The Prince of the Captivity: The Epilogue to a RomanceGrier, Sydney C.
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The Prince of the Captivity: The Epilogue to a Romance
Grier, Sydney C.
Kings and rulers -- Fiction; Political fiction
“I believe not. As far as I could make out, he was trying to escape
along the roof, intending to climb down one of the trees which grew
near the end of the house, when Gregorescu discovered his absence and
turned out the Dardanians. When he saw they were after him, he turned
off to the edge of the roof, intending to drop from it to the back
verandah, and so to the ground; but the parapet was rotten all along,
and a great piece of it fell with him. He struggled up and threw
himself over the edge of the verandah, and actually ran a few steps;
then they saw him give a convulsive leap and fall to the ground. When
they got to him he was dead. The shock and the fall together were too
much for him, after the excitement and anxiety of the past weeks. That
was Gregorescu’s account, and I have no reason to doubt it.”
“No; it’s in accordance with the medical evidence,” said Mr Hicks.
“Death due to shock, bruises inflicted before death; that was all.”
“But it doesn’t explain our finding the body in the river,” said Usk.
“That was to throw you off the scent,” said Cyril quickly. “Didn’t you
all go off to some place on the Mœsian frontier, miles away, to see
whether I was in that neighbourhood? But you didn’t rise to the
occasion as they hoped. You were quite expected to leave Drinitza, and
take up your quarters at Bagnanera.”
“Then you heard something of our movements?”
“Oh yes; they talked quite openly before me, at first to try and catch
me off my guard, and afterwards, when they were quite sure the drug
had taken effect, because there was no reason why they shouldn’t. They
had one more try to make me betray myself when they found Paschics was
dead, telling me of it suddenly, and I had to affect ignorance and
mystification, and go through the whole sickening show over again. It
was so long before Gregorescu was really convinced of my madness that
I suppose, in spite of all my care, I must have failed in some points,
but he seems to have satisfied himself at last that it was more likely
the drug should produce slightly different effects on different people
than that a man should carry on such a deception for so long. Then
came the news of the Neustrian revolution and Malasorte’s
dictatorship, and Soudaroff must have seen immediately that his plans
for making use of me were foiled. In a sense, all that had been done
was useless, except as a matter of personal revenge, and he could not
hope to do any successful trading with me in the future, since his
Emperor had gone behind him and was in league with Malasorte, and
Malasorte was in league with the Jews. I gathered that the plan now
was to smuggle me into Pannonia and leave me in a lunatic asylum
there, to be discovered or not by my friends, as circumstances might
determine----”
“No, sir,” said Mr Hicks quickly; “you were to be discovered. Mlle.
Garanine took the trouble to come here on purpose to give the plan
away to us.”
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