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Then suddenly Michael remember- ed what the Duchess had told him when the disappearance of the little Duke was first discovered. He saw in all this the strong hand of hate and revenge, which still stretched away from the little moun- tain kingdom on the Rhine to the great ducal house in Piccadilly. He realized the terrible chain of circum- stances which the years had forged? the strong, untiring hate, which had waited—waited—waited, until at last it should come to the maturity of its evil, and strike down the young and lovely woman who had long ago taken her lover from the hermit Princess in Germany, and had wedded the father of the missing boy. It was Captain Basil Marriott who brcke the silence. “Madam,” he said, bowing very low to the duchess, “I should like, if you will allow me to devote myself to this matter, in which I haye been so strangely and suddenly involved.” The duchess smiled a wan but grateful smile as he said it. She made a gesture with her hand towards Michael Grant. “Here,” she said, “is one gentleman who has promised himself to my serv- ice, and now you, Captain Marriott, the son of my dear friend, Sir Her- cules, vow pourself also! God grant that you two may bring a happy issue out of this affliction.” Grant turned to Marriott, and placed his hand upon his shoulder. The two men looked at each other with grave intentness, and then, with a bow to the stricken mother, they left the room together. CHAPTER VIII. ‘The Dreadful Figure in the Chair. “You had better come to my cham- bers,” Miehael Grant said to Marriott, “and we will talk over what is to be done. There is still a great deal that we do not understand. This sud- den and dramatic news about Miss Decies—” He stopped suddenly, “Why,” he said, “it was Miss Decies that that girl mentioned—Miss Hob- son, I mean, I-am afraid I was rath- er rude to her. She must have known something.” “I somehow felt that she was speaking sincerely,” Marriott an- swered; “though. of course, I, know- ing nothing of the circumstances of the ducal household, was not so struck by the apparent incongruity of her story as you were. But it is real- ly overwhelming. What has this mysterious German business got to do: with it all?” “One thing is quite certain,” Grant answered, grimly—‘“that ordinary means ¢@nd methods would be of no use at all in this case. If any solu- tion of the mystery is to be found— and it is essential to discover wheth- er the young duke is alive or dead— you and I will have to do it without tke help or intervention of any one. The issues are too grave, ‘the enemy teo highly placed for any ordinary police methods to be of any use. Probably if Scotland Yard had sole charge of this affair the little duke would never have been heard of again. I fee! confident that this will not be the case now that you and I, strangely enough, have entered into tlfe same service. At any rate, we will do our best.” He spoke ¢hese words in:a quick, sharp voice, as ifsthey were the most matter-of-fact things in the world. Basil answered him as briefly, but nevertheless both“men were filled with an intense excitement and a deep ~resolve. Being Englishmen, they endeavored to hide it, but each was aware of the other’s thoughts. The two men walked to the far end of. Piccadilly, and down Grosvenor place towards Grant’s flat. They dis- cussed the matter in all its bearings, and came to the conclusion that as yet they had very little to go upon ndeeed. : It was obvious that Miss Decies, or, tather, the widowed Baroness von Ra- venstein, ‘had been at one time inti- mately connected with the court of Wohlau-Landskrona. It was obvious that for some other reason—what, they could not divime—she, and no one else, had kidnapped the duke. The only possible explanation which they could get at was that the baron- ess was still under the influence of the Princess Sophia herself, and was for some reason compelled to do the evil will of her august mistresss. It was a working hypothesis, at any rate, though both of them felt many links were wanting in the chain of their reasoning. “You see,” Grant said, “the whole thing has been arranged with such diabolical cleverness, and—and cer- tainly by master minds. We may be sure- that the ‘people who conceived and .carried out a plan such as this have left nothing whatever to chance. People in high places, with keen in- telligences and unlimited command of, money, are criminals more dangerous “Sweet is revenge, especially to a Woman’s Hate than the tiger robbed of its cubs, more cunning than the python in the forests of the coast. Now, what I propose is this: You are free, Capt. Marriott?” “T have a good many social engage- ments—dances, dinners, and so on,” Marriott answered, “but it is perfect ly simple to get out of these. It will mean writing a few notes. I have several months’ leave from my ship, and this promises to be as sensational an adventure as ever I have had any-. thing to do with.” “Good!” Grant replied. “Then [ll tell you exactly what I propose. We will just go up to my chambers and have a peg. I think i: would do both of us good. Then, if you will go and write your letters, and come and dine with me here at 7 o'clock, we will spend the evening talking the thing over in all its aspects, making definite notes of any conclusion we arrive at. Finally, I will arrange an interview with the duchess for the first thing in the morning, and we will get every }ertheless, showed to be an indubitable possible fact we can from her—every- thing that will be likely to help us in our quest—and in the evening we will catch the night train.” “The night train?” “Where to?” “Well, in the first instance, to Co- logne,” said Michael Grant. “I think that if the solution of the mystery is not to be found in the little kingdom upon the shores of the Rhine, then it will never be solved at all. Even now, I dare wager anything that the little duke is speeding as fast as the train, or yacht, ag the case may be, can take him, to the} kingdom of Wohlau- Landskrona.” “Well, you may be right, of, course,” Marriott replied, “but surely an elder- ly lady of distinguished appearance like Miss Decies and a bright and cheerful little boy cannot travel over Europe nowadays without discovery? Why, the wires must have been work- ing all over the ‘continent within an hour after the discovery that the duke was not in his nursery.” “When, by your own showing, my dear Marriott, he was still concealed somewhere in the house; because it was hig body—dead or living—you saw swung on to the hay cart, with- out a doubt, though by what mechan- ical means the trick was accom- plisheq I cannot pretend to say. I expect the contrivance was a simple enough one. It was certainly the on- ly possible way by which the duke could be got out of the house. At any rate, don’t you see, as I said before, that the brains which could evolve a plot like this are not going to proceed in any ordinary way? That the duke will arrive at Wohlau—Landskrona sooner or later, and is probably on his way there now, I-am quite certain; and I am equally fairly certain that his arrival will only be known to two or three people in the whole of Eu- rope. “My theory is that the duke haS been kidnapped, and will not be harmed—not, at least, until he is safe- ly at his destination. And, therefore, it is there, in the very heart of the plot, the center of Wolhau-Landskrona, where the life’s blood of this foul con- Spiracy is to be found.” Discussing the matter earnestly, and with an almost crushing sense of their grave responsibility, the two young men turned into the great courtyard of St. Anselm’s Mansions. The people who were coming in and out of the flats saw nothing’ but two fine, well made young Englishmen of the upper classes, dressed in the ex- treme of fashion. Except that, per- haps, there two were noticeable, even in the West end, during an afternoon in the season, for their physique, they were an ordinary couple enough at that time and in that spot. No one knew tHat these two young men, who, disdaining the lift, mounted the stairs toward the flats upon the second floor, carried in their hands the threads of as deep and subtle a conspiracy as ever convulsed Europe. No one knew that in the hands of these two issues of almost national importance lay, that it was upon them that the matter, which was even then agitating all the capitals of the civilized world, depend- ed. Grant opened the decor of his flat with a latch-key. “I let my man out in the afternoon,” he said, ‘‘and, of course, all my meals are sent up from the central kitchens, so we shall be really quite alone. Now let us have a brandy and soda.” “I think I would just like to wash my hands,” Marriott answered. “Oh, do, please. Come into my bed- room.” sk He led the sailor into.a room on the left of the hall—a large, airy place with a tiny iron cot; Spartan in its simplicity: A row of huge Indian clubs was standing against one wall. The bedroom communicated with ‘the diningroom, and'in a minute the two men passed into the latter. It was a small but comfortable fur- nisheq apartment, with the usual side- board, on which stood a tantalus. “Look here,” Grant said. “Suppose we carry this into my own room? Do you ming bringii« ‘he sc4q7" / / said Basil. "The door of the’ roomt which Basi! had first been shown into when he ar- rived at the flat—the room with the mezzotints and aesthetic scheme of |‘ furniture—was closed. Grant opened it, supporting the heavy epirit stand with his left hand as he did so. Mar- riott was a little behind him. Suddenly the great athlete gave a startled cry!—a shout of alarm, high in the palate—an odd cry, half wild astonishment and half dismay. There was a crash, as the tantalus, with its three heavy cut-glass bottles, its massive mahogany and silver, fell upon the floor. Grant rolled back against his companion. “What is it? What is cried. Grant did not speak. His face was perfectly white. The long arm, out- stretched toward the room, the point- ing finger, shook like a withered leaf. Basil dasheq into the room. Then he, too, cried out aloud, though the significance of what he saw did ‘not mean as much to him at that actual moment as it did to his host. Seated in an armchair on the other side of the fire was the body of a tall, distinguished-looking woman. Her face was very long and thin, lined and marked by experience and _ time. Large black eyes, now set-in the fixed and glassy stare of death, seemed yet to blaze in her face with something of the fires of life, The thin lips were.cugjed away a little from the teeth in the rigor mortis, and the face seemed to wear a mocking and sinister smile. Indeed, so upright was the pose, so natural and life-liké the manner, that it was difficult to believe what the eye nev- it?” Basil fact— that here was the mere shell and tenement of what had once been a woman, As Marriott looked at this awful sight, and then began to walk toward the body, Grant staggered into the room, “What is it? Who is it? What does it all mean?” Basil asked him, in a low, trembling voice. ‘Who is it?” “She, that was Miss Augusta Decies, the aunt of the duchess, or, as We have learned today, the Baroness von Ravenstein!” 6 The two men looked at each other. “What horrible tragedy is this?” said Basil. ‘Miss Decies dead! © Good heavens!” Then, instinctively, and at the same moment, their glances fell once more upon the stiff, ashen figure in the arm- chair. It was like some horrible wax- work. “But why here?” Basil whispered at last. “Why here?” Grant wrung his hands with a ges- ture of despair. “I do not know,” he said; “I do not know. What must we do?” “Look,” Basil answered, suddenly pointing to a small table which stood by the side -of the body. .Upon the table: was_an.ordinary, dark blue bot- tle, with the word “Poison” upon it, There was also an en- on a.red lable. velope, and it was addressed, saw, to Michael Grant. Marriott, whose nerves were the most stable of the two, walked up to the table. He lifted the bottle, which was uncorked, and smelled. A faint odor, as of peaches, came to him. “That is very simple,” he said; “prussic acid.” He put down the bottle. Then he bent over the dead woman, took one long hand in his, and felt for the thin wrist among the laces. The pody was hardly yet cold. “Good “Lord! The woman must have been alive less than an hour ago!” Basil said. Grant took up the letter with shak- ing hands, succeeded with some diffi- culty in tearing open the envelope, and took out a sheet of paper. He open- ed the paper. 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