Williams news., 1917-08-16

private suite of rooms for himself and his secretary, myself. For three days we remained there, taking motor Cornwall, until on the morning of the fourth day the crown prince said:
 'I shall probably have a visitor this morning about eleven o'clock-a young lady named King. Tell them at the bureau to send her up to my sitting room."
 At the time appointed the lady came. I received her in the lobby of the self contained flat, and. found her to be about twenty-four, well-dressed, fair haired and extremely good-looking.
 Miss King, learned, was an Eng fish girl who some years previously had gone to America with her people, and by the heavy travelling coat and close-itting hat she wore concluded that she had just come off one of the incoming liners.
 looked at her was the brooch she wore. It was a natural butterfly of rare tropical variety, with bright golden wings, the delicate sheen of which was protected by small plates of crystal one of the most charming ornaments I had ever seen.
 As ushered her in she greeted the crown prince as "Mr. Richter" being apparently entirely unaware of his real identity. concluded that she was somebody whom his highness had met in Germany, and to whom he had been introduced under his assumed name.
 "Ah! Miss Kingw he exclaimed pleasantly in his excellent English, shaking hands with her. "Your boat should have been in yesterday. I fear you encountered bad weather-eh?"
 "Yes, rather" replied the girl. "But it did not trouble me much. We had almost constant gales ever since we left New York;" she laughed brightly. She appeared to be quite charming little person.
 "Heltzendorff, would you please bring me that sealed packet from your dis patch box?" he asked suddenly, turn ing to me.
 The sealed packeti had forgotten, all about it ever since he had handed it to me at the door of the Marmor pal ace. knew that it contained some secret reports prepared for the eye of the emperor. The latter had no doubt seen them, for the crown prince had brought them with him from Berlin.
 As ordered, I took the packet into the room where his highness sat with his fair visitor, and then retired and closed the door,
 T Can't; It Would Be Dishonest!"
 Hotel doors are never very heavy, as a rule, therefore, was able to hear conversation, but unfortunately few words were distinct. The interview had lasted nearly half an hour. Find ing that I could hear nothing, I con- tented myself in reading the paper and holding myself in readiness should 'Mr. Richter" want me.
 Of a sudden I heard his highness' voice raised in anger, that shrill, high pitched note which is peculiar both to the emperor and to his son when they are unusually annoyed.
 "But tell you, Miss King, there is no other way" heard him shout. "It can be done quite easily, and nobody can possibly know"
 'Never!" cried the girl. "What would people think of me?"
 "You wish to save your brother," he said. every well, I have shown you how you can effect this. And I will help you if you agree to the terms if you will find out what I want to know"
 "I can't!" cried the girl in evident distress. "I really can't! It would be -criminal!"
 Bah! my dear girl, you are looking at the affair from far too high stand point" replied the man she knew as Richter. 'sIt is a mere matter of business. You ask me to assist you to save your brother, an have simply stated my terms. Surely you would not think that would travel from Ber- lin here to Plymouth in order to meet you if were not ready and eager to help you?"
 T must ask my father. I can speak to him in confidence"
 "Your father!'' cried MT. Richter.
 by no means. why, you must not breathe single word to him. This affair is a strict secret between us. Please understand that" Then, after a pause: "Your brother is, I quite ad- init, in direst peril, and you alone can save him. Now, what is your de- cision?"
 The girls reply was in tone too low for me to Overhear. Its tenor, however, was quickly apparent from the crown princess words:
 You refuse! Very well, then, I can- not assist you. I regret, Miss King, that you have your journey to England for nothing"
 ''But won't you help me, MT. Rich ter?" cried the girl appealingly.
 'No," was his answer. "I will, how ever, give you opportunity to recon