The Great ImpersonationOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Great Impersonation
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Spy stories
“Von Ragastein,” he said, “I desire to refer back for a moment to our
conversation the other day.”
Dominey shook his head and glanced behind.
“I know only one name here, Prince.”
“Dominey, then. I will confess that you play and carry the part through
perfectly. I have known English gentlemen all my life, and you have
the trick of the thing. But listen. I have already told you of my
disapproval of this scheme in which you are the central figure.”
“It is understood,” Dominey assented.
“That,” the Prince continued, “is a personal matter. What I am now going
to say to you is official. I had despatches from Berlin last night. They
concern you.”
Dominey seemed to stiffen a little.
“Well?”
“I am given to understand,” the Ambassador continued, “that you
practically exist only in the event of that catastrophe which I, for
one, cannot foresee. I am assured that if your exposé should take place
at any time, your personation will be regarded as a private enterprise,
and there is nothing whatever to connect you with any political work.”
“Up to the present that is absolutely so,” Dominey agreed.
“I am further advised to look upon you as my unnamed and unsuspected
successor here, in the event of war. For that reason I am begged to
inaugurate terms of intimacy with you, to treat you with the utmost
confidence, and, if the black end should come, to leave in your hands
all such unfulfilled work as can be continued in secrecy and silence. I
perhaps express myself in a somewhat confused manner.”
“I understand perfectly,” Dominey replied. “The authorities have changed
their first idea as to my presence here. They want to keep every shadow
of suspicion away from me, so that in the event of war I shall have
an absolutely unique position, an unsuspected yet fervently patriotic
German, living hand in glove with the upper classes of English Society.
One can well imagine that there would be work for me.”
“Our understanding is mutual,” Terniloff declared. “What I have to say
to you, therefore, is that I hope you will soon follow us to London
and give me the opportunity of offering you the constant hospitality of
Carlton House Gardens.”
“You are very kind, Prince,” Dominey said. “My instructions are, as soon
as I have consolidated my position here--an event which I fancy I may
consider attained--to establish myself in London and to await orders. I
trust that amongst other things you will then permit me to examine the
memoirs you spoke of the other day.”
“Naturally, and with the utmost pleasure,” the Ambassador assented.
“They are a faithful record of my interviews and negotiations with
certain Ministers here, and they reflect a desire and intention for
peace which will, I think, amaze you. I venture now upon a somewhat
delicate question,” he continued, changing the subject of their
conversation abruptly, as they turned back along the terrace. “Lady
Dominey will accompany you?”
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