Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
"I also trust it will not be long," he answered. "I have enjoyed my
visit immensely, and you may be sure I shall never forget it as long as
I live."
An hour later the anchor was weighed, and his yacht was steaming out of
the harbor amid the scene of intense enthusiasm. As the Prime Minister
had that afternoon informed him, in the public interest, the excitement
of his departure was dividing the honors of the burglary of the Emperor
of Westphalia’s gold plate.
Carne stood beside his captain on the bridge, watching the little fleet
of yachts until his eyes could no longer distinguish them. Then he
turned to Belton, who had just joined him, and, placing his hand upon
his shoulder, said:
"So much for our life in England, Belton, my friend. It has been
glorious fun, and no one can deny that from a business point of view it
has been eminently satisfactory. You, at least, should have no
regrets."
"None whatever," answered Belton. "But I must confess I should like to
know what they will say when the truth comes out."
Carne smiled sweetly as he answered:
"I think they’ll say that, all things considered, I have won the right
to call myself ’A Prince of Swindlers.’"
THE END.
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