The Illustrious PrinceOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Illustrious Prince
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Princes -- Fiction
“Cautious, Mr. Jacks, cautious!” the Prince remarked smilingly. “It is a
great quality,--a quality which I, too, have learned how to appreciate.
And now for our five minutes’ talk. If I say to you, ‘Return home with
me,’ I think you will remember that unpleasant room of mine, and you
will recollect an important engagement at Scotland Yard. In the clubs
one is always overheard. Walk with me a little way, Mr. Jacks, in St.
James’ Park. We can speak there without fear of interruption. Come!”
He thrust his arm through the detective’s and led him across the street.
Mr. Inspector Jacks was only human, and he yielded without protest. They
passed St. James’ Palace and on to the broad promenade, where there were
few passers-by and no listeners.
“You see, my dear Inspector,” the Prince said, “I am really a sojourner
in your marvellous city not altogether for pleasure. My stay over here
is more in the light of a mission. I have certain arrangements which
I wish to effect for the good of my country. Amongst them is one
concerning which I should like to speak to you.”
“To me, sir?” Inspector Jacks repeated.
The Prince twirled his cane and nodded his head.
“It is a very important matter, Mr. Jacks,” he said. “It is nothing less
than a desire on the part of the city government of Tokio to perfect
thoroughly their police system on the model of yours over here. We are a
progressive nation, you know, Mr. Jacks, but we are also a young nation,
and though I think that we advance all the time, we are still in many
respects a long way behind you. We have no Scotland Yard in Tokio. To be
frank with you, the necessity for such an institution has become a real
thing with us only during the last few years. Do you read history, Mr.
Jacks?”
The Inspector was doubtful.
“I can’t say, sir,” he admitted, “that I have done much reading since I
left school, and that was many years ago.”
“Well,” the Prince said, “it is one of the axioms of history, Mr. Jacks,
that as a country becomes civilized and consequently more prosperous,
there is a corresponding growth in her criminal classes, a corresponding
need for a different state of laws by which to judge them, a different
machinery for checking their growth. We have arrived at that position in
Japan, and in my latest despatches from home comes to me a request that
I send them out a man who shall reorganize our entire police system. I
am a judge of character, Mr. Jacks, and if I can get the man I want,
I do not need to ask my friends at Downing Street to help me. I should
like you to accept that post.”
The Inspector was scarcely prepared for this. He allowed himself to show
some surprise.
“I am very much obliged to you, Prince, for the offer,” he said. “I am
afraid, however, that I should not be competent.”
“That,” the Prince reminded him, “is a risk which we are willing to
take.”
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