Detective and mystery stories; Women journalists -- Fiction
“Surely you don’t mean, madame, that the Government of England would
descend to burglary, robbery--yes, and murder, even, for the poor
soldiers who guarded the treasure were as effectually murdered as if
they had been assassinated in the street? You don’t imagine that the
British Government would stoop to such deeds as these?”
The old lady shook her head wisely.
“By the time you are my age, my dear, and have seen as much of politics
as I have, you will know that Governments stop at nothing to accomplish
their ends. No private association of thieves could have laid such plans
as would have done away with two hundred millions of florins in gold,
unless they had not only ample resources, but also a master brain to
direct them. Nations hesitate at nothing where their interests are
concerned. It was to the interest of no other Empire but England to
deplete Austria at this moment, and see how complete her machinations
are. No nation trusts another, and if Austria had proof that England is
at the bottom of this robbery, she dare not say anything, because her
war chest is empty. Then, again, she cannot allow either Germany or
Russia to know how effectually she has been robbed, for no one could
tell what either of these nations might do under the circumstances. The
Government fears to let even its own people know what has happened. It
is a stroke of vengeance marvellous in its finality. Austria is
crippled for years to come, unless she finds the stolen gold on her own
territory.”
The old lady had worked herself up into such a state of excitement
during her recital that she did not notice that most of her companion
visitors had taken their leave, and when the Princess approached the
two, she arose with some trepidation.
“My dear Princess,” she said, “your tea has been so good, and the
company of your young compatriot has been so charming, that I have done
nothing but chatter, chatter, chatter away about things which should
only be spoken of under one’s breath, and now I must hurry away. May I
venture to hope that you will honour me with your presence at one of my
receptions if I send you a card?”
“I shall be delighted to do so,” replied the Princess, with that
gracious condescension which became her so well.
The garrulous old lady was the last to take her leave, and when the
Princess was left alone with her guest, she cried,--
“Jennie, I have found out absolutely nothing, what have you discovered?”
“Everything!” replied the girl, walking up and down the floor in
excitement over the unearthing of such a bonanza of news.
“You don’t tell me so! Now do sit down and let me know the full
particulars at once.”
When Jennie’s exciting story was finished she said,--
“You see, this robbery explains why the Premier did not follow up his
warlike speech. The police seem to think that England has had a hand in
this robbery, but of course that is absurd.”
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