Fantasy fiction, English; Paranormal fiction, English
I need not attempt to give all the details of the matter with which I
was entrusted. Indeed, to "lay" readers it would be impossible. Suffice
it to say, the whole concerned a patent--that of a very remarkable and
wonderful invention, which it was hoped and believed the Governments
of both countries would take up. But to secure this being done in a
thoroughly satisfactory manner it was necessary that our firm should go
about it in concert with an English house of first-rate standing. To
this house--the firm of Messrs. Bluestone and Fagg I will call them--I
was to be sent with full explanations. And the next half-hour or more
passed in my superiors going minutely into the details, so as to satisfy
themselves that I understood. The mastering of the whole was not
difficult, for I was well grounded technically; and like many of the
best things the idea was essentially simple, and the diagrams were
perfect. When the explanations were over, and my instructions duly
noted, I began to gather together the various sheets, which were all
numbered. But, to my surprise, Herr Gerhardt, looking over me, withdrew
two of the most important diagrams, without which the others were
valueless, because inexplicable.
"Stay," he said; "these two, Ludwig, must be kept separate. These we
send to-day, by registered post, direct to Bluestone and Fagg. They
will receive them a day before they see you, and with them a letter
announcing your arrival."
I looked up in some disappointment. I had known of precautions of the
kind being taken, but usually when the employé sent was less reliable
than I believed myself to be. Still, I scarcely dared to demur.
"Do you think that necessary?" I said respectfully. "I can assure you
that from the moment you entrust me with the papers they shall never
quit me day or night. And if there were any postal delay--you say time
is valuable in this case--or if the papers were stolen in the
transit--such things have happened--my whole mission would be
worthless."
"We do not doubt your zeal and discretion, my good Schmidt," said Herr
Gerhardt. "But in this case we must take even extra precautions. I
had not meant to tell you, fearing to add to the certain amount of
nervousness and strain unavoidable in such a case, but still, perhaps
it is best that you should know that we _have_ reason for some special
anxiety. It has been hinted to us that some breath of this"--and he
tapped the papers--"has reached those who are always on the watch for
such things. We cannot be too careful."
"And yet," I persisted, "you would trust the post?"
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