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The Frenchman bowed courteously and took up the tale.
âIt is possible that you in England may not even have heard of our famous and fantastic King Victor. What his real name is, no one knows, but he is a man of singular courage and daring, one who speaks five languages and is unequalled in the art of disguise. Though his father is known to have been either English or Irish, he himself has worked chiefly in Paris. It was there, nearly eight years ago, that he was carrying out a daring series of robberies and living under the name of Captain OâNeill.â
A faint exclamation escaped Virginia. M. Lemoine darted a keen glance at her.
âI think I understand what agitates Madame. You will see in a minute. Now we of the SĂ»retĂ© had our suspicions that this Captain OâNeill was none other than âKing Victor,â but we could not obtain the necessary proof. There was also in Paris at the time a clever young actress, AngĂšle Mory, of the Folies BergĂšres. For some time we had suspected that she was associated with the operations of King Victor. But again no proof was forthcoming.
âAbout that time, Paris was preparing for the visit of the young King Nicholas IV of Herzoslovakia. At the SĂ»retĂ© we were given special instructions as to the course to be adopted to ensure the safety of His Majesty. In particular we were warned to superintend the activities of a certain Revolutionary organization which called itself the Comrades of the Red Hand. It is fairly certain now that the Comrades approached AngĂšle Mory and offered her a huge sum if she would aid them in their plans. Her part was to infatuate the young King, and decoy him to some spot agreed upon with them. AngĂšle Mory accepted the bribe and promised to perform her part.
âBut the young lady was cleverer and more ambitious than her employers suspected. She succeeded in captivating the King who fell desperately in love with her and loaded her with jewels. It was then that she conceived the idea of beingânot a Kingâs mistress, but a Queen! As every one knows, she realized her ambition. She was introduced into Herzoslovakia as the Countess Varaga Popoleffsky, an offshoot of the Romanoffs, and became eventually Queen Varaga of Herzoslovakia. Not bad for a little Parisian actress! I have always heard that she played the part extremely well. But her triumph was not to be long lived. The Comrades of the Red Hand, furious at her betrayal, twice attempted her life. Finally they worked up the country to such a pitch that a Revolution broke out in which both the King and Queen perished. Their bodies, horribly mutilated and hardly recognizable, were recovered, attesting to the fury of the populace against the low-born foreign Queen.
âNow, in all this, it seems certain that Queen Varaga still kept in with her confederate, King Victor. It is possible that the bold plan was his all along. What is known is that she continued to correspond with him, in a secret code, from the Court of Herzoslovakia. For safety the letters were written in English, and signed with the name of an English lady then at the Embassy. If any inquiry had been made, and the lady in question had denied her signature, it is possible that she would not have been believed, for the letters were those of a guilty woman to her lover. It was your name she used, Mrs. Revel.â
âI know,â said Virginia. Her colour was coming and going unevenly. âSo that is the truth of the letters! I have wondered and wondered.â
âWhat a blackguardly trick,â cried Bill indignantly.
âThe letters were addressed to Captain OâNeill at his rooms in Paris, and their principal purpose may have light shed upon it by a curious fact which came to light later. After the assassination of the King and Queen, many of the Crown Jewels which had fallen, of course, into the hands of the mob, found their way to Paris, and it was discovered that in nine cases out of ten the principal stones had been replaced by pasteâand mind you, there were some very famous stones among the jewels of Herzoslovakia. So as a Queen, AngĂšle Mory still practised her former activities.
âYou see now where we have arrived. Nicholas IV and Queen Varaga came to England and were the guests of the late Marquis of Caterham, then Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs. Herzoslovakia is a small country, but it could not be left out. Queen Varaga was necessarily received. And there we have a Royal Personage and at the same time an expert thief. There is also no doubt that theâerâsubstitute which was so wonderful as to deceive anyone but an expert could only have been fashioned by King Victor, and indeed the whole plan, in its daring and audacity, pointed to him as the author.â
âWhat happened?â asked Virginia.
âHushed up,â said Superintendent Battle laconically. âNot a mention of itâs ever been made public to this day. We did all that could be done on the quietâand that was a good deal more than youâd ever imagine, by the way. Weâve got methods of our own that would surprise. That jewel didnât leave England with the Queen of HerzoslovakiaâI can tell you that much. No, Her Majesty hid it somewhereâbut where weâve never been able to discover. But I shouldnât wonderââSuperintendent Battle let his eyes wander gently roundââif it wasnât somewhere in this room.â
Anthony leapt to his feet.
âWhat? After all these years?â he cried incredulously. âImpossible.â
âYou do not know the peculiar circumstances, monsieur,â said the Frenchman quickly. âOnly a fortnight later, the Revolution in Herzoslovakia broke out, and the King and Queen were murdered. Also, Captain OâNeill was arrested in Paris and sentenced on a minor charge. We hoped to find the packet of code letters in his house, but it appears that this had been stolen by some Herzoslovakian go-between. The man turned up in Herzoslovakia just before the Revolution, and then disappeared completely.â
âHe probably went abroad,â said Anthony thoughtfully. âTo Africa as likely as not. And you bet he hung on to that packet. It was as good as a gold mine to him. Itâs odd how things come about. They probably called him Dutch Pedro or something like that out there.â
He caught Superintendent Battleâs expressionless glance bent upon him, and smiled.
âItâs not really clairvoyance, Battle,â he said, âthough it sounds like it. Iâll tell you presently.â
âThere is one thing you have not explained,â said Virginia. âWhere does this link up with the Memoirs? There must be a link, surely?â
âMadame is very quick,â said Lemoine approvingly. âYes, there is a link. Count Stylptitch was also staying at Chimneys at the time.â
âSo that he might have known about it?â
âParfaitement.â
âAnd, of course,â said Battle, âif heâs blurted it out in his precious Memoirs, the fat will be in the fire. Especially after the way the whole thing was hushed up.â
Anthony lit a cigarette.
âThereâs no possibility of there being a clue in the Memoirs as to where the stone was hidden?â he asked.
âVery unlikely,â said Battle decisively. âHe was never in with the Queenâopposed the marriage tooth and nail. Sheâs not likely to have taken him into her confidence.â
âI wasnât suggesting such a thing for a minute,â said Anthony. âBut by all accounts he was a cunning old boy. Unknown to her, he may have discovered where she hid the jewel. In that case, what would he have done, do you think?â
âSat tight,â said Battle, after a momentâs reflection.
âI agree,â said the Frenchman. âIt was a ticklish moment, you see. To return the stone anonymously would have presented great difficulties. Also, the knowledge of its whereabouts would give him great powerâand he liked power, that strange old man. Not only did he hold the Queen in the hollow of his hand, but he had a powerful weapon to negotiate with at any time. It was not the only secret he possessedâoh, no!âhe collected secrets like some men collect rare pieces of china. It is said that, once or twice before his death, he boasted to people of the things he could make public if the fancy took him. And once at least he declared that he intended to make some startling revelations in his Memoirs. Henceââthe Frenchman smiled rather drylyââthe general anxiety to get hold of them. Our own secret police intended to seize them, but the Count took the precaution to have them conveyed away before his death.â
âStill, thereâs no real reason to believe that he knew this particular secret,â said Battle.
âI beg your pardon,â said Anthony quietly. âThere are his own words.â
âWhat?â
Both detectives stared at him as though unable to believe their ears.
âWhen Mr. McGrath gave me that manuscript to bring to England, he told me the circumstances of his one meeting with Count Stylptitch. It was in Paris. At some considerable risk to himself, Mr. McGrath rescued the Count from a band of Apaches. He was, I understandâshall we say a trifleâexhilarated? Being in that condition, he made two rather-interesting remarks. One of them was to the effect that he knew where the Koh-i-noor wasâa statement to which my friend paid very little attention. He also said that the gang in question were King Victorâs men. Taken together, those two remarks are very significant.â
âGood Lord,â ejaculated Superintendent Battle, âI should say they were. Even the murder of Prince Michael wears a different aspect.â
âKing Victor has never taken a life,â the Frenchman reminded him.
âSupposing he were surprised when he was searching for the jewel?â
âIs he in England, then?â asked Anthony sharply. âYou say that he was released a few months ago. Didnât you keep track of him?â
A rather rueful smile overspread the French detectiveâs face.
âWe tried to, monsieur. But he is a devil, that man. He gave us the slip at onceâat once. We thought, of course, that he would make straight for England. But no. He wentâwhere do you think?â
âWhere?â said Anthony.
He was staring intently at the Frenchman, and absent-mindedly his fingers played with a box of matches.
âTo America. To the United States.â
âWhat?â
There was sheer amazement in Anthonyâs tone.
âYes, and what do you think he called himself? What part do you think he played over there? The part of Prince Nicholas of Herzoslovakia.â
The match-box fell from Anthonyâs hand, but his amazement was fully equalled by that of Battle.
âImpossible.â
âNot so, my friend. You, too, will get the news in the morning. It has been the most colossal bluff. As you know, Prince Nicholas was rumoured to have died in the Congo years ago. Our friend, King Victor, seizes on thatâdifficult to prove a death of that kind. He resurrects Prince Nicholas, and plays him to such purpose that he gets away with a tremendous haul of American dollarsâall on account of the supposed oil concessions. But by a mere accident, he was unmasked, and had to leave the country hurriedly. This time he did come to England. And that is why I am here. Sooner or later he will come to Chimneys. That is, if he is not already here!â
âYou thinkâthat?â
âI think he was here the night Prince Michael died, and again last night.â
âIt was another attempt, eh?â said Battle.
âIt was another attempt.â
âWhat has bothered me,â continued Battle, âwas wondering what had become of M. Lemoine here. Iâd had word from Paris that he was on his way over to work with me, and I couldnât make out why he hadnât turned up.â
âI must indeed apologize,â said Lemoine. âYou see, I arrived on the morning after the murder. It occurred to me at once that it would be as well for me to study things from an unofficial standpoint without appearing officially as your colleague. I
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