DISRAELI.

Stratford Evening Post, Issue 85, 26 June 1930, Page 3

DISRAELI.

Deeford had promised on his .word of honour not to breathe a word Of this project to my one—or to explain' M r Meyers' presence —but he lacked the ability, or perhaps it should be called experience, to control his actions. He jumped out of his chair as a rebuff to Fol-

jambe and left the room. Foljambe A wa 8 clever enough to understand significance of Deeford?s silence. W Later Mrs Travers came to call on the Disraelis, and Clarissa too arrived to" se 0 how Charles was getting: on .with his uew worft. When qiarissa an'd Charles want into the (garden together, Mrs Travers was-able to read the note that iKoljambfe ,had surreptitiously slipped into her hand. She sat down at the writing table and beat a tattoo on the table'with a paper knife. Suddtenly Poijambei appeared with ; jßome papers i*a his hand. "Agatha—l" ; "Sh—Meyers?"

jump. Those shares I mean to have. The Bank of England refused to back me, but to-day Meyers has given me a blank cheque, now Foljambe knows—-Russia knows. In a week Foljambe will be in Cairo, and whatever sum I offer he will double."

"Is there no remedy?" Clarissa asked.

Cue. I must send a man to the

Khedive with unlimited powers, ready to outbid anything and ready to pay on the nail."

' "Yes."' ' , £ \ "About the canal?" "Yes.?" • "They are agreed." "How; do you know?" Foljambe asked. . . . ■ "I- saw" them coming out of the office. Both radiant." "Then—what?" ■t . "Cairo. Start now. Instructions Pat Trieste ty way of Qstend." I "Ostend?" [ Disraeli opened the door and joined his guest. Foljambe slammed the door at. •which he wag standing, as though Jbte had 'just entered. ,: "Here are the papers giving the figures you -afsked for, sir," lie said obsequiously.. "Thank you, Mr Foljambe." J" And "how,is your poor luisbanaT' Disraeli asked with conV rn of thrl&Av vtiuo...

"What must be the man's qualifications?" ipeeford inquired. "A strong, gilelit man, subtle and cunning, fighting wilin'ess with witness." "Have you such a man, {sir?"

"I've sent for him."

Clarissa' began to weep softly. "For a moment," she sobbed, "I had hoped—it might be" She looked at Charles. "Don't say it, Clarissa!" Deeford bogged.

"Do say it, Clarissa," Disraeli said wtih growing enthusiasm. "Because there is another kind of man who might b e twice as useful, a man so honest that .the rogues would th.uk him a rogue, so truthful that they'd swear he was lying, so simple that they'd , never fathom him. You are the man, Charles," he finished.

"I —to lie trusted with this mission?" Deeford was incredulous.

"No bai.er, I fear. still abroad. Will you kindly make my excuses to the young people?" she finished; Using, j | j "You ar e not going" * "-' ; "I promised to help dea r Lady

"But I have failed already." "Nearly all my successes in life are founded on previous failurejs. You have only to meet all the cunning with that stolid British face of yours, and th e schemers will bo disarmed. Will you go? There will be grave danger—l mean danger of death"

Probert. She i s organising a ba-

i zaar." V "Ah, always' occupied with good I irorks. ;. Always with your haud iu jßome greaff undertaking, in secret, ■too-," he added significantly. When she had gone Mr Disraeli sat down at',the desk where. Mrs Travers had sat, murmuring to himself—"Ostend—Ostend." He picked up the paper knife and tapped it on the desk. FoJjatobe opened the door.

"I will go." "Clarissa, do you forbid him to go?"

"1 cannot—forbid," she answered through he r tears. "He must go." "Then 1 think I may tell, him,"

Disraeli went on, "there is a great

1 reward awaiting his return." , "If I succeed?" asked Charles. "If you succeed or fail," Clarissa

"Oh r - I— I beg your pardon, sir," he apologised confujsedly. "I thought;you called." Disraeli wag n'ot long in coming to a conclusion, and to make sure he was right he appealed to Charles, who had Julst come in from the garden Clarissa. He wanted to know if Mr Foljamhe had made

answered

I "I could start ,th e day after toI morrow," Charles decided.

j "Capital

That will make the un-

I dertaking so much more in'terest- ! iug," Disraeli said. "Your friend,

Foljamhe, will have forty-eight hours' start with Ismail." ; "You mean I shall, be too late? I Well, to-morrow then."

any comment on Meyers' visit. "He .asked questions, but I snubbed him," Charles stated. "Fi':ially he had the impertinence to say you were seeing Meyers about", he looked at 'Clarissa. "Shall I speak before Lady Pevensey?"

"That's better, but Foljamhe can do a great deal in a day." Well—there's a night mail to-

night at nine."

"Now!" Disraeli said rising. "In

ten minutes."

"Yes, y;es." • : • "About the Suez ,Canal." ;"And what did you say?" S'l merely {stood up and looked at him."

In the n'ext fe w weekjs the doctor called often at the Disraeli, home, really to treat Lady Beaconsfield. But Loudon would have it that Disraeli himself was ill, and eVery newspaper carried a report to that effect. Disraeli, meanwhile, busied himself at home with his garden

Disraeli threw up his hands in horror.

"What more could you have told him if you had talked an hour? " "Oh, well," Charles assured him, "he is easily muzzled. I shall call him." ','*':

and his peacocks. It was not a had idea at that particular time to allow England to believe he was inactixe. When the thing was settled { that would be the time to show himself. Clarissa came daily for two reason's. She was waiting

A few moments later JDteeford came back with the news that Foljambe "was not around. 'Then I shall tell ycu where he Is," Disraeli said. "He is at the Victoria Station catchiug the 10.30 express to Ostend, to Trieste and so tr» Ca.*W :»ii .1 "For God's sake, who is he?" Deeford asked. P'^-fMI

for news from Charles, and she wanted to be with Lady Beaccusfield as much as possible because she was not well. After many anxious

days of waiting, news came at last. Disraeli read Charles' telegram to

th e two women

"He Is Mrs Travers' husband. He

an'd she are agents—spies, whom

"The celery is ripe to cut." Disraeli replied to their looks of [surprise by showing them the code in which th e message was written. "That means," he explained, "the

Russia . has f* ent to discover what

you have told them."

"Why did you employ him, knowing he was a fapy?" "Because I wanted to have him

Suez Caiial Purchase is completed an'd the cheque accepted." While Clarissa wept far joy, Disraeli told Lady Beaconsfield that

tinder my own eye. For weeks bo has ben spying about in this

room scretly. I've laid traps for him—letters for him to read to give

now a'.iother dream of his could be realised—to mak e their sovereign Empress of India. And now lie

him a iV'se scent— w'l-a you"

'Tluhdered," Deeforl put in

must telegraph to Meyers. Ho had made it all possible—another Jew. There would be a peerage for him. He feat down and wrote the triumphant words to Meyers, but there

"Sit down." Disraeli noddled to both of them. "Ismail Pasha, Khe-

dive of 1 Egypt, is under the im-

frressiotf he is Rameses the Oreat,

hut the only pyramid he has Tailsid is 'a pyramid, of debt. Egypt

Is a dry bone, out of which he has pucked the last ounce of marrow.

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The last assets he hajs are the controlling shares in the Suez Canal, and these he is dying to sell to the Ihignest bidder. Fn.uce built the canal, but i s too poor to buy it. Russia covets it ajs a means of snatching India. .England as a means of defending it. Both pretend the purchase is the last thing they are thinking of. Both are watching each other like cats. And Ismail sits aid waits for the cat to

was no need to sen'd them out, for just then the ge-atleman in question was being announced to Disraeli. "Delighted to see you, Mr Meyers," Disraeli N greeted him effusively. He bowed to the ladies, and then looked around uneasily. He was excited an'd nervous, and] begged quickly for a few moments alone with the Prime Minister. "I was just about t 0 scad you a telegram," Disraeli began. "Pardon me. You must hear me first, Mr Disraeli, I can hardly tell ycu—l am bankrupt." "13 don't understand." "My house is bankrupt." "You mean you are temporarily pressed," Disraeli interpreted it in his own way. I (To be concluded.) ]