Last year. The King of Bosnia sued for it, but his proposal
was declined.'
'Why?'
'Because my nephew was considered to be a more suitable match
for her.'
'Not because the personal character of his Majesty of Bosnia is
scarcely of the brightest?'
'No. Unfortunately it is usually impossible to consider questions of
personal character when a royal match is concerned.'
'Then, if for any reason the marriage of Princess Anna with your
nephew was frustrated, the King of Bosnia would have a fair
chance in that quarter?'
'He would. The political aspect of things would be perfectly
satisfactory.'
'Thanks!' said Racksole. 'I will wager another hundred thousand
dollars that someone in Bosnia - I don't accuse the King himself -
is at the bottom of this business. The methods of Balkan
politicians have always been half-Oriental. Let us go.'
'Where?'
'To this precious house of Nella's adventure.'
'But surely it is too early?'
'So it is,' said Racksole, 'and we shall want a few things, too. For
instance, a dark lantern. I think I will go out and forage for a
lantern.'
'And a revolver?' suggested Prince Aribert.
'Does it mean revolvers?' The millionaire laughed. 'It may come to
that.' 'Here you are, then, my friend,' said Racksole, and he pulled
one out of his hip pocket. 'And yours?'
'I,' said the Prince, 'I have your daughter's.'
'The deuce you have!' murmured Racksole to himself.
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