I heard voices, and +saw two figures standing at the garden gate—a man +and a woman—chatting confidentially.</p> + +<p>In the next second I recognized the man's voice +as that of the Crown-Prince, and as quickly I stepped +upon the grass so that they might not be attracted +by my footsteps. Concealed by the shadow of the +hedge on the opposite side of the road, I stealthily<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> +approached until I could distinguish, by the light +from the open door of the cottage, that the woman +was a stout, elderly person, probably the keeper's +wife.</p> + +<p>Both surprised and interested, I stood there watching. +It seemed as though they were awaiting someone, +for after a few moments, they both retired inside +the cottage.</p> + +<p>Presently, however, "Willie" emerged alone. He +had on his hat and carried a stick, and as he swung +through the gate and went forward he whistled softly +to himself the air of a gay waltz of which he was +particularly fond.</p> + +<p>Within myself I chuckled at being thus able to +watch his mysterious movements, for he seemed +entirely preoccupied and quite unconscious of being +followed, though I fear my footsteps fell heavily at +times.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, while passing along a part of the road +overshadowed by woods on either side, he halted in +the darkness. I heard him speak, and I also heard +the welcome he received in a girl's voice. It was as +I had surmised, and I drew a long breath.</p> + +<p>I heard the pair talking, but from where I stood I +could not overhear any of their conversation. I +heard His Highness laugh gaily, and though he lit a +cigarette his companion's face was turned from me +so that I could not catch a glimpse of it in the fitful +light.</p> + +<p>Presently, after he had held her in his arms and +kissed her, they turned back in my direction.</p> + +<p>As they passed I heard the girl say:</p> + +<p>"I've been waiting for quite a quarter of an +hour, Mr. Lehnhardt. I thought perhaps something +had prevented you from keeping the appointment."</p> + +<p>"All my mistake, dear," was his reply. "My +mistake. Forgive me."</p> + +<p>"Of course," she said, laughing, and I saw that she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +had her arm linked in his as they walked back in the +direction of the keeper's cottage.</p> + +<p>I followed in wonder, and not without anger. +For the Heir of the Hohenzollerns to ramble upon +such rural escapades was, I knew, distinctly dangerous. +Exposure might come at any moment.</p> + +<p>They had strolled together nearly half a mile +when of a sudden, as they again passed into the deep +shadows, the girl gave vent to a loud scream for help, +and at the same moment men's angry voices were +heard.</p> + +<p>The pair had been attacked by three men who had +apparently been lying hidden in the wood.</p> + +<p>I heard a man shout, and then a sharp crack like +that of a whip. The Kaiser's son was shouting, too, +while the girl was screaming and crying shame upon +those who had attacked the man with whom she had +been walking.</p> + +<p>"You infernal German!" I heard one of the men +shriek. "I'll teach you to come sneaking here and +take my sister out for midnight walks! Take that—you +cur—and that!—whoever you are!"</p> + +<p>Next second the startling truth was plain to me.</p> + +<p>His Imperial Highness the German Crown-Prince +was being ignominiously and soundly thrashed by an +irate brother!</p> + +<p>I saw that it was high time that I interfered. The +Crown-Prince had been flung upon the ground, and +the angry young man was lashing him as I dashed in +among them with my revolver drawn.</p> + +<p>"Come, cease that," I shouted. "Down with +that whip. You've attacked these people on the +high road, and if you strike again I'll fire."</p> + +<p>"Hulloa!" cried one man. "Why, here's another +German!"</p> + +<p>"German or not—enough!" I commanded, and +bending down, assisted the fallen Prince to rise.</p> + +<p>"You—you shall pay for this, I swear!" declared +"Willie," angrily facing the man who had struck him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +Then, turning to me, he apparently recognized my +voice, for he asked—"How in the name of Fate did +you come here, Heltzendorff?"</p> + +<p>"I will explain later," I replied in German. "Let +us get out of this."</p> + +<p>"But I cannot leave Violet. I—I——"</p> + +<p>He had replied in the same language, which the +men apparently did not understand.</p> + +<p>"Enough; come," I said. Then in English I +added, "We will wish these gentlemen good-night."</p> + +<p>I took his arm and led him away amid the derisive +laughter of the irate brother and his two friends, +leaving the girl with them.</p> + +<p>When we were out of earshot I told him of the +Emperor's telegram, and added:</p> + +<p>"That lady was Miss Hewitt, was she not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. Her father's estate is a few miles from +here. She's a perfect little fiend for opium—got +bitten with the habit when she was travelling with her +married sister in China, and Maggie, her old nurse, +who lives in the cottage we shall pass in a minute, lets +her go there on the quiet and smoke. I have had +two or three pipes there lately," he added merrily.</p> + +<p>"<i>Himmel!</i>" I gasped. "How dangerous! She +has no idea of who you are, I hope?"</p> + +<p>"Not in the least."</p> + +<p>"Good. Let us attend to the Emperor's telegram +at once."</p> + +<p>And a quarter of an hour later we were discussing +the Kaiser's inquiry in a clean, comfortable, but out-of-the-way +cottage in which "Willie" had established +himself so as to be near the pretty girl for whom he +had conceived that passing fascination.</p> + +<p>Until to-day Violet Hewitt has been entirely ignorant +of the identity of the man who, like herself, was +so addicted to opium. These lines, if they meet +her eye, will reveal to her a curious and, no doubt, +startling truth.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SECRET_NUMBER_TEN" id="SECRET_NUMBER_TEN"></a>SECRET NUMBER TEN</h2> +<h3>HOW THE KAISER ESCAPED ASSASSINATION</h3> + + +<p>"The Emperor commands you to audience at +once in the private dining-room," said one +of the Imperial servants, entering the Kaiser's study, +where I was awaiting him.</p> + +<p>It was seven o'clock on a cold, cheerless morning, +and I had just arrived at Potsdam from Altona, the +bearer of a message from the Crown-Prince to his +father.</p> + +<p>I knew that the Emperor always rose at five, and +that he was breakfasting, as was his habit, alone with +the Empress in that coquettish private dining-room +of the Sovereigns, a room into which no servant is +permitted, Augusta preparing and serving the coffee +with her own hands. It was the one hour which the +All-Highest before the war devoted to domesticity, +when husband and wife could gossip and discuss +matters alone and in secret.</p> + +<p>As I passed downstairs to the room, to which +entrance was forbidden even to the Crown-Prince +himself, I naturally wondered why I had been commanded +to audience there.</p> + +<p>On tapping upon the mahogany door of the little +private salon the Empress's hard voice gave permission +to enter, whereupon I bowed myself into the cosy little +place, hung with reseda silk and with pictures by +Loncret, Perne and Watteau. Upon one side of the +room was a beautiful buhl cabinet, and at the little +round table placed near the window sat the Imperial +pair.</p> + +<p>The Empress was reading a letter, but His Majesty +rose as I entered. He was wearing a grey tweed +suit, a well-worn and, no doubt, easy one, in which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +nobody ever saw him, for he always changed into +uniform before he went to his study.</p> + +<p>"Have you any knowledge of the contents of the +letter which you have brought from the Crown-Prince?" +he asked me bluntly, and I saw by his eyes +that he seemed somewhat mystified.</p> + +<p>I replied in the negative, explaining that I had +been with His Imperial Highness to Kiel, and +afterwards to Altona, where the Crown-Princess +had performed the opening ceremony of a new +dock.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going now?" he asked suddenly. +"There are other engagements, I believe?"</p> + +<p>"To Thorn. His Imperial Highness inspects the +garrison there on Thursday," I said.</p> + +<p>"Ah! of course. I intended to go, but it is +impossible."</p> + +<p>Then, after a pause, the Emperor looked me straight +in the face and suddenly said:</p> + +<p>"Heltzendorff, have you any knowledge of any +man called Minckwitz?"</p> + +<p>I reflected.</p> + +<p>"I know Count von Minckwitz, Grand-Master of +the Court of the Duke of Saxe-Altenbourg," was my +reply.</p> + +<p>"No. This is a man, Wilhelm Minckwitz, who +poses as a musician."</p> + +<p>I shook my head.</p> + +<p>"You are quite certain that you have never heard +the name? Try to recollect whether the Crown-Prince +has ever mentioned him in your presence."</p> + +<p>I endeavoured to recall the circumstance, for somehow +very gradually I felt a distinct recollection of +having once heard that name before.</p> + +<p>"At the moment I fail to recall anything, Your +Majesty," was my answer.</p> + +<p>The Emperor knit his brows as though annoyed at +my reply, and then grunted deeply in dissatisfaction.</p> + +<p>"Remain here in Potsdam," he said. "Telegraph<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> +to the Crown-Prince recalling him at my orders, and I +will cancel the inspection at Thorn. Tell the Crown-Prince +that I wish to see him to-night immediately +upon his return."</p> + +<p>Then, noticing for the first time that the Emperor +held a paper in his hand, I realized that by its colour +it was one of those secret reports furnished for the +Kaiser's eye alone—a report of one of the thousands +of spies of Germany spread everywhere.</p> + +<p>Minckwitz! I impressed that name upon my +memory, and, being dismissed, bowed myself out of +the Imperial presence.</p> + +<p>Returning to the Marmor Palace I sent a long and +urgent message over the private wire to "Willie" at +Altona, repeating His Majesty's orders, and recalling +him at once. Quite well I knew that such an unusual +message would arouse His Highness's apprehension +that for some offence or other he was about to receive +a paternal castigation. But I could not be explicit, +because I had no knowledge of the reason the Emperor +was cancelling our engagement at Thorn.</p> + +<p>At nine o'clock that night the Crown-Prince, gay +in his Hussar uniform, burst into the room wherein I +was attending to the correspondence.</p> + +<p>"What in the name of Fate does all this mean, +Heltzendorff?" he demanded. "Why did the +Emperor fail to reply to my message?"</p> + +<p>"I delivered it," I said. And then I described what +took place in the Emperor's private dining-room. +When I mentioned the name of Minckwitz the Crown-Prince +started and his cheeks blanched.</p> + +<p>"Did he ask you that?" he gasped.</p> + +<p>"Yes. I told him the only person I knew of that +name was Count von Minckwitz."</p> + +<p>"Ah, that little fat, old Master of the Court. Oh! +The Emperor knows him well enough. It is somebody +else he is referring to."</p> + +<p>"Do you know him?" I asked eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Me? Why—why, of course not!" was "Willie's"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +quick reply, in a tone which showed me that he was +not telling the truth.</p> + +<p>"His Majesty wishes to see you at once," I urged, +full of wonder.</p> + +<p>I could plainly see that His Imperial Highness had +been much upset at mention of the mysterious person +called Minckwitz. What could the Emperor know of +him? Was there some scandal at the root of it all, +some facts which the Crown-Prince feared might be +revealed?</p> + +<p>Travel-stained, and without changing his tunic, +"Willie" went to the telephone and ordered Knof to +bring back the car. And in it he drove across to the +Neues Palais to see the Emperor.</p> + +<p>I had an important appointment in Berlin that +night, and waited until quite late for "Willie's" return. +As he did not come I left for the capital, and on arrival +at my rooms rang up Wolff's Agency, and gave out a +paragraph to the Press that His Imperial Highness +the Crown-Prince had been compelled to abandon +his journey to Thorn, owing to having contracted a +chill. His wife "Cilli"—the contraction for Cecilia—had, +however, gone to visit Princess Henry of +Rohnstock at Fürstenstein.</p> + +<p>Several weeks went by, and one day we were at the +ancient schloss at Oels, in far Silesia, the great estate +which the Crown-Prince inherited on coming of age. +The castle is a big, prison-like place, surrounded by +wide lands and dense forests, lying between the town +of Breslau and the Polish frontier, a remote, rural +place to which "Willie" loved sometimes to retire with +a few kindred spirits in order to look over the estate +and to shoot.</p> + +<p>The guests included old Count von Reisenach, +Court Chamberlain, of the Prince of Schombourg-Lippe, +who was a noted raconteur and bon-vivant, +with Major von Heidkämper, of the 4th Bavarian +Light Cavalry, a constant companion of "Willie's," +and Karl von Pappenheim, a captain of the Prussian<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +Guard, who had been educated at Oxford, and who +was so English that it was often difficult for people +from London to believe that he was a Prussian.</p> + +<p>Von Pappenheim, a tall, good-looking, fair-moustached +man under thirty, was one of "Willie's" new +friends. He was the son of a great landowner of +Erfurt, and the pair had for the past month been +inseparable. He was a shrewd, keen-eyed man, who +seemed ever on the alert, but, of course, obsessed by +military dignity, and as full of swagger as any +Prussian officer could be. He had a sister, Margarete, +a pretty girl, a year or so his junior, who had been to +the Marmor Palace on one occasion. The Crown-Princess +had received her, but from the fact that she +was not invited a second time I concluded that the +inevitable jealousy had arisen, because in my presence +"Willie" had more than once referred to her +beauty.</p> + +<p>I sometimes suspected that "Willie's" sudden and +close friendship with Von Pappenheim had some +connection with his intense admiration of the latter's +sister. I, however, learnt the truth concerning +their intimacy in a curious way while at the Schloss +Oels.</p> + +<p>One day I had accompanied the party out after +stag, for, being a fair shot, I frequently snatched a +day's sport. Soon after luncheon, which we took at +a forester's house, we went forth again, and I concealed +myself at a point of vantage, lying behind a +screen of ferns and branches specially constructed +as cover.</p> + +<p>I was alone, at some considerable distance from the +others, and had been there waiting for nearly an hour +with my gun in readiness when suddenly I heard the +cracking of dried wood not far away.</p> + +<p>Something was moving. I raised my gun in +breathless eagerness.</p> + +<p>Next moment, however, I heard the voices of two +men.—"Willie" and his friend, Von Pappenheim.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> +They were approaching me, speaking in low, confidential +tones.</p> + +<p>"You quite understand," "Willie" was saying. +"My position is a terrible one. I don't know how +to extricate myself. If I dare reveal the truth then +I know full well what their vengeance will be."</p> + +<p>"But, my dear Cæsar," was Karl von Pappenheim's +reply, for he was on such intimate terms that he called +His Highness by the name Von Hochberg had bestowed +upon him, "is it not your duty to risk all and +tell the truth?" he suggested seriously.</p> + +<p>The pair had halted only a few yards from me and +taken cover behind a dead bush which had been cut +down and placed conveniently at the spot, in case +the shooting party were a large one and the screen +behind which I had concealed myself was insufficient. +So near were they that I could hear all that was +said.</p> + +<p>"The Emperor would neither believe me nor +forgive me," "Willie" said. "Minckwitz is a clever +devil. He would bring manufactured evidence +which must implicate me."</p> + +<p>Minckwitz! That was the name which the +Emperor had uttered, asking me if I knew him! +That incident at the Neues Palais flashed across my +memory. I recollected, too, how, when I had +referred to the circumstance, His Highness had become +pale and agitated. Mention of the name had affected +him curiously.</p> + +<p>"But can he bring evidence?" asked his companion.</p> + +<p>"Yes, curse him!—he can!"</p> + +<p>"You can refute it, surely?"</p> + +<p>"No, I can't. If I could I should make a clean +breast of the whole matter," "Willie" declared. +From the tone of his voice I realized how utterly +bewildered he was.</p> + +<p>"But cannot I help you? Cannot I see Minckwitz +and bluff him?" his friend suggested.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You don't know him," was the reply. "He holds +me in the hollow of his hand."</p> + +<p>"Ah! Then you have been horribly indiscreet—eh?"</p> + +<p>"I have. I admit I have, Karl; and I do not see +any way out of it."</p> + +<p>"But, my dear Cæsar, think of the danger existing +day by day—hour by hour!" cried Von Pappenheim. +"Think what there is at stake! That letter you +showed me this morning reveals only too plainly +what is intended."</p> + +<p>"It is a letter of defiance, I admit."</p> + +<p>"And a catastrophe must inevitably occur if you +do not act."</p> + +<p>"But how can I act?" cried the Crown-Prince, in +despair. "Suggest something—I cannot. If I utter +a syllable Minckwitz will most certainly carry out +his threat against me."</p> + +<p>"Contrive to have him arrested upon some charge +or other," Karl suggested.</p> + +<p>"If I did he would produce the evidence against +me," declared the Crown-Prince.</p> + +<p>A silence then fell between the pair. Suddenly +Karl asked:</p> + +<p>"Does Von Heltzendorff know?"</p> + +<p>"He knows nothing," was "Willie's" answer. "The +Emperor questioned him, but he was in ignorance of +Minckwitz's existence. He was naturally surprised, +but I did not regard it as judicious to enlighten him."</p> + +<p>"He is your confidential adjutant. If I were you +I should tell him the truth. No time should be lost, +remember."</p> + +<p>Then, after a few seconds of silence. Von Pappenheim +went on:</p> + +<p>"Why, I never thought of it! My sister Margarete +knows Minckwitz. She might perhaps be +useful to us—eh?"</p> + +<p>"Why, yes!" cried "Willie," "a woman can frequently +accomplish a thing where a man would fail.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> +A most excellent idea. Let us leave the others to +their sport and get back to the schloss and discuss +a line of action—eh?"</p> + +<p>And in agreement the pair emerged from their +ambush, and retraced their steps along the path they +had come.</p> + +<p>Still greatly puzzled at the nature of the secret +which the Crown-Prince was withholding from me, +I came out of my hiding-place and presently rejoined +the party.</p> + +<p>That night we all dined together, as was our habit +when at Oels, but I saw that "Willie" was upset and +nervous, and noticed that he drank his champagne +heavily. On the contrary, Von Pappenheim was +wary and watchful.</p> + +<p>Next evening Von Pappenheim's sister Margarete, +fair-haired, <i>petite</i> and rather doll-like, arrived at the +Castle.</p> + +<p>During dinner an Imperial courier arrived from +Berlin with a letter from the Emperor, and "Willie" +opened it, read it, and then, excusing himself, left +the table. I rose and followed him, as was my duty, +but when outside the room His Highness sent me +back, saying in a thick, husky voice:</p> + +<p>"I shall not want you. Von Heltzendorff; I will +write the reply myself."</p> + +<p>On my return the guests were discussing the effect +of the Emperor's message upon their host, Von Pappenheim +being particularly anxious. He said something +in a low voice to his sister, when the latter +became at once thoughtful. Indeed, the remainder +of the meal was a very dull affair, and it was with +relief that we rose and went out into the big ancient +hall, with its vaulted ceiling, where coffee was always +served.</p> + +<p>The courier had left on his return journey to the +capital, yet "Willie" did not again reappear. At +eleven o'clock I found him lying in a very advanced +state of intoxication upon the sofa in the room set<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> +apart for me for my writing. Near him stood an +empty brandy bottle and an empty syphon of soda-water.</p> + +<p>I called his faithful valet, and together we half +carried him to his room, where he was undressed +and put to bed. Hardly had I returned to my room +when Von Pappenheim entered in search of his +host.</p> + +<p>"His Highness is not well, and has retired to his +room," I said. "He expressed a desire to see nobody +to-night."</p> + +<p>Von Pappenheim's face changed.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" he cried in despair. "Why did he not see +me and tell me the truth! Precious hours are flying, +and we must act if the situation is to be saved."</p> + +<p>"What situation?" I asked, in pretended +ignorance.</p> + +<p>"You know nothing, Von Heltzendorff, eh?" +he asked, looking me straight in the face.</p> + +<p>"Nothing," was my reply.</p> + +<p>"You have no knowledge of the trap into which +the Crown-Prince fell when he was in Paris with you +six months ago, and when he and I first met?"</p> + +<p>"A trap! What do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"Has he told you nothing?"</p> + +<p>"Not a syllable."</p> + +<p>"Ah! Then I cannot be frank with you until +I obtain His Highness's permission. He told me +that you knew nothing, but I did not believe it. +Knowing well what implicit confidence he places in +you, I believed that you knew the ghastly truth."</p> + +<p>"You alarm me," I said. "If the situation is +grave, then I may be able to be of some assistance, +more especially if time is pressing."</p> + +<p>He hesitated, but refused to reveal a single fact +before receiving the Crown-Prince's permission.</p> + +<p>Into what trap had "Willie" fallen during our last +visit to Paris I could not conceive. His wild orgies +in the Montmartre, his constant absences alone, his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +terrible craving for excitement, his wild and reckless +search for pleasure in the lowest haunts of vice, had +ever been a source of anxiety to me. Times without +number had I lifted a warning finger, only to be +derided and ridiculed by the son of the All-Highest +One.</p> + +<p>Next day, soon after His Highness was dressed, he +entered my room.</p> + +<p>"Heltzendorff," he said, "I have been chatting +with Von Pappenheim and his sister upon a little +matter of business which closely concerns myself. +I want you to leave in an hour's time and go to +Hanover. In the Kirchröder Strasse, No. 16, out +at Kleefeld there lives a certain man named Minckwitz—a +Pole by birth. He has two nieces—one +about twenty and the other two years older. With +them you have no concern. All I want is that you +engage a photographer, or, better, yourself take a +snapshot of this man Minckwitz, and bring it to me. +Be discreet and trust no one with the secret of your +journey."</p> + +<p>"Exactly. There is a doubt as to the man's +identity, eh?"</p> + +<p>"Willie" nodded in the affirmative.</p> + +<p>Satisfied that I should at last see the mysterious +person whose identity the Emperor had wished to +establish, I set out from Oels on my long journey +right across Germany.</p> + +<p>In due course I arrived in Hanover, and found +the house situate in the pleasant suburb. Here I +found that "Willie's" suspicions were correct, and the +man Minckwitz was living under the name of Sembach +and pretending to be a musician. I watched, and +very soon with my own camera took in secret a snapshot +of the mysterious individual as he walked in +the street. With this I left two days later on my +return to Oels.</p> + +<p>The photograph was that of a thin, narrow-faced, +deep-eyed man, with a scraggy, pointed beard—a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +typical Pole, and when I handed it to "Willie" he +held his breath.</p> + +<p>"Look!" he cried, turning to Von Pappenheim +and his sister, who were both present. "Look! +There is no mistake! That is the man. What +shall we do? No time must be lost. How can I +act?"</p> + +<p>Brother and sister exchanged glances blankly. +From inquiries I had made in Hanover, it seemed +that the man was a stranger, a music-master, who +had arrived there about a month ago. I feared to +make inquiry through the police, because my official +capacity as personal-adjutant to the Crown-Prince +was too well known, and suspicion might have thus +been aroused.</p> + +<p>The trio again held secret counsel, but I was not +told the nature of their deliberations. All I knew +was that the Crown-Prince was in some terrible and +most dangerous difficulty.</p> + +<p>That afternoon I met the girl Margarete walking +alone in the grounds near the Schloss. The autumn +sun was pleasant, though there was a sharp nip in +the air, which told of the coming of the early Silesian +winter. Most of the trees were already bare, and +the ground was carpeted with the gold-brown leaves +of the great beeches.</p> + +<p>We had walked together for some distance, when +I suddenly halted and asked her point-blank why +they were all in such great fear of Herr Minckwitz.</p> + +<p>She started, staring at me with her big blue eyes.</p> + +<p>"His Highness has not told you, Count. Therefore, +it would ill become me to reveal his secret," +was her cold rebuke.</p> + +<p>"But if the situation is so grave, and if I have +been entrusted with the secret mission to Hanover, +I may, perhaps, be of service in the matter. I understand +that you are acquainted with Herr Minckwitz, +<i>alias</i> Sembach—eh?"</p> + +<p>"Who told you that?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Nobody. I learnt it myself," I answered, with a +smile.</p> + +<p>For a second she reflected, then, with a woman's +cleverness, she said:</p> + +<p>"I can tell you nothing. Ask the Crown-Prince +himself." And she refused to discuss the matter +further. Indeed, she left the Castle two hours later.</p> + +<p>That night I went boldly to "Willie," finding him +alone in a little circular room in one of the towers +of the Castle, to which he often retired to smoke +and snooze.</p> + +<p>I stood before him, and without mincing matters +told him what I had overheard and all I knew.</p> + +<p>The effect of my words was almost electrical. He +sat up, staring at me almost dazed at my statement.</p> + +<p>"It is true, Heltzendorff. Alas! True!" he +replied. But he would even then give me no inkling +of the reason of his fear.</p> + +<p>"If this Herr Minckwitz means mischief, then +surely it would be easy to secure his arrest for some +offence or other, and you need not appear in it," +I suggested.</p> + +<p>"I've thought of all that. But if the police lay +hands upon him, then he will revenge himself on me. +He will carry out his threat—and—and, Heltzendorff, +I could never hold up my head again."</p> + +<p>"Why?"</p> + +<p>"I can't be more explicit. I'm in a hole, and I +cannot extricate myself."</p> + +<p>I reflected for a moment. Then I said:</p> + +<p>"You appear to fear some action of Minckwitz's. +If that is so, I will return to Hanover and watch. +If there is any hostile intent, I will endeavour to +prevent it. Fortunately, he does not know me."</p> + +<p>Next night I was back again in Hanover, having +stopped in Berlin to pick up a friend of mine upon +whose discretion I could rely implicitly—a retired +member of the detective force named Hartwieg. +Together we started to watch the movements of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> +mysterious Polish musician, and to our surprise we +found that he had three friends, one of them a +furrier living in the Burgstrasse, who visited him +regularly each evening. They always arrived at the +same hour, and generally left about eleven o'clock. +Through five days we kept watch, alternately closely +shadowing the man who called himself Sembach, +and becoming acquainted with his friends, most of +whom seemed of a very queer set.</p> + +<p>There was no doubt that Minckwitz and the two +young women were associates of some criminal gang, +and, further, I was staggered one evening to watch +the arrival at the house of a young man whom I +recognized as Brosch, an under-valet of the Emperor's +at the Neues Palais.</p> + +<p>For what reason had he come from Potsdam?</p> + +<p>He remained there till noon on the following day. +When he emerged, accompanied by Minckwitz, the +pair went into the city, and we followed, when, +curiously enough, I came face to face with Von +Pappenheim's sister, who was apparently there for +the same purpose as myself! Happily she was too +intent in her conversation with Minckwitz, whom +she met as though accidentally, to notice my +presence.</p> + +<p>Then, at last, the musician raised his hat and left +her, rejoining the young man Brosch.</p> + +<p>The pair went to a bookshop in the Herschelstrasse, +and presently, when they came forth again, +Brosch was carrying a good-sized volume wrapped +in brown paper.</p> + +<p>My curiosity was aroused, therefore I went into +the shop, made a purchase, and learned from the +shopman that the younger of the pair had purchased +a well-known German reference-book, Professor +Nebendahl's "Dictionary of Classical Quotations."</p> + +<p>Strange that such a book should be purchased by +an under-valet!</p> + +<p>Leaving the detective Hartwieg to watch, I took<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +the next train back to Potsdam, where I was fortunate +enough to find the Emperor giving audience +to the Imperial Chancellor. At the conclusion of the +audience I sought, and was accorded, a private interview, +at which I recalled His Majesty's anxiety to +ascertain something regarding the man Minckwitz.</p> + +<p>"Well—and have you found him?" asked the +Emperor very eagerly.</p> + +<p>I replied in the affirmative. Then he told me +something which held me breathless, for, unlocking +a drawer, he showed me an anonymous letter of +warning he had received, a letter which, posted in +Paris, stated that an attempt was to be made upon +his life, and hinting that the Crown-Prince might be +aware of it.</p> + +<p>"Of course," he laughed, "I do not regard it +seriously, but I thought we ought to know the whereabouts +of this man Minckwitz, who is probably an +anarchist."</p> + +<p>"Will Your Majesty leave the matter entirely in +my hands?" I suggested. "The police must not +be informed."</p> + +<p>"It shall be as you wish. I give you authority +to act just as you deem best if you really anticipate +danger."</p> + +<p>"I do anticipate it," I replied, and a few moments +later bowed myself out of the Imperial presence.</p> + +<p>During that day I idled about the Palace, gossiping +with the officials and <i>dames du palais</i>, awaiting the +return of the young man Brosch. That night he did +not come back, but he arrived at the Palace about +seven o'clock on the following morning. The head +valet was furious at his absence, but the young man +made a very plausible excuse that his sister out at +Lichtenberg was very dangerously ill.</p> + +<p>I had had no sleep that night, but as soon as I +was informed of the under-valet's return, I repaired +to the Emperor's study and secreted myself beneath +a great damask-covered settee which runs along the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> +wall opposite the door. For nearly an hour I remained +there, when the door was opened stealthily +and there entered the young man whom I had seen +in Hanover on the previous day. He carried a book +in his hand. This he swiftly exchanged for another +similar book of the same appearance, and a moment +later crept out again, closing the door noiselessly.</p> + +<p>Quickly I came forth and took up the classical +dictionary, a copy of which was usually upon the +Emperor's table. It presented just the same appearance +as the book that Brosch had taken away, only +it was considerably heavier.</p> + +<p>Without delay I dashed out, sought the Emperor's +valet, and was admitted to His Majesty's presence.</p> + +<p>Three minutes later we were both in the study. +I took up the book and held it to his ear. Just as +I had heard, he could detect the faint ticking of a +watch within.</p> + +<p>The book had been hollowed out and a time bomb +inserted! It was, no doubt, set to explode between +eight and nine o'clock, when the Emperor would +be at his desk.</p> + +<p>"Take it out quickly!" shrieked the Kaiser in +terror, when he realized the true import of the plot.</p> + +<p>In obedience, handling the book very carefully, +I rushed with it downstairs out into the open. I +placed it on the grass some distance away, while +the Emperor followed me, utterly astounded at the +discovery.</p> + +<p>Having deposited it, I dashed back to where the +Emperor was standing upon the steps, greatly to +the surprise of the sentries, when hardly had I +reached him than there showed a blood-red flash, +followed by a terrific report and concussion—an +explosion which, had it occurred in the upstairs +study, must have blown the Emperor's head off as +he sat.</p> + +<p>His Majesty stood white and rigid, instantly +realizing what a narrow escape he had had, while<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> +the noise caused the greatest alarm, and people began +rushing hither and thither to ascertain the cause.</p> + +<p>In a few seconds His Majesty was calm again.</p> + +<p>"Say nothing of this, Heltzendorff," he said. +"Let it remain a mystery. Come upstairs and I +will speak on the telephone to the police."</p> + +<p>"Your Majesty gave the matter unreservedly into +my hands," I reminded him.</p> + +<p>"Ah! that is so. I forgot," he exclaimed, and +after thanking me he added: "Take what steps you +like, but have the offenders punished, and also try +to discover who sent me that anonymous warning."</p> + +<p>The young valet, who had been, no doubt, heavily +bribed by Minckwitz to substitute the book, had +already disappeared, and, as a matter of fact, has +never been seen in Germany since.</p> + +<p>The man Minckwitz had also, it seemed, suddenly +left Hanover on the night of my departure, for Hartwieg, +following him, reported to me by wire that he +was in Paris.</p> + +<p>Without delay I travelled to the French capital, +saw my old friend Pinaud of the Sûreté, and told +him the whole story, explaining in confidence that +for some mysterious reason the Crown-Prince feared +that if the man were arrested he might reveal something +unpleasant.</p> + +<p>"I quite understand," replied the French detective, +with a smile. "I know that, six months ago, while +the Crown-Prince was in Paris, he was one night +enticed by a girl into the gaming-house kept by the +notorious Minckwitz. There a quarrel ensued, and +the Crown-Prince, fearing attack, drew his revolver, +which went off and shot one of Minckwitz's confederates +stone dead. The Crown-Prince has ever +since been paying big sums to hush up the affair. +Until recently Minckwitz conceived the idea that if +the Emperor died and the Crown-Prince came to +the Throne it would mean to him considerably more +money each year. Therefore he conceived that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +diabolical plot. I warned the Crown-Prince of it, +and he threatened to expose Minckwitz and have +him arrested. Minckwitz, in turn, threatened that +if His Highness made the slightest movement to +thwart his plans he would expose to the world that +the German Crown-Prince, during his latest escapade +in the Montmartre, had killed a man. Finding this +to be the case, I myself wrote that anonymous letter +of warning, which I addressed to the Emperor."</p> + +<p>"And which has had the effect of saving His +Majesty's life," I remarked.</p> + +<p>That night Minckwitz found himself arrested upon +a charge of blackmailing a Portugese nobleman, +and was later on sentenced to fifteen years' imprisonment.</p> + +<p>In his solitary hours in prison he often wonders, +I expect, why his dastardly plot failed. Had it been +successful, however, it certainly would have had a +great effect upon the future history of the world.</p> + + + +<div class='center'> +THE END +<br /> +<br /> +<i>Printed at The Chapel River Press, Kingston, Surrey.</i> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="NOTE_ADDED_BY_COUNT_ERNST_VON" id="NOTE_ADDED_BY_COUNT_ERNST_VON"></a>NOTE ADDED BY COUNT ERNST VON +HELTZENDORFF:</h2> + +<p><i>I propose, with the assistance +of my friend the Commendatore +William Le Queux, to issue in +Great Britain a further instalment +of my revelations of "The Secrets +of Potsdam" at an early date.</i> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='center'> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> +<span class='u'><i>In the Press.</i></span> +<span class='u'><i>Uniform with this volume.</i></span> +<h1>FOR THE QUEEN</h1> +By +<h2>E. 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