Secret History of To-day: Being Revelations of a Diplomatic SpyUpward, Allen
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Secret History of To-day: Being Revelations of a Diplomatic Spy
Upward, Allen
English fiction -- 20th century; Spy stories, English
‘Your Excellency is mistaken,’ the man answered roughly. ‘This place
is nothing at all--only a dumping place for spare wagons. To-morrow
we shall come to a really important town, where much business is
done.’
I gave the fellow my most supercilious stare. Then, pulling out a
note for fifty roubles, I handed it to him, saying haughtily--
‘I am obliged to you for your trouble. Good day.’
He drew back astonished and abashed, and I made my way out of the
station, without once turning to see if I were followed.
Directly I reached the hotel I threw myself on a bed, and slept
soundly for twenty-four hours.
I awoke refreshed and vigorous, and ready to carry out my task with
coolness and resolution. Knowing myself to be in a land where every
second man was a spy, I thought it idle to attempt any concealment of
my actions. I was there as an explorer, and I determined to explore
boldly. If the agents of the Government took it on themselves to stop
me, I knew well enough how to deal with them.
My first step was to ask the landlord of the hotel to recommend me a
guide. The man whom he presented to me was a typical _mouchard_, with
‘spy’ written on every line of his countenance. This was just what I
expected. I engaged him at a liberal salary, and ordered him to fit
out an expedition for a journey of some days into the interior.
‘Where do you want to go?’ the man asked.
‘Where I please,’ I replied sharply. ‘Keep your curiosity to
yourself, or take another master. I want a guide, not a partner.’
This rebuke had the desired effect. The police agent, for such of
course he was, was obliged to come with me on my own terms. Doubtless
he reported me to his bureau as a headstrong man who could not be
controlled by any means save open force.
At the same time I lost no opportunity of impressing the authorities
with my assumed character. The Prefect of the town called on me,
and I explained to him that Siberia was regarded in Paris as one of
the richest mineral regions of the earth, and that I was merely the
pioneer of a swarm of prospectors who would be invading it before
long. I made his mouth water as I talked of shares and syndicates,
and conveyed to him that by a judicious use of his opportunities he
might become one of the millionaires of the future.
To the westward of the town, in the direction from which the train
had brought me, there was visible a range of low hills, a conspicuous
landmark in the desolate plain. It was towards these hills that I
ordered my guide to conduct me, as soon as the preparations for the
march were completed.
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