Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-05-13

probably are being watched as we
talk" she went on pleasantly. "Mr.
Grimm is the man to be afraid of.
S~mile-don't look SO s%erious!" She
laughed outright.
Eyes, l sent a code message" he
replied.
ut was your resignation"
Yes"
well, 1t wasn't sent, of course she
informed him, and her eyes were spark
ling rs If something amusing had been
said. "One of my agents stopped 1t. I
may add that 1t will not be sent"
The ambassadors eyes grew steely,
then blank again.
"Mademoiselle. what am I to under
stand from that?" he demanded.
You are to understand tina l am
absolute master of the situation in
Washington at this moment" she re-
piled positively. The smile on her lips
and the tone of her voice We're strange
ly at variance. From the beginning
l let you understand that ultimately
you would receive your instructions
from Paris; now / know they will
reach you by cable tomorrow. Within
a week the compact will be signed.
ittiit Jou dDDfON6 Vi II OF iOi IL
will be signed for your country by a
special envoy whose authority is
greater than yours-his Highness, the
Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi."
HAS he reached Washington"
HE is in Washington. He has been
here for some time, incognito." She
was silent a moment. You have been
a source of danger to our plans" she
g66p1 'Tf ~ had not hpnn for an aO-
cident you would still have beer COM
fortably kept out in Alexandria where
Mr.. Grimm and l found you. Please
remember, Monsieur, that we will ac-
complish what we set out to do. Moth
ing can stop us~-nothing."
At just about the same moment the
name of Prince d'Abruzzi had been
used in the dining-room, but In a diff
ferent connection. Mr.. Cadwallader
was reciting some incident of an auto
mobile trip in Italy when he had been
| connected with the British embassy
there.
1.-THE prince was driving" he said,
"and one of the best l ever saw. Cork
ing chap, the prince; democratic, you
know. and all that sort of thing. He
was one scion of royalty who didn't
mind soiling his hands by diving in UNI
der a car and fixing 1t himself. At that
time he was inclined TO be wild-that
was eight or nine years ago-but they
say now he has settled down to work,
and Is one of the real diplomatic powers
of Italy. / haven't seen him for a half
dozen years"
"How old a man is hep asked Mr..
Grimm carelessly.
"Thirty-five, 3S, perhaps; I don't
know" replied Mr.. Cadwallader. It's
odd, you know, the number of princes
and bluebloods and all that sort of
thing one can find knocking about in
Italy and Germany and Spain. One
never hears of half of them. I never
had heard of the Prince d'Abruzzi until
I went to Italy. and I've heard jolly
well little of him since, except In
directly"
Mr.. Cadwallader lapsed into silence as
he sat sat staring at a large group
photograph which was framed on a
wall of the dining-room.
isn't that the royal family of
Italy?" he asked. He rose n went
over to 1t. by Jove, 1t is, and here Is
the prince in the group. The picture
was taken, 1 should say, about the
time 1 knew him."
Mr.. Grimm strolled over idly and
stood for a long time staring at the
photograph.
"He can drive a motor. you know"
said Mr.. Cadwallader admiringly, and
| Italy is the place to drive them. They
forgot to make n speed laws over
there. and il a chap gets in your way
and you knock him silly they arrest
him for obstructing traffic, you know.
over here If a chap really starts TO
go any place in a hurry some bally idiot
holds him up"
Have you ever been held up?'
oueried Mr.. Grimm.