Tombstone epitaph., 1917-07-01

most certainly carry out his threat against me"
 "Contrive to have him arrested upon some charge or other" Karl suggested.
 If did he would produce the evi- dence against me" declared the crown prince.
 A silence then fell between the pair. Suddenly Karl asked:
 Does von Heltzendorff know?"
 "He knows nothing" was "Willie's" answer. 'sThe emperor questioned him. but he was in ignorance of Minckwitz's existence. He was naturally surprised, but did not regard it as judicious to enlighten him."
 He is your confidential adjutant. If I were you. I should tell him the truth. No time should be lost. re member"
 Then. after few seconds of silence, von Pappenheim went on:
 "why. I never thought of it! My sister Margarete knows Minckwftz. She might perhaps be useful to US chg"
 "Why, yes '" cried "willie," "a wom- an can frequently accomplish a thing where a man would fail. A most ex- cellent idea. Let us leave the others to their sport and get back to the schloss and discuss line of action ehf-
 And in agreement, the pair emerged from their ambush. and retraced their steps along the path they had come.
 A Message From the Emperor.
 Next evening Won Pappenheim's sis ter Margarete, fair-haired, petite and rather doll-Iike, arrived at the castle.
 During dinner an imperial courier arrived from Berlin with letter from the emperor, and "Willie" opened 1t, read 1t, and then, excusing himself, left the table. I rose and followed him, as was my duty. but when outside the room, his highness sent me back, saying in a thick. husky voice:
 "I shall not want you, Won Heltzen- dorff I will write the reply myself.
 On my return the guests were dis cussing the effect of the emperOr's message upon their host, von Pappen- helm being particularly anxious. He said something in a low voice to his sister. when the latter became at once thoughtful. Indeed, the remainder of the meal was a very dull affair, and 1t was with relief that we rose and went out into the big ancient hall, with it's vaulted ceiling. where coffee was always served.
 The courier had left on his return journey to the capital. yet Willie" did not again reappear. At eleven o'clock found him lying in a heavy sleep upon the sofa in the room set apart for me for my writing.
 called his faithful valet, and to- gefher we half-carried him to his room. where he was undressed and put to bed. Hardly had I returned to my room. when von Pappenheim entered in search of his host.
 His highness is not well. and has retired to his ro0m," said. "He ex- pressed a desire to see nobody to- uight."
 "Oh!" he cried In despair. "Why did he not see me and tell me the truth! Precious hours are flying, and we must act if the situation Is to be saved"
 "what situation7" asked, in pre- tended ignorance.
 "You know nothing. Won Heltzen- dorf, chr he asked, looking me straight in the face.
 Nothing" was my reply.
 You have no knowledge of the trap into which the crown prince fell when he was in Paris with you six months ago. and when he and first metY "A trap, What do you meanT "Has he told you nothing?" "Not a syllable" "Ah! Then I cannot be frank with you until I obtain his highness' per mission. He told me that you knew nothing. but did not believe it. Know ing well what implicit confidence he places in you. believed that you knew the ghastly truth" Into what trap had willie" fallen during our last visit to Paris l could not conceive. His constant absences alone, his terrible craving for excite meut. his wild and reckless search for pleasure had ever been a source of anxiety to me. Times without number had lifted q warning finger, only to