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
‘Suppose I were to tell you that I am acting under the confidential
instructions of my own Emperor, who lacks the courage to put his veto
on the policy of the Grand Dukes?’
‘In that case your object can be attained much more simply. Procure
me a line in the handwriting of Nicholas II. to Francis-Joseph, and I
undertake to deliver it, and to burn it afterwards with my own hand.’
The Russian heaved a sigh of amused resignation.
‘You are too deep for me, M. V----. Very well, then, I will tell
you.’ He bent forward and lowered his voice. ‘Russia is not ready to
strike. A war now would mean the bankruptcy of the Empire. The others
will not believe this, but I know it. I will not have my carefully
laid plans shattered by them, for the sake of a miserable province
like Galicia.
‘I am a statesman, not a pettifogger. With my railways I am reaching
forward to clutch the great Empires of Asia. China is already within
my grasp; India is being drawn closer year by year. When a thousand
millions of men obey the sceptre of the Tsar, these petty European
States will fall like ripe plums into our lap.’
The Russian spoke with real emotion. If I still retained any faint
misgiving, it was not enough to restrain me from accepting the
service required of me.
Within three days I found myself in the palace of Schönbrunn.
Of all my clients Francis-Joseph is the most unapproachable. Modern
ideas of democratic equality find little encouragement in the
Austrian Court. After the friendly bonhomie of the German Kaiser,
and the tactful kindness of the King of England, the Austrian
sovereign’s manner affects one disagreeably: it is like touching a
lump of ice. Yet, according to his lights, the Emperor is gracious
and even cordial, especially to those who approach him in his private
hours.
I found him in his favourite room overlooking the Park. His Majesty
did not invite me to be seated in his presence, an omission which
indicated no unfriendliness.
‘I am pleased to receive you, monsieur,’ he said in a clear, stately
voice. ‘The services you have rendered me entitle you to ask for an
audience, and I have no doubt your reason for seeking it is a proper
one. Be good enough to state it.’
‘I have taken the liberty of asking for this audience in order that I
might offer your Majesty certain information about your forthcoming
abdication.’
The Emperor could not repress a slight start. Lifting his eyebrows,
he gazed at me steadily in the face.
[Illustration: “The Emperor could not repress a slight start.”]
‘I have communicated my _desire_ to abdicate,’ he said with a
significant intonation, ‘to six persons only. Two of them are brother
sovereigns; two are members of my own family; the other two are
the Chancellor of the Empire and the Prime Minister of Hungary.
Through which of them did you receive your information?’
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