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Vanslyperken then took his bag of money, made his bow, and departed, and
Ramsay commenced reading over the letters received from his friends.
Mynheer Van Krause observed Vanslyperken as he was leaving the house,
and immediately hastened to Ramsay's room to inquire the news. A
portion of the contents of the despatches were made known to him, and
the syndic was very soon afterwards seen to walk out, leaving his people
to mark and tally the bales which were hoisting out from a vessel in the
canal. The fact was, that Mynheer Van Krause was so anxious to get rid
of his secret, that he could not contain himself any longer, and had set
off to communicate to one of the authorities what he had obtained.
"But from whence did you receive this intelligence, Mynheer Krause?"
demanded the other. "The despatches have not yet been opened; we are
waiting for Mynheer Van Wejen. I suppose we shall learn something
there. You knew all before we did, when the cutter arrived last time.
You must have some important friends at the English court, Mynheer Van
Krause."
Here Mynheer Van Krause nodded his head, and looked very knowing, and
shortly afterwards took his leave.
But this particular friend of Mynheer Krause was also his particular
enemy. Krause had lately imparted secrets which were supposed to be
known and entrusted to none but those in the entire confidence of the
Government. How could he have obtained them unless by the treachery of
some one at home; and why should Mynheer Krause, who was not trusted by
the Government there, notwithstanding his high civil office, because he
were known to be unsafe, be trusted by some one at home, unless it were
for treacherous purposes? So argued Mr Krause's most particular
friend, who thought it proper to make known his opinions on the subject,
and to submit to the other authorities whether this was not a fair
subject for representation in their next despatches to England; and, in
consequence of his suggestion, the representation was duly made.
Mynheer Krause was not the first person whose tongue had got him into
difficulties.
So soon as Vanslyperken had delivered his despatches to Ramsay, he
proceeded to the widow Vandersloosh, when, as usual, he was received
with every apparent mark of cordial welcome, was again installed on the
little sofa, and again drank the beer of the widow's own brewing, and
was permitted to take her fat hand. Babette inquired after the
corporal, and, when rallied by the lieutenant, appeared to blush, and
turned her head away. The widow also assisted in the play, and declared
that it should be a match, and that Babette and herself should be
married on the same day. As the evening drew nigh, Vanslyperken took
his leave, and went on board, giving permission to the corporal to go on
shore, and very soon the corporal was installed in his place.
This is a sad world of treachery and deceit.
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.
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