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THE, PRINCE OF BALKISTAN.

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THE PRINCE OF BALKISTAN. A STORY OF THE ATTEMPTS ON THE LIFE OF A PRINCE. By Mr. ALLEN UPWARD. CHAPTER XIII—(Continued). The next morning Princess Claudine spoke to her brother, the Comte de Blois, on the subject of Rodolph. The Comte's manner of receiving the topic was discouraging. "He is a very unfortunate young man, he remarked. "He has managed to offend the Khan beyond recall, and I half regret that I 3ver gave my consent to his accepting the offer of the throne." Claudine bridled up at this selfish decla.- ration. "I do not see how my son is to blame," she retorted, "seeing that the only offence ne has given the Khan has been by that very acceptance to which you gave your full consent at the time." "I daresay I did, but how was I to see how it would turn out?" was the querulous reply. 'What is the good of his staying there if no- body wants liim?" "Indeed, you are mistaken, sire," answered the Princess, giving her brother the title which she knew he loved to hear; "Rodolph enjoys the thorough loyalty of the Balkiards the only plots against him are the work of Tartar emissaries, and a. few natives in the pay of Tartary." The Comte de Blois shrugged his shoulders as if the subject did not greatly interest him. "There is only one thing wanted to make Rodolph'? position absolutely secure," went on the Princess boldly, "and that is a wife who will help him to do the honours of the palace, and in course of time give him an heir to the Principality." This time the Comte began to perceive there was something in the wind. "Speak out, Claudine. You are always going some roundabout way. Whom do you mean ?" "I mean Mathilde," said the Princess firmly. "My daughter! I will not hear of it Claudine kept her temper admirably. "It is for you to decide, of course, sire," she answered with much humility. "Both of the young people, I am sure. will be ready to sacrifice their own wishes for the good of our House." "Sacrifice their wishes! What do you mean ? I wish you would speak out plainly. Has Rodolph dared to pay court to my daughter without my permission?" "Sire. you are unjust. My son is far too loyal, his devotion to you is far too great, for him to dream of such a thing. But we women have the power of drawing conclusions from trifles, and I have long been of the opinion that such a match would be highly agreeable to them both." "I am astonished that you should propose such a thing, Claudine. I gave you credit for more sense. Do you not see that it would alienate from me my best friend among the sovereigns of Europe, Nicholas III. ?" "Paruon me. sire, but I have thought of all that. At present Nicholas III. is your friend, it is true, but he is bound to you by no tie of interest. Yesterday the Patriarch was your friend also; to-day he has thrown himself into the arms of the Constitutional Government. Political necessities may in- duce Nicholas to do the same to-morrow." The Comte de Blois uttered an exclama- tion. His sister saw that she was on the right track, and continued: "On the other hand, supposing you be- stowed Mathilde's hand upon Rodolph he would be bound to you by the strongest ties —ties so strong that the destinies of Balkistan would practically be in your hands. That woold give you the very lever you want with Nicholas. If at any time it should become vitally necessary in your interests to secure his support, you would only have to say to him: 'Assist me to regain my throne, and in return Rodolph shall surrender Bal- kistan to you. The Count remained silent. Claudine saw that her arrow had gone to the mark, and discreetly broke off the conversation. Some hours later in the day two people stood out in the moonlight, where it bathed the of the castle. They were speaking in subdued voices, sinking every now and then to a whisper. "You see how I am situated. I have kept back nothing. I carry my life in my hands. What right have I to ask any woman to share such a lot as that?" And the answer came: "There is only one woman whom you have the right to ask. And she would gladly ?hare a lot tenfold worse than yours, be- au se—" "Because ?" "She—loves you." Two (lays afterwards M. Karkchulov re- miwJ the following telegram: "Aaaovnoe to my people mv betrothal to the Princess Mathilde Claudine Marie of B lo is. —Rodo lph." Claudine had triumphed. She had suc- ceeded in persuading the egotistic schemer that the happiness of his daughter coincided with his own miserable fantastic interests, and his consent followed as a matter of course. CHAPTER XIV. THE STRUGGLE DRAWS TO A CLOSE. The executive committee of the greatest feoret society of Europe was represented in the, oapital of Thame*sbury by three persons. On a. certain night, shortly after the de- parture of Prince Rodolph "from Sufarest, these three were met at the residence of their chief to discuss an important communication just received by him from the headquarters of the society in Switzerland. The three men represented three different classes of society. One was a Count, and the former owner of extensive landed estates in Tartary. The second was an ex-professor in a Tartar university. The third was a working printer from Steppa.skan. Two of these men had originally been per- fectly loyal subjects of the" Tartar Govern- ment, and even now their sentiments on political questions would have caused them to be reckoned as Conservatives in many countries in Europe. The third was imbued with democratic ideas of a thorough going character, but even he had nothing in com- mon with the hare-brained1 creatures* who take to dynamite as saner men take to dumb- bells, and who, if they were shut jip in padded rooms a.nd laughed at, instead of being accorded the honour of solemn trial and martyrdom amid the awe of a terrified world, would rapidly disappear from our midst. Count Felix Volousky had lived to the age of thirty-five without ever troubling his head about politics. HapDv in the posses- sion of a wife who adored him. and whom he tenderly loved, the father of three beauti- ful children, and the owner of an ancient title and estate. h. had lived the ordinary life of a ma,n of fashion, in hi,s own province rr amid the gaieties of the capital. But one day it was his misfortune to attract the Tagard of a. beautiful woman of high rank, whose indifference to her own husband had become a matter of notoriety in the higher circles in Steppa.skan. To this attachment he failed to respond. She continued to pursue Itim with her attentions till it became necps- sary for him to choose between unfaithfulness vo his own wif" or the insult of a refusal to the Princess L He chose the latter, and the furious woman swore to he revenged. She was as good a-s her word. Previous liaisons, into the character of which it is not necessarv to f*nt*r. had secured for her a powerful secret influence in the Ministrv of Justice. A denunciation was lodged, and at an hour's warning Count Volou^kv wa.s dragged from the midst of his familv. con- victed, on the flim«iost and most penurwf evidence, of treasonable conspiracy, and sen- tenced to a term of three years' imprisonment in a fortress When he came out his first step was to solicit permission to sell his estate* and leave the country. This wa,s obtained, with some difficulty, and at a ruinous exnense in bribes to the various officials through whose hands the nermit had to pa*«. As soon as he had realised the still considerable remains of his propertv. he started for Island with his wife and family. At the frontier they were stopped. a.nd an official acting under instructions—the source of which was plainly evident to the Count's mind—informed him tha.t the permission granted to him did not extend to his familv. He was at liberty, however, to take with him hilt wife and two younger children. The .eldest boy musfc^ remain to be educated, at his father's expense, in a, Government semi- nary. mat was the last blow. Volousky, up to that moment, had entertained no real idea of joining in any conspiracy against the Khan's Government. He now saw that there was only one career which manhood allowed' him to embrace. The moment he arrived in Thamesbury he joined the Fatalist organisa- tion. In this body his rank and wealth com- manded their natural influence. He rapidly rose to the position of president of the branch of the society established in Island. Professor Zernow had hardly been so deeply injured, but his hatred against the Power which had! persecuted him was even greater than the Count's. He, too, had been guilt- le-s of even in thought or word conspiring ■against his Government. But in the uni- versity, of which he was one of the most distinguished ornaments, a Fatalist society had been formed among the students. Of this the professor was unaware, and had he known it it would not have greatly interested him. His whole mind was given up to the study of chemistry, and a new combination of gases was infinitely more interesting to him than a change in the composition of cabinets. But in his leisure hours he was a kindly and hospitable roan, and it was his custom to assemble a.t his house some of the more promising students) for social intercourse. Among those who thus came to see him were several members of the secret society. When their existence was discovered, the police chose to include Zernow among their arrests, and to treat him as an instigator and fo- menter of the conspiracy. The evidence of his association with the ringleaders was deemed amply sufficient to establish his guilt, and he was exiled to the Arctic provinces. Thanks to his more than local reputation as a scientist, the Government did not ven- ture to degrade him to manual labour, and the conditions of his exile were easy enough. But he resented the wrong which 'had been done him with all the bitterness of a dis- position naturally mild, but outraged in its deepest feelings of justice. He seized a favourable opportunity to escape, crossed the whole of Tartary in the depth of winter on foot, and never rested till he was safe in the asylum of Island. There he became the fiercest and most unrelenting foe that the Tartar Government had to deal with, and his hand was to be traced in several of the most daring plots of the great society. Paul Welberg, the third of the trio, was a totally different character. Of German descent, he had grown up in the democratic atmosphere of a printer's office, had taken some part in a radical propaganda among his fellow-workmen, and then, finding that he was likely to get into trouble with the authorities at Steppaskan, had emigrated first to one country and then to another, till he finally dropped anchor in Thamesburv. It was made a point among Fatalists to encourage the adherence of the working classes, and Paul's abilities being recognised he was admitted a member of the executive. The real power, however, lay in the hands of his two colleagues, and chiefly in those of Zernow. He was the typical Fatalist, and nothing of importance had been undertaken by the society in any part of the world without his knowledge for some years past. As soon as the three leaders had taken their seats in the Count's library—for they deemed it useless to affect secrecy as to their place of meeting—Zernow, acting as secretary, opened the conference. "The letter which I have received from Geneva," he said, "is of a very disquieting character. It throws a doubt on one of our most trusted members—in short, the chief of our organisation in Tartary." "Ivan Tataroff Nonsense I" exclaimed Paul. Count Volousky signed to Zernow to con- tinue. "Ivan Tataroff y the man referred to." "Why, it was he who contrived the death of Nicholas II. said the incredulous Paul. "Yes, and it was also he who contrived the mine under the Khan's dining-hall." "His past record is a reason for judging him fairly, not for shutting our ears to accu- sations," remarked the president gravely. "It was the betrayal of the mine which aroused suspicion against him," went on the secretary. "This secret was known to a. good many, it is true, but all of them were care- fully watched—with the exception of Tatarotf. Ever since the affair of Nicholas II. he has been allowed great privileges. The question now is whether he has not abused them. No positive proof, I understand, is as yet forth- ccming, but for the future a strict secret watch will be set upon him." "For my part, I don't believe there is anything in it," commented Paul. "Why, in Steppaskan we always found him our best protector. He gave several of our fellows a hint to slip off in time, before the police moved." "Exactly," said Volousky drily. Zernow looked very serious. "It will be a terrible blow to the society if it turns out that he is a traitor. He will have to be removed at all costs." The other two nodded. Any of the three might be the one selected to carry out the sentence of the society on its traitor, but that consideration did not affect their minds for a moment in deciding as to his fate. "What is he doing now?" asked the presi- dent. "That is a mystery. He disappeared suddenly a few days ago, and no one has the slightest idea where he is gone. Formerly nothing would have been thought of it; we should have assumed that he 'was off some- where on the work of the society, but now suspicion has been aroused, and his absence is not liked." The Count put a pregnant question. "Is it possible that he has smelt the danger, and purposely hidden himself to escape our vengeance ?" "I do not think so. In fact, it is since his departure from Steppaskan that the suspicion has arisen." "Ah, just as I thought," sneered Paul. "If Tataroff himself were about, no one would think of accusing him." At this juncture the conference was dis- turbed by a low tap at the door. Count Volousky rose softly, walked towards it, noiselessly unlocked it. and passed out. He was gone about two minutes. When he returned his comrades saw that something strange had happened. ° "Gentlemen," he said, after he had closed and re-locked the door, "there is a man in the house who desires to be admitted to our presence, to lay before us a matter which he says is of the greatest importance. He brings the highest credentials from the best friends ot our society in this country, and also a private autograph note from Prince Rodolph of Balkistan." "That settles it," remarked Paul. "We don't want to have anything to do with princes and their friends." "I think it settles tt the other way," said Zernow, quietly. "The only enemy we fight is the Khan. Prince Rodolph is an enemy of the Khan, and, therefore, our natural ally. I move that this man be admitted." "Is he a Baikiard ?" demanded Paul. "No. an Islishman." "That makes a difference. Well, I con- sent." "I am of the same opinion," said the presi- dent. and he withdrew to fetch the stranger. Another minute, and Mr. Verriter found himself in the presence of the men whom he had travelled so far to seek. He was surprised at there being so few in number. But he quickly found himself at his ease, and in a few clear sentences ex- plained his mission. "I come here, in the strictest confidence, on behalf of the Prince of Balkistan. The Khan, against whom you are at war, .3eeks to annex Balkistan to his Empire. The means he employs is the assassination of Prince Rodolph. I have come here authorised to conclude with you, if you are willing, an offensive and defensive alliance." "Do you produce any proofs against the Khan ?" "Here is a letter from him to the l^ead of the plotters in Balkistan." The president took the photograph. "This is the handwriting of Nicholas III, he nronounced, a.nd read it aloud. "Where did you get this?"' Verriter described his search in the Bishop's Pa.I ace. "Have you any further documents?" "This—which was found in the same place." The President took it, looked at the sig- nature, and gave a great cry. "What is it?" burst from the other two. "This is from Tataroff Listen '"— And amid breathless silence he read out the famous letter commending to the Khan's friends in Sufarest the man who came to assassinate Prince Rodolph. A stern dreadful look passed across Zernow's face. "This must he sent to Geneva," he said. "After that letter there can be no more doubts. The detective could not understand the 1 sensation he had produced. "Are you so surprised as all that?" he asked. "You do not. mvler&fcand." replied Tolouskjv "The importance of this letter to us is in revealing the true character of a man who has hitherto been regarded with trust by our society. By laying this before us you have done us an immense service, and Prince Ro- dolph may depend on it that he has nut sought our help in vain. He will get no more agents sent to Sufarest bv Ivan Tataroff." "I wish I could be so sure of that. I have reason to believe that there is one such agent there at this moment." "How do you know it?" "Because lie brought with him this brooch." And Verriter explained how he had come into possession of the deadly toy, the mechanism of which he made clear to his listeners. As he laid the brooch down on the table the Fatalist secretary took it up and played with it carelessly. "I should like to know more about this agent," he said. "Can you describe him to us ?" "The name he passes under is Melovitch. He is not very tall, medium figure, dark hair —but there, I have no doubt he is thoroughly disguised, so it seems useless to speak of his beard and his clothes. He set spies upon me, but I shook them off. At least," added the detective, "I thought I had, but I am not so certain as I should like to be." Zernow seemed to be absorbed in thought, as his hand closed tighter over the brooch. "Tell me," he said, "did you happen to notice any peculiarity about the face of this Melovitch ?" The detective knitted his brows. "That is just wha.t has annoyed me." he answered. "There is something out of the way, something unpleasant, but I cannot fix in my mind what it is." The Fatalist committee began to look ex- cited. Zernow pursued his questioning. "Is it anything in connection with his eyes?" "Of course!" burst from Verriter. "You are right. There is a cast in his eyes The secretary slipped the brooch into his pocket, and rose from the table. The other two followed his movements with agitated looks. "Why. who is he?" demanded Verriter, the lifht beginning to break upon him. "Tataroff himself, one of the ablest and most unscrupulous villains the world has ever seen "Great Heaven! And I thought I was dealing with an ordinary police agent. I see ;t all. That was his spy who followed THe when I came here." "How 'was the spy dressed?" It was still Zernow who spoke. "In a great overcoat, plaid trousers, tall hat," hastily reponded Verriter. "Did you notice what he did when you came in?" "Yes. He hailed a passing cab and got into it." The secretary moved towards the door. "He is now on his way to Sufarest. I may be just in time to travel by the same express. Gentlemen. I am sorry we cannot wait for the authority of headquarters, but this is a case of urgency, and I take it upon myself. The moment Tataroff hears that this gentle- man has been with us, he will fly for his life, and we shall never catch him up again." And without stopping to hear another word he strode out of the room. (To be continued).

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