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
“Why, that’s easy,” Mr. Coulson replied. “You may have heard of my
firm, The Coulson & Bruce Company of Jersey City. I’m at the head of a
syndicate that’s controlling some very valuable patents which we want to
exploit on this side and in Paris. Now my people don’t exactly know how
we stand under this new patent bill of Mr. Lloyd George’s. Accordingly
they wrote across to Mr. Blaine-Harvey, putting the matter to him, and
asking him to give me his opinion the moment I arrived on this side. You
see, it was no use our entering into contracts if we had to build the
plant and make the stuff over here. We didn’t stand any earthly show of
making it pay that way. Well, Mr. Harvey cabled out that I was just to
let him know the moment I landed, and before I opened up any business.
Sure enough, I called him up on the telephone, an hour or so after I got
here, and this young man came round. I can tell you he was all right,
too,--a fine, upstanding young fellow, and as bright as they make em.
He brought a written opinion with him as to how the law would affect our
proceedings. I’ve got it in my room if you’d care to see it?”
Mr. Jacks listened to his companion’s words with unchanged face.
“If it isn’t troubling you,” he said, “it would be of some interest to
me.”
Mr. Coulson rose to his feet.
“You sit right here,” he declared. “I’ll be back in less than five
minutes.”
Mr. Coulson was as good as his word. In less than the time mentioned he
was seated again by his companion’s side with a square sheet of foolscap
spread out upon the round table. The Inspector ran it through hurriedly.
The paper was stamped American Embassy,’ and it was the digest of
several opinions as to the effect of the new patent law upon the import
of articles manufactured under processes controlled by the Coulson &
Bruce syndicate. At the end there were a few lines in the Ambassador’s
own handwriting, summing up the situation. Mr. Coulson produced another
packet of letters and documents.
“If you’ve an hour or so to spare, Mr. Jacks,” he said, “I’d like to go
right into this with you, if it would interest you any. It’s my business
over here, so naturally I am glad enough of an opportunity to talk it
over.”
Mr. Jacks passed back the paper promptly.
“I am extremely obliged to you,” he said. “I am sure I should find it
most interesting. Another time I should be very glad indeed to look
through those specifications, but just now I have this affair of my
own rather on my mind. About this Mr. Richard Vanderpole, Mr. Coulson,
then,” he added. “Do I understand that this young man came to you as a
complete stranger?”
“Absolutely,” Mr. Coulson answered. “I never saw him before in my life.
As decent a young chap as ever I met with, all the same,” he went on,
“and comes of a good American stock, too. They tell me there’s going to
be an inquest and that I shall be summoned, but I know nothing more than
what I’ve told you. If I did, you’d be welcome to it.”
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