Скачать книгу

tion>

       L. Frank Baum

      The Fate of a Crown

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066232689

       CHAPTER I THE BLUE ENVELOPE

       CHAPTER II VALCOUR

       CHAPTER III A GOOD REPUBLICAN

       CHAPTER IV THE CHIEFTAIN

       CHAPTER V MADAM IZABEL

       CHAPTER VI THE SECRET VAULT

       CHAPTER VII GENERAL FONSECA

       CHAPTER VIII A TERRIBLE CRIME

       CHAPTER IX THE MISSING FINGER

       CHAPTER X “FOR TO-MORROW WE DIE!”

       CHAPTER XI LESBA’S BRIGHT EYES

       CHAPTER XII THE MAN IN THE SHRUBBERY

       CHAPTER XIII DOM PEDRO DE ALCANTARA

       CHAPTER XIV THE MAN WITH THE RING

       CHAPTER XV A DANGEROUS MOMENT

       CHAPTER XVI TRAITOR TO THE CAUSE

       CHAPTER XVII THE TORCH OF REBELLION

       CHAPTER XVIII A NARROW ESCAPE

       CHAPTER XIX THE WAYSIDE INN

       CHAPTER XX “ARISE AND STRIKE!”

       CHAPTER XXI ONE MYSTERY SOLVED

       CHAPTER XXII THE DEATH SENTENCE

       CHAPTER XXIII AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR

       CHAPTER XXIV THE EMPEROR’S SPY

       CHAPTER XXV THE GIRL I LOVE

       THE BLUE ENVELOPE

       Table of Contents

      Leaning back in my chair, I smoked my morning cigar and watched Uncle Nelson open his mail. He had an old-fashioned way of doing this: holding the envelope in his left hand, clipping its right edge with his desk shears, and then removing the inclosure and carefully reading it before he returned it to its original envelope. Across one end he would make a memorandum of the contents, after which the letters were placed in a neat pile.

      As I watched him methodically working, Uncle Nelson raised a large blue envelope, clipped its end, and read the inclosure with an appearance of unusual interest. Then, instead of adding it to the letters before him, he laid it aside; and a few minutes later reverted to it again, giving the letter a second careful perusal. Deeply musing, for a time he sat motionless in his chair. Then, arousing himself from his deep abstraction, he cast a fleeting glance in my direction and composedly resumed his task.

      I knew Uncle Nelson’s habits so well that this affair of the blue envelope told me plainly the communication was of unusual importance. Yet the old gentleman calmly continued his work until every letter the mail contained was laid in a pile before him and fully docketed. With the last he suddenly swung around in his chair and faced me.

      “Robert,” said he, “how would you like to go to Brazil?”

      Lacking a ready answer to this blunt question I simply stared at him.

      “De Pintra has written me,” he continued—“do you know of Dom Miguel de Pintra?” I shook my head. “He is one of the oldest customers of the house. His patronage assisted us in getting established. We are under deep obligations to de Pintra.”

      “I do not remember seeing his name upon the books,” I said, thoughtfully.

      “No; before you came into the firm he had retired from business—for he is a wealthy man. But I believe this retirement has been bad for him. His energetic nature would not allow him to remain idle, and he has of late substituted politics for business.”

      “That is not so bad,” I remarked, lightly. “Some people make a business of politics, and often it proves a fairly successful one.”

      My uncle nodded.

      “Here in New Orleans, yes,” he acknowledged; “but things are vastly different in Brazil. I am sorry to say that Dom Miguel is a leader of the revolutionists.”

      “Ah,” said I, impressed by his grave tone. And I added: “I have supposed that Dom Pedro is secure upon his throne, and personally beloved by his subjects.”

      “He is doubtless secure enough,” returned Uncle Nelson, dryly, “but, although much respected by his people, there is, I believe, serious opposition to an imperial form of government. Rebellions have been numerous during his reign. Indeed, these people of Brazil seem rapidly becoming republicans in principle, and it is to establish a republican form of government that my friend de Pintra has placed himself at the head of a conspiracy.”

      “Good for de Pintra!” I cried, heartily.

      “No, no; it is bad,” he rejoined, with a frown. “There is always danger in opposing established monarchies, and in this case the Emperor of Brazil has the countenance of both Europe and America.”

      As I ventured no reply to this he paused, and again regarded me earnestly.

      “I believe you are the very person, Robert, I should send de Pintra. He wishes me to secure for him a secretary whom he may trust implicitly. At present, he writes me, he is surrounded by the emperor’s spies. Even the members of his own household may be induced to betray him. Indeed, I imagine

Скачать книгу