ТОП просматриваемых книг сайта:
The International Spy. Upward Allen
Читать онлайн.Название The International Spy
Год выпуска 0
isbn
Автор произведения Upward Allen
Жанр Зарубежная классика
Издательство Public Domain
“But this man – how can he be obtained?”
“At present he is retained in our secret service. I must not conceal from you that he is partly a Pole by descent, and as such he has no love for your Empire. But if it were made clear to him that in serving you he was serving us, and defeating the designs of the anti-popular and despotic clique at your Court, I feel sure he would consent to place himself at your disposal.”
The Eastern Empress listened intently to her sister’s words. At the close she said,
“Thank you. I will try this man, if you can prevail on him to come to me. What is his name?”
“I expect you must have heard of him already, It is – ”
“Monsieur V – ?”
The second Empress nodded.
No more was said.
The two imperial figures passed away along the terrace, silhouetted against the red and stormy sunset sky, like two ministering spirits of peace brooding over a battleground of blood.
CHAPTER I
THE INSTRUCTIONS OF MONSIEUR V —
The great monarch by whose gracious command I write this narrative has given me his permission to preface it with the following remarkable document:
Minute: It is considered that it cannot but promote the cause of peace and good understanding between the British and Russian Governments if Monsieur V – be authorized to relate in the columns of some publication enjoying a wide circulation, the steps by which he was enabled to throw light on the occurrences in the North Sea.
In addition, I desire to state for the benefit of those who profess to see some impropriety in the introduction of real names into a narrative of this kind, that objections precisely similar to theirs were long ago raised, and long ago disposed of, in the case of Parliamentary reports, newspaper articles, society papers, and comic publications of all kinds; and, further, that I have never received the slightest intimation that my literary methods were displeasing to the illustrious personages whom my narratives are intended to honor.
With this apology I may be permitted to proceed.
On a certain day in the winter which preceded the outbreak of war between Russia and Japan, I received a summons to Buckingham Palace, London, to interview the Marquis of Bedale.
I am unable to fix the precise date, as I have forsworn the dangerous practice of keeping a diary ever since the head of the French police convinced me that he had deciphered a code telegram of mine to the Emperor of Morocco.
The Marquis and I were old friends, and, anticipating that I should find myself required to start immediately on some mission which might involve a long absence from my headquarters in Paris, I took my confidential secretary with me as far as the British capital, utilizing the time taken by the journey in instructing him how to deal with the various affairs I had in hand.
I had just finished explaining to him the delicate character of the negotiation then pending between the new King of Servia and Prince Ferdinand of Bulgaria, when the train rolled into Charing Cross.
Not wishing any one, however high in my confidence, to know too much of my movements, I ordered him to remain seated in the railway carriage, while I slipped out of the station and into the closed brougham for which I had telegraphed from Dover.
I had said in the wire that I wished to be driven to a hotel in Piccadilly. It was not till I found myself in Cockspur Street that I pulled the check-string, and ordered the coachman to take me to Buckingham Palace.
I mention these details in order to show that my precautions to insure secrecy are always of the most thorough character, so that, in fact, it would be quite impossible for any one to unveil my proceedings unless I voluntarily opened my lips.
The instructions which I received from Lord Bedale were brief and to the point:
“You are aware, of course, Monsieur V – , that there is a possibility of war breaking out before long between Russia and Japan.”
“It is more than a possibility, I am afraid, my lord. Things have gone so far that I do not believe it is any longer possible to avert war.”
His lordship appeared gravely concerned.
“Do you tell me that it is too late for you to interfere with effect?” he demanded anxiously.
“Even for me,” I replied with firmness.
Lord Bedale threw at me a glance almost imploring in its entreaty.
“If you were to receive the most ample powers, the most liberal funds; if you were to be placed in direct communication with one of the most exalted personages in the Court of St Petersburg – would it still be impossible?”
I shook my head.
“Your lordship should have sent for me a fortnight ago. We have lost twelve days, that is to say, twelve battles.”
The Marquis of Bedale looked more and more distressed.
“At least you can try?” he suggested.
“I can try. But I am not omnipotent, my lord,” I reminded him.
He breathed a sigh of relief before going on to say:
“But that is only the preliminary. Great Britain is bound to come to the assistance of Japan in certain contingencies.”
“In the event of her being attacked by a second Power,” I observed.
“Precisely. I rely on you to prevent that contingency arising.”
“That is a much easier matter, I confess.”
“Then you undertake to keep the war from extending to us?”
“I undertake to keep a second Power from attacking Japan,” I answered cautiously.
Lord Bedale was quick to perceive my reservation.
“But in that case we cannot be involved, surely?” he objected.
“I cannot undertake to keep you from attacking Russia,” I explained grimly.
“But we should not dream of attacking her – without provocation,” he returned, bewildered.
“I fancy you will have a good deal of provocation,” I retorted.
“Why? What makes you think that?” he demanded.
I suspected that Lord Bedale was either sounding me, or else that he had not been taken into the full confidence of those for whom he was acting.
I responded evasively:
“There are two personages in Europe, neither of whom will leave one stone unturned in the effort to involve you in war with Russia.”
“And they are?”
Even as he put the question, Lord Bedale, as though acting unconsciously, raised one hand to his mustache, and gave it a pronounced upward twirl.
“I see your lordship knows one of them,” I remarked. “The other – ”
He bent forward eagerly.
“Yes? The other?”
“The other is a woman.”
“A woman?”
He fell back in his chair in sheer surprise.
“The other,” I repeated in my most serious tone, “is a woman, perhaps the most formidable woman now living, not even excepting the Dowager Empress of China.”
“And her name?”
“Her name would tell you nothing.”
“Still – ”
“If you really wish to hear it – ”
“I