Tombstone epitaph. (Tombstone, Ariz.) 1887-current, 1917-07-22

vented amazing additions, and In Sc
cret sown 1t broadcast.
His hand would have left no trace
IL he had not been so indiscreet as to
buy his paper from that one shop close
to the Rue de Provence, where he had
rooms.
The Arrest Of General Won Trautmann.
On the third night following I stood
In the emperor's private room at Pots
dam and made my report. explaining
all that I knew and what I had wit
messed in Paris.
"That man knows a very great deal
but how does he known snapped the
emperor. "See Schunke early tomor-
row." he ordered. "and tell him to dis
cover the link between this young
blackguard and your friends the Brei-
tenbachs, and report to me-"
Next morning l sat with the astute
Schunke at the headquarters Of the
detective police in Berlin, and there
dlscusseA the affair fully. explaining
the result Of my journey to Paris and
what l had seen. and giving him the
order from the kaiser.
"But, count. IL this woman Breiten-
bach and her daughter are your
friends, you will be able to visit them
and CLEAN something" he said.
81 have distinct orders from the en-
peror not to visit them while the In
quiry is in progress" replied.
Later that same morning I returned
to the Marmor palace to report to the
crown prince. but found that his high
ness was absent upon an official visit
Of inspection at Stuttgart.
In the meantime I several times saw
the great detective, Schunke, and
found that he was In constant commu-
nication with Baron Steinmetz In Paris.
The pair were evidently leaving no
stone unturned to elucidate the mys-
were still falling as so many bombs
into the center Of the kaiser's court.
Suddenly. one Sunday night. all Ber-
lin was electrified at the news that
General Won Trautmann, captain gen.
eral Of the palace guard-whom, truth
to tell, the crown prince had long Sc
cretly hated because he had once dared
to utter some word Of reproach-had
been arrested and sent to fortress at
the emperor's order.
An hour after the arrest his majes-
tvs personal adjutant commanded me
by telephone to attend at the Berlin
Schloss. When We were alone, the
kaiser turned to me and said:
"Count Won Heltzendorff. you will
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Paris, or of the authorship Of those
anonymous letters-you understand?
You know absolutely nothing"
Then. being summarily dismissed by
a wave Of the imperial hand, retired.
more mystified than ever. Why should
my mouth be thus closed?
When I returned to my rooms that
evening Schunke rang me up on the
telephone with the news that my
friends the Breitenbachs had closed
their house and left early that morn
ing for Brussels.
"Where is SeeligerT" I inquired.
"In Brussels. The Breitenbachs
have gone there to Join him. now that
the truth is out, and his father Is
under arrest"
The emperor's fury knew no bounds.
His mind poisoned against the poor
old general, he had fixed upon him as
the person responsible for that dis
graceful correspondence which for so
many weeks had kept the court In con-
stant turmoil and anxiety. Though his
majesty was aware Of the actual
writer Of the letters. he would not
listen to reason, and openly declared
that he would make an example Of the
silver-haired old captain general Of the
guard, who. after all, was perfectly
innocent Of the deeds committed by his
vagabond son.
A prosecution was ordered, and
three weeks later It took place in
camera, the baron. Schunke and a
| number Of detectives being ordered to
give evidence. So damning. indeed,
was their testimony that the Judge
| passed the extreme sentence Of twenty
| years Imprisonment.
And I, who knew and held proofs Of
the truth, dared not protest.
Elise 1reitenbaeh.
Where was the generals son-the
real culprit and author Of the letters?
made inquiry Of Schunke, Of the
baron, and Of others who had, at the
order Of the all-highest, conspired to
ruin poor Won Trautmann. All, how
ever, declared ignorance. and yet, Gu
riously enough, the fine house Of the
BPeitenbachs In the Alsenstrasse still
remained empty.