There could be no mistaking this man for anything
else but a Prince.
'If you will,' he said.
'Prince Eugen is the victim of a plot.'
'You think so?'
'I am perfectly convinced of it.'
'But why? What can be the object of a plot against him?'
'That is a point of which you should know more than me,' she
remarked drily.
'Ah! Perhaps, perhaps,' he said. 'But, dear Miss Racksole, why are
you so sure?'
'There are several reasons, and they are connected with Mr
Dimmock. Did you ever suspect, your Highness, that that poor
young man was not entirely loyal to you?'
'He was absolutely loyal,' said the Prince, with all the earnestness
of conviction.
'A thousand pardons, but he was not.'
'Miss Racksole, if any other than yourself made that assertion, I
would - I would - '
'Consign them to the deepest dungeon in Posen?' she laughed,
lightly.
'Listen.' And she told him of the incidents which had occurred in
the night preceding his arrival in the hotel.
'Do you mean, Miss Racksole, that there was an understanding
between poor Dimmock and this fellow Jules?'
'There was an understanding.'
'Impossible!'
'Your Highness, the man who wishes to probe a mystery to its root
never uses the word "impossible". But I will say this for young Mr
Dimmock. I think he repented, and I think that it was because he
repented that he - er - died so suddenly, and that his body was
spirited away.
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