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THE PRINCE OF B ALKIST AN,

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THE PRINCE OF B ALKIST AN, 'STORY OF THE ATTEMPTS ON THE LIFE OF A PRINCE. By Mr. ALLEN UPWARD, CHAPTER XIII. THIRD STAGE OF THE STRUGGLE. On the evening of the day which was to witness the return of Count Halstein from ilia journey to Island, Mr. Verriter sauntered leisurely out of his hotel. Standing for a few moments on the pave- ment, he glanced around, and in a doorway a little lower down on the opposite side of the street caught sight of a crouching tigure. He first frowned, and then laughed. "It is the same fellow that followed me this morning," he said to himself. "The fools are actually having me shadowed. This must be the work of the bishop's Tartar friend. I ought to know more about that man. There was something about his face which jarred on me, but for the life of me I can't think what it was. Well, it is a nuisance to have to take so much trouble, but there is no help for it; I cannot let them dog my move- ments in this way. It is too absurd. He set off at a slow and stately pace down the street, and had the satisfaction of hear- ing the man who was watching him come out of his lurking-place and potter along in the rear. Verriter walked on till he reached a gun- smith's shop, entered it, and purchased a handsome seven-chambered revolver. Having farther procured a box ol cartridges, he coollv proceeded to load every chamber of the weapon in the shop, to the amazement of the proprietor, who knew the American financier by sight, and wondered whether he was going on a lynching expedition, after the manner of his countrymen. The proprietor did not notice a pair of black beady eyes peering through the window, and devouring every detail of the American's extraordinary behaviour. But that gentleman was more observant. Issuing from the shop, he strolled back ;1\ the direction of his hotei. When he got within sight of the entrance he pulled up jShort, and the shadow almost knocked against him. Verriter instantly drew his revolver, and levelled it at the fellow's head. A glance served to show him that he was dealing with a surly brute of a low order of intelligence, and he chose his words accordingly: "How dare you follow me!" he exclaimed, with the addition of several powerful Balkiard oaths. "If ever I catch sight of your dog's iace again I will let you have the whole icven bullets. Run The creature needed no second bidding. 3e turned and fled for his life. But Mr. Verriter was determined in future o take every possible precaution. It was juite clear he was an object of suspicion, and ae knew well that his enemies were not men 40 stick at trifles. He entered the hotel, went upstairs, and in half an hour hid affected an utter change in appearance. It was not Ezekiel P. Baxter, the American millionaire; it was a waiter from the cafe, dressed to go out, who emerged from the hotel the second time, and proceeded ao a fast walk in the direction of the palace. This time he was not followed. Ent; his heart gave a great leap as he nasjjd the doorway already referred to, and perceived another shadow lurking within. Already his adversaries had been informed of the fate of their first agent, and had provided another in its place. He realised for the first time the greatness of his danger, and his own words came back to him, the words he had spoken when accept- ing this enterprise—"If the Tartar police should find I was on their track, of course they would have me assassinated." But the discovery did not more than a moment affect the serene courage which was the Islishman's leading characteristic. Not a sign of emotion was visible in either face or manner as he made his way to the railway station, at which Count Halstein was ex- pected to arrive. The time spent in elaborating his disguise had ma,de the detective a little late, and the train had rolled into the station before he got there. But he was in time to intercept the Count as he stepped into the carriage in waiting to convey him to the palace. "Cui bono," he whispered in the Count's 'sar, falling back on the old watchward. "Take lIe with you to the palace." Instantly understanding that there was serious in the wind. the Count, with admirable coolness, assumed the air of having expected the meeting. "Step in after me." he said aloud, for the benefit of the coachman. And they got in together. A glance at Halstein's face was enough to show Verriter what had been the result of his mission. He wore a look of ineffable weariness and despondency. And, indeed, he was greatly fatigued by the amount of tra- velling which he had got through in the short time he had been away. Nothing was said until they reached the palace and were safe in the Prince's cabinet. Then Halstein related in a few brief, bitter sentences the result of his appeal to state- craft. The great nation, whose sympathies jrere most likely to be with them, had refused Its aid almost without a hearing, thanks to its absorption in the sacred interests-of Ierne. It was a humiliation. Clearly there was nothing further to be done. Then Verriter took up his tale, and began by relating his evening's experiences. Prince Rodolph was deeply moved. "My noble fellow, you are risking your ii:> in my service," he said, "but I have no right to expose you to further danger. You have done your share, and must now look out for your own safety." "I shall do that, your Highness may de- pend, but I shan't go back from this iob till I have done what I started to do. How- ever. my work here is over for the present; and my next step must be to go to Switze"- land and put myself in communication with the Fatalists." "I accept your offer. I will say nothing about thanks at present. But at least vcu will not refuse to wear this ring in token of my friendship. And he drew a costly diamond off ;8 finger and presented it to the detective. Mr. Verriter tried to hide his emotion at this graceful act. Uttering a few words of thanks, he took the ring, and then said: "But it is your Highness's life which is in danger far more than mine. A special agent of the Tartar police has recently arrived ) ere. and is now staying at the bishop's palace; and I have reason to believe that he has come here with the sole mission of carrying »ut your assassination. Exclamations of horror escaped the Prince and his secretary. "How did you find out this ?" asked the former. The detective briefly described the scene rf a dav or two before. "Your Highness may depend on it." le jonduded. "that this Melovitcli, as he i- called, had just killed the dog by means of the brooch which I saw lyinsr on the + ible and that he had done so in order to illustr-ir,? its fatal powers to the bishop. That brooch was not manufactured to kill dogs with, It was meant for yon." Rodolph could not suppress a s^ht shudder. "And this brooch ?" "Is here." said Mr. Verriter calmly, t.iki"g It from his pocket and laying it upon the table. Rodolpb and the Count both rose to their feet with a simultaneous cry, and Vert over the murderous object. "There is no need to sacrifice another dog to explain its working," remarked the detec- tive. "But I have ascertained for myself the princinle nnwnich it j", ('onstrl1ctpd." And he described it to his fascinated hearers. "But you have not told ns how vou con- trived to get possession of it." said the Prince. "That was comparatively ensv. I Iwd a similar brooch, as far as outward amyearanee is concerned. hr me, and I went straight from the pala.ee to f»tcl< t., tbinVin* tl e/v >r*s no time to be lost. When I got back I was in. formed that tho Tii*hor> held b^en suddenly taken unwell—I did not wonder at that— and could not receive me. T "t once asked to see hIs chaplain. The chaplain came, and J saw that he was the same wllo had bribed me in the affair of the ciboriu"1. Naturally, I concluded that he would be wil- ling enough to take a bribe himself. As vnur Highness may have observed, the priesthood "8 a. class are totally destitute of the sense of 'bonxM|jv_JIh.e_ "Wiiole aim, of Jthiii^jaducatitm. is to root it out, and replace it by the senti- ment of devotion to their church. If I had asked this rascal to do anything jhat he con- sidered against his religion, 1 daresay he would have refused. But when I pretended to be a connoisseur in jewels, and ottered him a, handsome sum if he could procure me a loan for a. short time, unknown to anybody, of the Bisnop s new broocli, which 1 pretended he had been offering to sell me just before, I had no difficulty. He brought it round to me yes- ter c'ay. I kept him waiting half an hour for form's sake, and then sent him. ba.ck with the other brooch. He must have noticed the substitution, but ho pocketed his money, and made no remark." "Mr. Verriter, I despair of re-paying such services a.3; yuurs," exclaimed the Prince. ■'What do you propose to do with this thing now?" "I shall take it to the Fatalists, along with the photographed letters. It is part of our case. In the meantime I entreat your High- ness to lea.ve Sufarest to-morrow. The men who prepared this broocli will not rest there. Every hour you remain is dangerous." "I will do as you desire," answered Rodolph. "I d'o not see why I should needlessly give chances to these assassins, and I will go away for a short time, in the hope that you will succeed in disturbing their plans before I come bacK. He stopped and sighed to himself —"But of what use is it going there? I cannot expect Mathilde to share a life like this." Further conversation followed on the steps ":0 be taken by Verriter, acting on the Prince's behalf, anu then the detective slipped out of the palace, and returned to his hotel. The same figure was still crouching in the doorway, watching with sleepless eyes for the appearance of the American Baxter. "Watch away, my tine fellow, said Ver- riter to himself, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I shall be far enough away from you to- morrow." He went up to his rooms and began to make his preparations. In the Palace of Sufarest, Prince Rodolph was engaged in doing the same thing at the same time. Immediately on the detective's leaving him. he had sent for M. Karkchulov to make that gentleman acquainted with his approaching departure. In less than half-an-hour the mes- senger returned, bringing the Minister with him. Late as it wa-s, M. Karkchulov had lost not a moment in responding to the summons. He had been conscious for some time that something was going on behind the scenes, and he felt disposed to take his master to task for withholding confidence from his con- stitutional advisers. He found Kodolph in his cabinet, busily sort- ing some papers. Count Halstein was not present. "Good evening, M. Karkchulov," was the Prince's greeting. "I sent for you to tell you that i propose leaving Sufarest to-morrow for a short time. I am going on a visit to the Count de Blois, my uncle." M. iKarkchulov's faoe assumed a. sullen expression. "That is rather an important step for your Highness to take without consulting a.ny of the Ministry. Some of us are beginning to feel that we no longer enjoy that amount of confidence from your Highness which is necessary to enable us to properly discharge our duties. "My dear M. Karkchulov. I am sorry to hear you talk in such a strain. So far as I know only one topic of disagreement has arisen between us. namely, the attempts on my life instigated by Tartarv, and it is partly on this account that I am making this pur- ney." The Minister at once assumed a tone of superiority: — "Your Highness is quite wrong, if 1 may be permitted to say so, in taking that matter so seriously. The Minister of Police has just received convincing evidence that ?1 e man who fired at you is an escaped lunatic 1rom a State asylum in Tartarv, and he was com<n? to the palace to-morrow v to ask your dire^x ons as to handinsr him over to the Tartar authori- ties. Your Highness has not the least reason to fear any repetition of the attack." "Indeed Let me tell you. sir, that I ha* this evening in this very room teen and handled an infernal contrivance, brought here within the last few days from Steppaslon, for the express purpose of murdering rle." The. Minister wa.s struck dumb. His assurance had temporarily deserted limo Prince Rodolph pursued his advantige. "If I had relied on your police I misrfit be dead at this moment. Fortunately, I trusted to mv own instinct, which warned me of ,he truth with regard to the Simski affair, and I have provided myself with an efficient pro- tector." "Poet? vour Highness persist, then, m con- necting: that man with the Ta.rt.ar G-oveyn- inent?" questioned M. Karkchulov, beginning to feel uncertain as to his ground. For answer, the Prince drew forth the copy of Tataroff's letter, and handed it to his Minister. "Bead *hnt. sir. and do not wonder that 1 am not the dune of the stories concocted by the Tartar authorities." M. Karkchulov read the letter and collapsed He had just enough obstinacy left for one more question— „ "Mav I ask whence this photograph was taken?" i "If you like to enter the episcopal palace sro into Monsignor Stefan's private oratory, take off the lid of the ciborium on the altar, pull the upper and lower parts asunder, you will find the original. And, possibly, some- thing more." This time M. Karkchulov looked fairly aghast. ui j I, '*Is it TKJflsible?" hf exclaimed. Ana the Chief of Police had the impudence to assert that notiiinsr had been discovered! "He found nothing," returned the Prince sarcastically, "except, perhaps, some little golden keepsakes which he did not think it worth while to mention." "Ah, I see it aï. This was the work of the detective from Wien. I wondered what had become of him. And he is still in Sufarest? "He has just left me. after showing me the contrivance I have spoken of." M. Karkchulov madie no effort to speak further. He felt he had made some hideous blunders, and been hopelessly outdone in sacfacity by the young man Iw? had presumed to lecture.. But Rodolph. with the happy urbanity which constitutes half the art of modern royalty, strove to take away the sting of his Minister's defeat. "Do nor !et us think anything more about these disagreeable incidents," he said sooth- ingly. "As r said some time a«o, I regard my personal safety as nir own private affair which I am justified in looking after bv myself. But I want to consult you, and through vou the rest of the Ministry, about a very different matter. You have, before now. hinted to me that it would strengthen my position here if I were to marry." M. Karkdiulov's face brightened Up. "Ah, yes! If your Highness would ouly do that wc should feel secure. There has been a rumour about the city this very week that you were likely to form an alliance, a.nd it has caused the utmost satisfaction. I can think of no step which would do more to settle the country and improve trade." "Thanks. I am glad you take that position. I hope that you will feel equal satisfaction with the. name of the Princess whom J have in mv mind. Of course, nothing is settled yet. no formal overtures have heen made, but if lean only secure her consent, I propose to offer Il1,V ha.nd to my cousin—" "The Princess Mathilde crifd the Minister, in a transport of enthusiasm. "The very name that the populace hare been eagerly whisper- ing. Ah. vour Highness little knows what jov this will cause, should the marriage take place. And if it is foTlowed by «h-e birth of an heir. we may hid defiance tc the Khan and his instruments!" In his enthusiasm the Prime Minister forgo* his ordinary prudence, and allowfd Rodolph to see that after all he was a patriot, and that want of courage, rather than want of sympathy, had heid him back so long from any open demonstration against the intrigues of Tar- tarv. The rpvelation came as a comforting stimulus to Rodolph, as he was abcut to start OIl his all important quest. He felt that the dark clouds which had surrounded his pathway were beginning to lift, and that bevond them lay the prospect of a. bright and happy future. H 1'\ put, out IIi" hand with a generous im- pulse. and grasped that of the Balkiard. "We 1 ave misunderAood each other, M. Karkchulov," he said, heartily. "I see that. after all. our hopes and our objects are the same, and I hope that for the future we shall bo able to work together with mutual confi- dence. I will telegraph to you as soon as I have any news. Good-bye." And the next morning he was on his way. The Princess Claudine had consented to arHiou.panv him. and they discussed their plans upon the journey. It was agreed that, while Rodolph sought to win the consent of Mathilde, his mother should lay siege to the Count de Blois. The Princess felt that she was undertaking the harder task of the two. but even she did not anticipate so much difficulty as she ac- tually found. When she first broached the subject-, indeed, the count met her with a flat negative, and refused even to listen to anv argument ori the subject. This was on the day after their arrival at the Cast.e. The first evening had been given ut to discussing the situation in Gallace, and the poor dreamer's chances of gaining that orown which ever floated before his eyes, but never came within reach of his grasp. A .severe blow had just been struck at his party from the _source_jrfi«ace Jb#_)u4_JeaaL expected it, namely, the Church of which his family had for centuries been the devoted champions. The head of this Church, wearied of perpetual discord, in the interest of a. decaying cause, with a Government which seemed firmly established, had just held out the olive leaf, by publicly enjoining the clerical element in Gallace to render loyal allegiance to the existing institutions of the country. Faithful to the decree, half the count's adherents had forsaken tfu-ir attitidt; of hostility, thereby splitting up his already meagre following, and reducing him to a position little stronger than that of the last of the Stuai-M when the Tories went over in a body at the accession of George III. The Count, in spite of his sincere piety, did not hesitate to attribute this policy to the lowest possible motives. "The Patriarch is a fool," he said bitterly to Claudine. "He thinks the present Government will support him in his insane project of reco- vering the States of th.3 Church. As if that could ever happen, no matter what efforts he made He hopes to get Tartary and Gallace to take up the question, and then, by detaching Eastria from the Triple Alliance, he thinks the other Powers will have to submit. Such wild ideas are out of harmony with the age. Why reti not, tho Patriarch abandon his absurd chimera, and us3 his influence towards some practical end?" Poor man, he did not see what a bitter appli- cation his remarks might have to his own am- bitions. equally vain and futile with those at which he sneered. Claudine was too skilful a diplomatist not to humour him. She sought to turn tho discussion to Rodolph's advantage. "The Patriarch must be taught that it is only by keeping faitliful to the monarchic; tradition that he has any chance of maintaining himself, and adding to the power of the Church." she observed. "He will find that his desertion of our family injures him with all the legitimate rulers. The Kaiser of Eastria will not approve of it. And, as far as Balms tan is concerned, he may give up all hope of the Balkiard Church recognising his supremacy. Rodolph will resent this business as much as you do." The deluded claimant took this as a matter of course, and continued to weary his sister for some time longer with complaints of the various Powers who showed such a strange indifference to his cause, and of the members of his party in Gallace who had so shamefully fallen off at the word of i he Patriarch. Her eyes being opened as they had never been before, by the manly words of her son before they left Sufa- rest, even Claudine began to tire of monoto- nous castle-building in the air, and to per- cc ive, some of the hollowness and absurdity of the intrigues to which she had devoted so much of her career. (To be continued.)

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