Part 17 (1/2)
”Indeed not. You have a new female friend.”
Andre looked surprised.
”Her name is Angelique,” Palmerston reported. ”She is twenty years old and comes from Reims. She likes to dance. Her father is a cabinetmaker.”
”Your Lords.h.i.+p, I am careful about what I tell her. She is part of my cover. She does not know my secrets.”
”No need to be alarmed, Andre. I determined that she isn't a threat. I mention these details merely to emphasize that even though we meet only twice a year, I think about each of you every day.”
”Your Lords.h.i.+p,” the Englishman who called himself Giovanni said quickly, ”if you heard that I was drinking, it is not to the excess that I pretend. It is all for appearances, so that the Italian authorities won't suspect that I am serious.”
”I am aware of that,” Palmerston responded. ”I'm not disappointed in any of you.”
They looked relieved.
”I trust that you won't disappoint me. You are truly always on my mind.”
Palmerston focused his gaze on each of them, one at a time, displaying the powerful presence that had made him variously war secretary, foreign secretary, and home secretary.
”Face-to-face every six months, we reestablish our bond. We reaffirm from the solid looks we give one another that I can depend on you and that you can depend on me. Can I? Can I depend on you?”
”You know you can, Your Lords.h.i.+p,” Niels a.s.sured him.
”Anselmo, Wolfgang, Mikhail?” Again Palmerston used aliases that identified the countries to which the English operatives were a.s.signed.
”You have my complete loyalty, Your Lords.h.i.+p,” Mikhail a.s.serted. ”The mission is all that matters.”
The others nodded resolutely.
”Make your reports.”
One by one, they described their progress.
”I am encouraged.”
”Thank you, Your Lords.h.i.+p.”
”Do you need more resources?”
”Additional weapons, ammunition, explosives, and printing presses,” Wolfgang responded. ”Not to mention the alcohol to prime mobs into using them.”
”And all of that will require?”
”Twenty thousand pounds.”
The others identified the amounts they needed in France, Spain, Italy, Denmark, and Russia.
”The funds will be provided through the usual means,” Palmerston told them, taking the huge sums of money for granted.
”I hear rumors that the queen is with child again,” Andre said.
”No,” Palmerston replied, ”although I'm a.s.sured that she plans to keep trying. Eight children aren't sufficient for her. Her Majesty wants more offspring and intends to marry all her children to the royal houses of Europe in the hopes of guaranteeing that Europe won't threaten the British Empire. She wishes to be known as the grandmother of the Continent. But that will take many years, and Her Majesty is foolish to imagine that blood relations won't quarrel. Our way is more a.s.sured. Eighteen forty-eight proved the wisdom of our method. Destabilizing Europe is the only way to protect the empire.”
EIGHTEEN FORTY-EIGHT. The widening division between rich and poor became so extreme that revolutions spread throughout almost every nation on the Continent.
The upheavals began in France, where the original blood-filled revolution of 1789 was still being felt and where a near civil war in 1848 brought an end to the recently returned monarchy. The furor spread to the Italian and German states, to the Habsburg Empire, to Belgium, Switzerland, Denmark, and Poland. In many cases, the effects of the uprisings were short-lived, with aristocrats soon returning to power. But a mere six years after the Year of Revolution, fear still preoccupied the upper cla.s.s throughout Europe.
Great Britain was one of the few countries not to experience a revolution, with the result that it rose to the height of world power, becoming the master of the globe. What only a handful of the inner circle knew was that Lord Palmerston's methodical progression from war secretary to foreign secretary to home secretary had allowed him to establish a network of provocateurs, who incited the workers of the Continent to rebel against their rich masters. By keeping Europe in turmoil, he a.s.sured Great Britain's dominance.
As he told his espionage operatives, ”Destabilizing Europe is the only way to protect the empire.”
But for all his apparent confidence, Palmerston knew that he had gone almost too far. The spirit of revolution that he had created on the Continent had inadvertently infected England. In 1848, a total of 150,000 members of a labor group called the Chartists had a.s.sembled in London, south of the Thames on Kennington Common near Vauxhall Gardens. They intended to march on Parliament and demand yearly elections, universal voting privileges for every man in England, and the right for nonproperty owners to be elected.
Fear of the consequences caused Palmerston to commission 150,000 special constables to preserve order, one for every Chartist. Military units blocked all the bridges across the Thames. In the end, the Chartists agreed that only a few representatives would cross the river and present their pet.i.tion to the government, which pretended to consider it but ultimately did nothing. The Chartists returned to their homes throughout the country. The crisis was averted.
But Palmerston knew that things might have turned out quite differently because of the demon that he had created.
HE DESCENDED THE HIDDEN STAIRWAY, slid the wardrobe back into place, crossed the bedroom, unlocked the door, and greeted the beguiling young actress in the sitting room.
She peered up from the script of the new melodrama that would include a stabbing in an onstage pool as well as two explosions. With a smile she asked, ”Are you finished with me, Your Lords.h.i.+p?”
Palmerston studied his pocket watch and sighed. ”Unfortunately.”
”Always at your service, Your Lords.h.i.+p.”
”You're very charming.”
Someone knocked on the door-three times, then once. Palmerston peered through a peephole and opened the door, where Brookline waited for him.
”Ninety minutes. Punctual as always, Colonel.”
They proceeded along the club's corridor, pa.s.sed the security officer at the top of the marble stairs, and descended to the club's ornate lobby. Meanwhile, on the topmost floor, the agents disguised as workers left the meeting room and continued pretending to renovate the club. At sunset, they would exit through the servants' door. A different set of workers, these legitimate, would arrive the next morning.
”Colonel, you were in India in 'forty-eight,” Palmerston said at the bottom of the stairs. ”Did word reach there about the near-revolt in London?”
”The Chartist rebellion, Your Lords.h.i.+p? Yes. Most alarming. We were always alert against a similar attempted mutiny by the natives in India.”
Outside the club, they pa.s.sed the security agent dressed as a doorman. At the end of the curtained tunnel, a different-colored coach awaited them.
”You're using another vehicle?” Palmerston asked.
”It's one of my new security precautions, Your Lords.h.i.+p. Anyone who followed you here might have continued following the earlier vehicle in the expectation that it would return here for you. That would be easier for them than waiting for you to leave and taking the risk that they'd be noticed on the street.”
”You suspect I'm being followed?”
”That's always my a.s.sumption, Your Lords.h.i.+p.”
Brookline and the operative guarding the tunnel flanked Palmerston so that no one could see him step into the coach. As a final precaution, just before Brookline climbed inside, he scanned the area.
He looked for the telltale indicator of surveillance-someone who wasn't moving amid the constant commotion of the street. Today, it was easier to look for surveillance because the street was less populated than usual, nervous people hurrying home before dark and the further set of murders that were predicted to occur.