Williams news., 1917-07-19

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 most certainly carry out his threa against me-"
 "Contrive to have him arrested upo1 some charge or other," Karl suggested
 eff I did he would produce the evi dence against me-" declared the crow1 prince.
 A silence then fell between the pair Suddenly Karl asked:
 "Does Von Heltzendorff know?"
 "He knows nothing" was "Willie's' answer. "The emperor questioned him but he was in ignorance of Minckwitz's existence. He was naturally surprised but I did not regard it as judicious to enlighten him." ''He is your confidential adjutant. Ii I were you, should tell him the truth. No time should be lost, re member"
 Then, after few seconds of silence Won Pappenheim went on:
 ''Why, I never thought of itl My sister Margarete knows Minckwitz She might perhaps be useful to us eh?"
 "Why, yes" cried ''Willie," ga wom- an can frequently accomplish a thing where 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 eh?"
 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-like, arrived at the castle.
 During dinner an imperial courier arrived from Berlin with letter from the emperor, and "Willie" opened it, read it, 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 thick. husky voice:
 'T shall not want you, Won Heltzen- dorff will write the reply myself"
 On my return the guests were dis cussing the effect of the emperor's message upon their host, Won 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 very dull affair, and it was with relief that we rose and went out into the big ancient hall, with its 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 upon the sofa in the room set apart for me for my writing.
 I called his faithful valet, and to- gether we half-carried him to his room, where he was undressed and put to bed. Hardly had I returned to my room, when Won Pappenheim entered in search of his host.
 "His highness is not we'll, and has retired to his room," said. "He ex- pressed a desire to see nobody to- night"
 "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 situation?" I asked, in pre- tended ignorance.
 'You know nothing, Won Heltzen- dorff, eh?" 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 met?"
 "A trap! What do you mean?"
 "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 I could not conceive. His constant absences alone, his terrible craving for excite ment, his wild and reckless search for pleasure had ever been source of anxiety to me. Times without number had lifted a warning finger, only to