The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-05-24
IL. Il I'll USI VIII. BY jacques Futrelne
Copyright 1900 r q a ID n r
BY Bobbe-Merrill Co. i ~ N\J6 JEn i

"Well, it wasn't sent, oil
course" she informed him, and
her eyes were sparkling as II
something amusing had been said
"One of my agents stopped 1t.
may add that it will not be sent.
The ambassadors eyes grew
steely, then blank again.
"Mademoiselle, what am I tc
understand from that?" he de.
manded.
you are to understand that
am absolute master of the situa.
ton in Washington at this mo.
ment," she replied positively. The
smile on her lips and the tone OF
her voice were strangely at vari.
ance. From the beginning I lei
you understand that ultimately
you would receive your instruc.
lions from Paris; now I know
they will reach you by cable to-
morrow. Within a week the COM
pact will be signed. Whether you
approve of it or not it will be
signed for your country by a spe-
cial envoy whose authority is
greater than yours-his Highness,
the Prince Benedetto d'Abruzi. 4"
HAS he reached Washington"
"He is in Washington. He has
been here for some time, incog-
nito." She was silent a moment.
You have been a source of dan
ger to our plans" she added. "If
it had not been for an accident
you would. still have been COM
fortably kept out in Alexandria
where Mr.. Grimm and found
you. Please remember, Mon
sieur, that we will accomplish
what we set out to do. Nothing
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 different connection. Mr..
Cadwallader was reciting some in
cident of an automobile trip In
Italy when he had been connect
ed with the British embassy there.
"The princing was driving" he
said, "and one of the best 1 ever
saw. Corking 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 un-
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 pow
ers of Italy. / haven't seen him
for a half dozen years."
How old a man is her" asked
Mr.. Grimm carelessly.
"Thirty-five, thirty-eight, per-
haps; / don't know" replied Cad
wallader. cts odd, you know,
the number of princes and blue
bloods and all that sort of thing
one can find knocking about in
Italy and Germany and Spa in. One
never hears of half of them. I
never had heard of the Prince
|d'Abruzzi until / went to Italy,
and I've heard jolly well little of
him since. except indirectly"
Mr.. Cadwallader lapsed into ST.
Ience. as he sat staring at a large
group photograph which was
framed on q wall OF the dining
room.
Isn't that the royal family of
Italy?" he asked. He rose and
went over to it. "By Jove, it 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 long time staring
at the photograph.
HE can drive a motor, you
know" said Mr.. Cadwallader adj
miringly. "And Italy is the place
to drive them. They forgot toll
make any speed laws over there,
and IL a chap gets in your way
and you knock him silly they ar
rest him for obstructing traffic,
you know. Over here If chap
really starts to 90 any n1a.se In n |
hurry some baIly idiot holds him
uu."