“If you will go on, gentlemen, I will follow you in a minute,” said Anthony.
He waited while the others filed out, and then turned to where Superin-tendent Battle was standing1 apparently2 absorbed in examining the panel-ling.
“Well, Battle? Want to ask me something, don’t you?”
“Well, I do, sir, though I don’t know how you knew I did. But I alwaysmarked you out as being specially3 quick in the uptake. I take it that thelady who is dead was the late Queen Varaga?”
“Quite right, Battle. It’ll be hushed up, I hope. You can understand whatI feel about family skeletons.”
“Trust Mr. Lomax for that, sir. No one will ever know. That is, a lot ofpeople will know, but it won’t get about.”
“Was that what you wanted to ask me about?”
“No, sir — that was only in passing. I was curious to know just whatmade you drop your own name—if I’m not taking too much of a liberty?”
“Not a bit of it. I’ll tell you. I killed myself for the purest motives4, Battle.
My mother was English, I’d been educated in England, and I was far moreinterested in England than in Herzoslovakia. And I felt an absolute foolknocking about the world with a comic-opera title tacked5 on to me. Yousee, when I was very young, I had democratic ideas. Believed in the purityof ideals, and the equality of all men. I especially disbelieved in kings andprinces.”
“And since then?” asked Battle shrewdly.
“Oh, since then, I’ve travelled and seen the world. There’s damned littleequality going about. Mind you, I still believe in democracy. But you’ve gotto force it on people with a strong hand—ram it down their throats. Mendon’t want to be brothers—they may some day, but they don’t now. My be-lief in the brotherhood6 of man died the day I arrived in London last week,when I observed people standing in a Tube train resolutely7 refuse to moveup and make room for those who entered. You won’t turn people into an-gels by appealing to their better natures just yet awhile—but by judiciousforce you can coerce8 them into behaving more or less decently to one an-other to go on with. I still believe in the brotherhood of man, but it’s notcoming yet awhile. Say another ten thousand years or so. It’s no good be-ing impatient. Evolution is a slow process.”
“I’m very interested in these views of yours, sir,” said Battle with atwinkle. “And if you’ll allow me to say so, I’m sure you’ll make a very fineking out there.”
“Thank you, Battle,” said Anthony with a sigh.
“You don’t seem very happy about it, sir?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I daresay it will be rather fun. But it’s tying oneselfdown to regular work. I’ve always avoided that before.”
“But you consider it your duty, I suppose, sir?”
“Good Lord, no! What an idea. It’s a woman — it’s always a woman,Battle. I’d do more than be a king for her sake.”
“Quite so, sir.”
“I’ve arranged it so that the Baron9 and Isaacstein can’t kick. The onewants a king, and the other wants oil. They’ll both get what they want, andI’ve got—oh, Lord, Battle, have you ever been in love?”
“I am much attached to Mrs. Battle, sir.”
“Much attached to Mrs.—oh, you don’t know what I’m talking about! It’sentirely different!”
“Excuse me, sir, that man of yours is waiting outside the window.”
“Boris? So he is. He’s a wonderful fellow. It’s a mercy that pistol went offin the struggle and killed the lady. Otherwise Boris would have wrung10 herneck as sure as Fate, and then you would have wanted to hang him. His at-tachment to the Obolovitch dynasty is remarkable11. The queer thing wasthat as soon as Michael was dead he attached himself to me—and yet hecouldn’t possibly have known who I really was.”
“Instinct,” said Battle. “Like a dog.”
“Very awkward instinct I thought it at the time. I was afraid it mightgive the show away to you. I suppose I’d better see what he wants.”
He went out through the window. Superintendent12 Battle, left alone,looked after him for a minute, then apparently addressed the panelling.
“He’ll do,” said Superintendent Battle.
Outside Boris explained himself.
“Master,” he said, and led the way along the terrace.
Anthony followed him, wondering what was forward.
Presently Boris stopped and pointed13 with his forefinger14. It was moon-light, and in front of them was a stone seat on which sat two figures.
“He is a dog,” said Anthony to himself. “And what’s more a pointer!”
He strode forward. Boris melted into the shadows.
The two figures rose to meet him. One of them was Virginia—the other—
“Hullo, Joe,” said a well- remembered voice. “This is a great girl ofyours.”
“Jimmy McGrath, by all that’s wonderful,” cried Anthony. “How in thename of fortune did you get here?”
“That trip of mine into the interior went phut. Then some dagos camemonkeying around. Wanted to buy that manuscript off me. Next thing I asnear as nothing got a knife in the back one night. That made me think thatI’d handed you out a bigger job than I knew. I thought you might needhelp, and I came along after you by the very next boat.”
“Wasn’t it splendid of him?” said Virginia. She squeezed Jimmy’s arm.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me how frightfully nice he was? You are, Jimmy,you’re a perfect dear.”
“You two seem to be getting along all right,” said Anthony.
“Sure thing,” said Jimmy. “I was snooping round for news of you, when Iconnected with this dame15. She wasn’t at all what I thought she’d be—someswell haughty16 society lady that’d scare the life out of me.”
“He told me all about the letters,” said Virginia. “And I feel almostashamed not to have been in real trouble over them when he was such aknight-errant.”
“If I’d known what you were like,” said Jimmy gallantly17, “I’d not havegiven him the letters. I’d have brought them to you myself. Say, youngman, is the fun really over? Is there nothing for me to do?”
“By Jove,” said Anthony, “there is! Wait a minute.”
He disappeared into the house. In a minute or two he returned with apaper package which he cast into Jimmy’s arms.
“Go round to the garage and help yourself to a likely looking car. Beat itto London and deliver that parcel at 17 Everdean Square. That’s Mr.
Balderson’s private address. In exchange he’ll hand you a thousandpounds.”
“What? It’s not the memoirs18? I understood that they’d been burnt.”
“What do you take me for?” demanded Anthony.
“You don’t think I’d fall for a story like that, do you? I rang up the pub-lishers at once, found out that the other was a fake call, and arranged ac-cordingly. I made up a dummy19 package as I’d been directed to do. But Iput the real package in the manager’s safe and handed over the dummy.
The memoirs have never been out of my possession.”
“Bully for you, my son,” said Jimmy.
“Oh, Anthony,” cried Virginia. “You’re not going to let them be pub-lished?”
“I can’t help myself. I can’t let a pal20 like Jimmy down. But you needn’tworry. I’ve had time to wade21 through them, and I see now why people al-ways hint that bigwigs don’t write their own reminiscences but hiresomeone to do it for them. As a writer, Stylptitch is an insufferable bore.
He proses on about statecraft, and doesn’t go in for any racy and indis-creet anecdotes22. His ruling passion of secrecy23 held strong to the end.
There’s not a word in the memoirs from beginning to end to flutter thesusceptibilities of the most difficult politician. I rang up Balderson today,and arranged with him that I’d deliver the manuscript tonight before mid-night. But Jimmy can do his own dirty work now that he’s here.”
“I’m off,” said Jimmy. “I like the idea of that thousand pounds—espe-cially when I’d made up my mind it was down and out.”
“Half a second,” said Anthony. “I’ve got a confession24 to make to you, Vir-ginia. Something that everyone else knows, but that I haven’t yet toldyou.”
“I don’t mind how many strange women you’ve loved so long as youdon’t tell me about them.”
“Women!” said Anthony, with a virtuous25 air. “Women indeed? You askJames here what kind of women I was going about with the last time hesaw me.”
“Frumps,” said Jimmy solemnly. “Utter frumps. Not one a day underforty-five.”
“Thank you, Jimmy,” said Anthony, “you’re a true friend. No, it’s muchworse than that. I’ve deceived you as to my real name.”
“Is it very dreadful?” said Virginia, with interest. “It isn’t something sillylike Pobbles, is it? Fancy being called Mrs. Pobbles.”
“You are always thinking the worst of me.”
“I admit that I did once think you were King Victor, but only for about aminute and a half.”
“By the way, Jimmy, I’ve got a job for you—gold prospecting26 in the rockyfastnesses of Herzoslovakia?”
“Is there gold there?” asked Jimmy eagerly.
“Sure to be,” said Anthony. “It’s a wonderful country.”
“So you’re taking my advice and going there?”
“Yes,” said Anthony. “Your advice was worth more than you knew. Nowfor the confession. I wasn’t changed at nurse, or anything romantic likethat, but nevertheless I am really Prince Nicholas Obolovitch of Herzoslov-akia.”
“Oh, Anthony,” cried Virginia. “How perfectly27 screaming! And I havemarried you! What are we going to do about it?”
“We’ll go to Herzoslovakia and pretend to be kings and queens. JimmyMcGrath once said that the average life of a king or queen out there is un-der four years. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Mind?” cried Virginia. “I shall love it!”
“Isn’t she great?” murmured Jimmy.
Then, discreetly28, he faded into the night. A few minutes later the soundof a car was heard.
“Nothing like letting a man do his own dirty work,” said Anthony withsatisfaction. “Besides, I didn’t know how else to get rid of him. Since wewere married I’ve not had one minute alone with you.”
“We’ll have a lot of fun,” said Virginia. “Teaching the brigands29 not to bebrigands, and the assassins not to assassinate30, and generally improvingthe moral tone of the country.”
“I like to hear these pure ideals,” said Anthony. “It makes me feel mysacrifice has not been in vain.”
“Rot,” said Virginia calmly, “you’ll enjoy being a king. It’s in your blood,you know. You were brought up to the trade of royalty31, and you’ve got anatural aptitude32 for it, just like plumbers33 have a natural bent34 for plumb-ing.”
“I never think they have,” said Anthony. “But, damn it all, don’t let’swaste time talking about plumbers. Do you know that at this very minuteI’m supposed to be deep in conference with Isaacstein and old Lollipop35?
They want to talk about oil. Oil, my God! They can just await my kinglypleasure. Virginia, do you remember my telling you once that I’d have adamned good try to make you care for me?”
“I remember,” said Virginia softly. “But Superintendent Battle was look-ing out of the window.”
“Well, he isn’t now,” said Anthony.
He caught her suddenly to him, kissing her eyelids36, her lips, the greengold of her hair. .?.?.
“I do love you so, Virginia,” he whispered. “I do love you so. Do you loveme?”
He looked down at her—sure of the answer.
Her head rested against his shoulder, and very low, in a sweet shakenvoice, she answered:
“Not a bit!”
“You little devil,” cried Anthony, kissing her again. “Now I know for cer-tain that I shall love you until I die. .?.?.”

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