Science fiction; Speculative fiction; United States -- Politics and government -- Fiction
IN THE CHANCELLERIE
“His Excellency, the Chancellor, desires to see Miss Brandon upon
official business and alone,” said the messenger.
“You will wait for me, Trixy?” asked Dorothy of her companion.
“I have a letter to send off, dear,” answered Beatrice, “and I will go
to your desk and write it. I suppose you will be back to me before I
have finished.”
“Yes, yes,” assented Dorothy, with preoccupied air, as she turned to
the messenger and indicated her readiness to follow him.
Lord Ashley received her in the main room of the Chancellerie. The
messenger who ushered her in withdrew, and they were alone.
Lord Ashley advanced with deferential courtesy to receive her and led
her to a seat at the head of a long, highly-polished table in the
centre of the room. He drew up a chair and seated himself at the side
of the table, in order to bring himself almost face to face with her.
“I must beg your forgiveness, Miss Brandon,” he began, “for having thus
hastily asked your attendance. I trust you will not regret too much
having missed the pleasures of the garden-party.”
“I confess,” answered Dorothy, “I was astonished upon learning the
urgency of your summons and quite unable to guess its cause. Even now
I--”
“You are still at a loss,” rejoined Lord Ashley promptly, as she
hesitated. “It may be summed up in two words--official business.”
“Official business!” repeated Dorothy. “So the message said. But what
possible connection can there be between me and the official business
of the Chancellerie?”
“It does seem peculiar, doesn’t it?” laughed Lord Ashley pleasantly,
“but that is precisely what I am about to explain to you. There is
a matter regarding which you can, perhaps, furnish me with some
information--information which has only an indirect bearing, no doubt,
but which may possibly be of some value to His Majesty’s Government.”
“Indeed? To what does this matter relate?”
“It is connected with the recent disappearance of Captain Stanley
Mortimer.”
Dorothy started and perceptibly changed color.
“You astonish me!” she exclaimed. “In what way can I possibly assist
you in this?”
“You remember the occasion of the last Court ball?” asked Lord Ashley.
“Yes.”
“That night was also the occasion of the wounding of Captain Swords and
of the disappearance of Captain Mortimer, as you will recall.”
“Yes.”
“The last known appearance in public of Captain Mortimer,” continued
Lord Ashley, “was at the ball, where he had the honor of dancing with
you.”
“Yes, he danced with me.”
“After which,” resumed Lord Ashley, “you both made the customary
promenade and conversed together.”
“We passed into the royal conservatory.”
“So that,” said Lord Ashley, with a pleasant smile, “you are the last
person with whom Captain Mortimer is known to have been seen on that
eventful night.”
“I was not aware of that.”
“Such is the case, however.”
“Well, even so, what then----?”
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