Part 13 (1/2)

She had recovered to an extent.

”What is your price for not telling?”

I replied:

”Let Russia slip this once, gain me the information I seek and nothing further shall be said.”

Her air of surprise was perfect.

”Russia? I know nothing at all about Russia.”

I smiled, walked to her desk where there was a silver tray, and picked up a sugared rose.

”You're clever, Paula, but careless. Know nothing about Russia, yet have acquired a taste for the fine candies of the Moscovites?

Remarkable, Paula.”

She bit her lips.

”What do you want?”

”Now before we begin, Paula,”--that name seemed to vex her--”let it be understood that there is to be no double dealing here. It would be an easy matter for you to have me legitimately a.s.sa.s.sinated.”

She would do that in this way:

She would tell one of her many admirers that I had insulted her. One morning I would come downstairs to be slapped in the face before a hotel full of people and what could I do? It would be a case of pistols and I would get a bullet.

”Remember,” I cautioned her, ”if anything happens to me here--and if they in Vienna do not hear from me every six hours, on the seventh you will be arrested. You will be arrested on an Imperial Austrian warrant. Your friends in here, army officers, though they are, will not dare to help you. Servia will not take the chance of angering Austria by refusing to acknowledge the imperial warrant. Remember, Paula, there is now an Austrian army on the Servian border.”

The look she gave me was venomous.

”Now I'll tell you what I want,” I continued. ”Major Schuvealoff is in the Russian pay. He has got the key to the Russian influence here.

He knows just how far they are prepared to go. I want that key.

You've got to get it. I have the Major pretty well sounded. Money would be very acceptable to him. He is half-willing to sell out Russia, but he fears your supervision. I know that you were sent here by Russia, Paula, just to keep your eye on agents in Russian pay, princ.i.p.ally on our friend Schuvealoff. I know you have not the situation in hand like he has. If you had, I wouldn't bother going any further, I'd get it from you . . . Now your part is to give him to understand that he has nothing to fear from you. No lapse by him will be reported. You're rather fond of him already, aren't you? If you value his safety you'd better do as I ask. Otherwise I shall also let him go up. I hold something over his head too.”

This last shot in the dark seemed to bear the most weight with her.

She said:

”What guarantee have I that you'll keep your side of the bargain?”

I said none, for the simple reasOn I couldn't give any.

”Your own sense,” I explained, ”and knowledge of the work you're doing should tell you that it is to my interest to get results, and not trouble about other things. I'll promise you, however, no further interference for this affair in Crakau. There will also be the price of a diamond collar in it for you.” (I subsequently filed a requisition for $1,000 to be paid her, but I think she got more.) ”You agree? Good!”

The agreement closed, I went back to the hotel well satisfied with the night's work.

Early the next morning a very perturbed Major Schovealoff was shown into my chamber. I greeted him cordially and opened fire with the remark.

”I see Mlle. Valon has conferred with you.”

He started.