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Futrelle, Jacques, 1875-1912

"Elusive Isabel"

It seems
that I am barely in time. If it is signed--and it will be useless now on
your own statement unless you murder me--every man who signs it will
have to reckon with the highest power of this country. Will you destroy
it? I don't want to know what countries already stand committed by the
signatures there."
"I will not," was the steady response. And then, after a little: "Mr.
Grimm, the inventor of this little cap, insignificant as it seems, will
receive millions for it. Your silence would be worth--just how much?"
Mr. Grimm's face turned red, then white again.
"Which would you prefer? An independence by virtue of a great fortune,
or--or the other thing?"
Suddenly Miss Thorne tore the mask from her face and came forward. Her
cheeks were scarlet, and anger flamed in the blue-gray eyes.
"Mr. Grimm has no price--I happen to know that," she declared hotly.
"Neither money nor a consideration for his own personal safety will make
him turn traitor." She stared coldly into the prince's eyes. "And we are
not assassins here," she added.
"Miss Thorne has stated the matter fairly, I believe, your Highness,"
and Mr.


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