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Otago Witness, Issue 2317, 28 July 1898, Page 49

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Chapter XXIV. By Stealth. EFORE she had parted from the Marquis she had made a, demand boldly and fearlessly, to which, not without the most vehement protest, he had been compelled to accede. She knew him well, and was aware that, in order to gain his own ends, he would betray and

denounce his nearest relative; that, although a shrewd, clever statesman, he had won universal popularity and esteem in Italy by reason of certain shady transactions by which he had posed as the saviour of his country. The revelations she could make regarding the undercurrent of affairs in Rome would astound Europe. For that reason he had been forced to grant her what she asked in return for the incriminating paper from the archives of the Embassy.

For over an hour they sat together in the darkness engaged in a strange discussion, when at last they rose and together walked on, still deep in conversation. The Marquis had an appointment, and was about to take leave of her when, as they crossed the wide deserted space between the Admiralty and the Horse Guards, a man in a heavy fur-trimmed overcoat and felt hat, in hurrying past, gazed full into the faces of both. At that moment they were beneath one of the lamps flickering in the gusty wind, and he had a full view of them.

Gemma's eyes met his, and instantly the recognition was mutual. It was the man who had attempted to take her life — Frank Tristram. He had evidently arrived from the Continent by the day express from Paris, left his despatches at the Foreign Office, and was walking to his chambers in St. James's street by the nearest way across the Park. He usuallypreferred to walk home in order to stretch fcis legs, Cramped as they were by many tedious hours in railway carriages.

When he had passed he turned quickly as if to reassure himself, then with some muttered words he strode forward with his hands deep in his pockets and his head bent towards the cold boisterous wind.

" Did you notice that man who has just passed?" Gemma gasped, in a loav voice betraying alarm.

" No, who was heY" asked the Marquis, turning back to glance at the retreating figure. " A man you know ; Tristram, the English Foreign' Office messenger."' " Tristram !" ejaculated Montelupo quickly. "He's never recognised me 1 '" " I think so,"' she replied. "He looked straight into your face." The Minister ejaculated a fierce Italian oath. "Then the fact that I'm in London will be at once made known," be said.

"That is not of much importance, is it? Gastellani already knows, for you've been to the Embassy."

" But he will be silent. I'm here incognito," the Marquis cried quickly, in a changed voice. " I have several matters with regard to Abyssinia and our foreign policy to settle with the British Government, but am procastinating with an object. If they know yonder at the Foreign Office that I am in London and have not called upon their Minister it will be considered an insult and may strain our relations with England. This we can't afford to do. Those' English are useful to us. Italy has nothing to fear from an alliance of Franco and Russia, but nevertheless her only safe policy consists in a firm union with England. The Anglo-Italian naval alliance preserves the peace of Europe by throwing its weight into the scale against any disturber of tranquility. We shall want English ships to fight and protect us in the Mediterranean when France invades us on

the Tuscan shore." Then, after a moment's reflection he glanced at the illuminated clock face of Big Ben and added, " No, I must leave London at once, for in this direction I see a pressing danger. It's now nearly seven. I'll dine, and get away by the' night mail for Paris. I must be back in Rome again at the earliebt possible instant."

"Am I still to go to the Embassy? 1 ' she asked. "Of course," he answered quickly. " Don't delay an instant, it is imperative that we should obtain that document, and you are the only persoii wh-; dm successfully accomplish "the task. VVlieu ynu love done so, bring it to mo \a Pome.. O';v safety lies in the expedition* .v.iy in -.vl-ich you effect this coup."

" I hat's itfiiyos-

"In Rome?" she echoed sible."

" Why? With us everything is possible." "You forget that, owing to your absurd and foolish action a few months ago I shall find myself arrested the moment I cross the frontier," she answered. "Ah, yes, I quite forgot," he replied. " But that's easily remedied." They were passing through the square of the Horse Guards at that moment, and halting beneath a lamp where stood a cavalry sentry motionless and statuesque he took from 'his bulky wallet a visiting card and scribbled a few words upon its back. Then, handing it to her he said — "This is your passport. If .there is any difficulty in reaching me, present this." She took it, glanced at the scribbled words, and thrust it into her glove. Then, upon the wide pavement in Parliament street, a few moments later, he lifted his hat politely, and they parted. At noon next day Gemma called at the Embassy and was shown into the waiting room. ' She had not remained there Rxe minutes when suddenly the Ambassador's daughter burst into the room with a loud cry of welcome, and kissed her visitor enthusiastic ally on both cheeks in Italian fashion. Slight, and strange rather than pretty, she had a delicate face, dark eyes, a small quivering nose, a rather large, everruddy mouth, and curling, straggling black locks, which ever waved as in a perpetual breeze.

"I'm so glad, so very glad you've called, dear," Carmenilla, said enthusiastically. "Father mentioned the other day that you were in England, and I've wondered so often why you've never been to see us." " I've 'been staying with friends in the country," Gemma explained. "I you speak English quite well now." " A little. But oh ! it is so difficult," she laughed. "And it so different here to Firenze or Rome. The people are 5,0 strange." T , "Yes," Gemma sighed. "I have also found it so."' In their girlhood days they had been close. 1 friends through five years at the grey old ! convent of San Paolo della Croce in the Via ! della Chiesa at Firenze, and afterwards at , Rome, where Carmenilla had lived with a 1 rather eccentric old aunt, the MarcliesaTassino, while her father had been absent fulfilling the post of Ambassador at Vienna. " I'm so very glad you've called," Castellani's daughter repeated. "Come to my room, take off your things and stay to luncheon. Father'is out, and I'm quite alone." " The Count is out," repeated her visitor in a feigned tone of regret. Truth to tell, however, 1 - it was intelligence most welcome to her': "I'm- sorry he's not at home. We haven't met for so long." ■ j; I "Oh! he's dreadfully worried just now, his daughter answered. " The work at this I Embassy is terrible.' He seems Avritng and I interviewing people from morning to night. He works much harder now than any of the staff ; while at Brussels it was all so dif- ■ ferent. He had absolutely nothing to do. "But this England is such a great and i wonderful country, while Belgium is such a tiny one," Gemma observed. "The whole diplomatic world revolves around London." " Yes, of course," she resumed. " But to sustain Italy's prestige we arc compelled to do such lot's of entertaining. I'm terribly sick of it all. The situation in Rome began to change almost as soon as father was appointed here, and now it has become txtremoly grave and critical. The men who were once his friends are now his bitterest foes. He has adjusted several most difficult matters recently, but no single word of commendation has he received from the Marquis Montelupo." , " Perhaps tlie Marquis is not his friend. Gemma hazarded, for" the purpose of ascertaining the extent of her knowledge. "No. He is his enemy ; e of that lam absolutely confident," the girl replied. "I hate him. He's never straightforward. Once, in Rome, he tried to worm from me a secret of my father's, and because I _ would not speak he" has never forgiven me. ' "Was it some very deep secret 'l Gemma inquired. "Yes. It concerned the prestige of Italy and my father's reputation for probity," she replied. " Why the King trusts him so implicitly I cannot understand. "If there are" serious political complications in Rome, as you seem to thinly then <he days of his power are numbered, observed her visitor, now master of herself a wain. " The Ministry will be thrown out. °" Ah ! that would 'be the best thing that could happen for Italy," she declared with a look of wisdom. "Montelupo is my father's enemy ; he seeks to fetter him 111 even' notion 'in order that his reputation as a" diplomat may be ruined, s-o that the Kin" riav be foivod to send him his letters of recall.' Truly the post of Ambassador in London is no" sinecure." , Gemma was silent. She hesitated and shuddered. Carmenilla noticed it, and "a&kcd her if she was cold. . " No, no, ' she answered guic I *^ it is quite \» arm and cosy heie." The ■«**> pUyca on her smooth si in to admiration, aucl niO colour changed iii her excited face. _ „ At luncheon, served with tiuit suueiineaS which characterised the whole »f Ue Ambassador's household, they dotted on. aa women will chat, of dress, of books, of plays, and of the latest gossip from 1 lorence and Rome, the two centres of Italian society. They were eating their dessert when the hall porter entered, bearing a card upon the salver. Carmenilla glanced at it, smiled, and rose to excuse herself. "A visitor!" Gemma exclaimed. ".Who is itr

Her friend hesitated, blushing ever 9* faintly.

"An Englishman," she answered. " I won't be more than 10 minutes. Try and amuse yourself, won't you, dear? Go back to the boudoir and play. I khow you lovo music." And she left the room hurriedly. The card was still lying beside her plate, and Gemma, in curiosity, reached forward and took it up. In an instant, however, she cast it from her.

The man who had called was Frank' Trir.Jr.>.m.

In order not to attract the undue attention (■? the grave-faced man v/ho stood silent and immovable lief ore the great carved oak buffet, she finished her apple leisurely, Pipped the thvy cup of coffee, dipped the tip* of her fingers in the silver-rimmed bowl of rose-scented water, and rising, passed out along the corridor back to the warm cosy little room where they had passed such a pleasant hour.

She had detected Carmenilla's flushed cheeks, and had a suspicion that this caller was no ordinary friend. This man whose murderous fingers had not long ago clutched themselves around her own throat was a friend of this smart, slim girl who was so much admired in London society. She stood silent in the centre of the little room, her heart beating wildly, wondering whether she might, without arousing suspicion, retrace her steps along that thickly-carpeted corridor and secure the document which Montelupo required. The voice of servants sounded outside, and she knew that at present to approach and unlock- the door unobserved was impossible.

Therefore she advanced to the grate, and spreading out her chilly nervous hands to the fire, waited, determined to possess herself in patience. Even now she felt inclined to draw back because of the enormous risk she ran. Castellani was not her friend. If he knew, he might give her over to the English police as a common thief. Her face was of death-like pallor at that moment of indecision. Again she shuddered. With her hand upon her heaving breasfc as if to allay an acute pain that centred there, her white lips moved, but no sound escaped them. She listened. The servants had gone.

Carmenilhi was downstairs chatting with Tristram, the house at last seemed silent; and deserted, therefore Gemma, losing no time in further indecision, and holding her silken skirts tight around her so that they. should not uistle, crept out on tiptoe, hold-< ing in her hand the key which Montelupa had given her. At first she proceeded slowly and noiselessly, but fearing detection hurried forward as she approached the door of the Amassador's room.

At last she gained it, breathless. With scarce a sound she placed the key in the lock and a moment later was inside, closing the door after her.

Unhesitatingly ahe went straight to the table, and placed her hand upon the drawer containing the document. It was locked. Next instant her heart beat wildly ag her quick oye espied the key still remaining^ in another drawer, and taking it, she opened the locked drawer and stood examining the great blue official envelope n her hand".

Yes, the blue pencil mark was upon it in the form of a cross, as the Marquis had des* cribed. She had gained what she sought.^ Triumph was hers.

Quickly sho turned to make her exit, but next second fell back with a loud cry of alarm. ,

Conut CastclUni had entered noiselessly, and was standing erect and motionless between her and the door.