Detective and mystery stories; Forensic scientists -- Fiction
“But what do you suggest, sir? Do you accuse some one?”
“Not my function. That pin was driven at your brother’s heart by some
one. Can you tell me any more, sir?”
The Archduke buried his face in his hands. “I will not believe it,”
he muttered--“I will not believe it.” After a little he controlled
himself. “Gentlemen, you have a right to my confidence. I will tell
you everything. I trust you to do all that is possible for my poor
brother and for the honour of our family, which to him, as to me, is
dearer than life. You know that he is the heir to the throne of
Bohemia. My uncle, the Emperor, has long been vexed with his living
in England. I came here to persuade my brother to go back to his
country. My poor brother had made his home here at the wish of the
Archduchess, who dislikes the duties of royalty. He was passionately,
madly, in love with her. But, alas! in these love marriages there is
often difficulty. They were not of the same mind upon many things,
and the Archduchess is of a vehement temper. I fear--but you will
forgive me if I say no more. I take one small thing. My brother loved
to go walking. The Archduchess is passionately fond of her motor-car,
drives it herself, loves wild speed. My brother detested motor-cars.
I fear that my coming gave them cause for fresh quarrels. My brother
was ready to go back to Bohemia. The Archduchess was violently
opposed to it. I confess to you, gentlemen, I have feared some
scandal, some madness. I thought she would leave him. But this--it is
appalling.”
“The Archduchess was out in her motor-car tonight?” Sir Lawson said.
“Yes. Yes. It is true. But this--must we think it?”
“We have to think of nothing but our duty to our patient,” said Sir
Lawson.
The Archduke grasped his hand. “You are right. I thank you. I shall
not forget your fidelity.”
The Archduchess whirled into the room. She, as Reggie remarked, had
not cared to change her clothes. She had not even touched her hair,
which was escaping in a wild disorder from under her hat. “They will
not let me see him,” she cried. “Leopold----”
“It is by my instructions, madame,” Sir Lawson said. “I am
responsible for the Archduke’s safety.”
She bit her lip. “Is he so hurt?” she said unsteadily.
“He lies in very grave danger, madame. I permit no one in his room.”
She stared at him, her throat quivering, her great eyes bold and
bright. Then with a little shrug she turned away and, plucking at the
gold things which jingled from her waist, took out a cigarette and
lit it. Reggie saw one of those foreign matches with the violet heads.
Sir Lawson made his bow, and Reggie went with him to his car. “Why
did you tell them that the Archduke was in grave danger?” he said.
“He’ll be safer if they believe he is going to die,” said Sir Lawson.
“Oh, do you think so?” said Reggie, as the car shot away.
Then he made an excellent supper and slept sound.
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