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The Fate of a Crown

CHAPTER III A GOOD REPUBLICAN

Word Count: 2155    |    Released on: 21/11/2017

n the spy, who doubtless imagined many dangers in addition to those indicated in my diary. For my part, I became a bit ashamed of the imposition I

everal attempts to resume our former friendly intercourse

to confide to Dr. Neel, in a mysterious manner that must have amused him, that I was afflicted with an incomprehensible disease. He promptly mistook me for a hypochondriac, and humored me in a good-natured fashion, so that we were frequently observed by de Guarde in earnest and confidential conversation. My ruse

e doubts that so evidently oppressed him. He secluded himself in his state-room, under pretense o

Neel, which I parried in a way that tended to convince him that the physician was none other than the secret emissary sent by my uncle to Miguel de Pintra. The good Captain w

on a clear June morning at daybreak, and no time was lost in transferring the passengers o

y to Dr. Neel, who drove directly to his hotel, I caught a glimpse

I experienced on board the ship was dissolved by the bright sunshine and the sight o

k being decidedly grateful after the days on shipboard. Much as I longed to see the beauties of Brazil's famous capital, I dared not at this

is back, was now a power to be reckoned with, and as soon as he discovered that I had misled him the police would doubtles

without difficulty and found I h

Cuyaba," I said to th

he handed the card

enhor," he said. "It l

I returned,

odd uniform of black

id he, touching his visor in salute

nd I, realizing that trouble had already

four high wheels and covered with canvas. Startled at the sight I half turne

, my captor seating himself upon the bench besid

nt seat. One was driving the horses, and presently the

policeman

rco?" he demanded, in

rds I caught a quick flash as the man called Marco

the floor of the now flying wagon. The driver had but given a gla

dark eyes of the murderer. He smiled as he answered my l

n his soft, native patois. 35"Dom Miguel woul

tar

! You know

therwise you would not be so foolish as to deman

said, after a moment's thou

t in order to insure your safety. I am sorry," he added, gently touching the motionless

you taking

, where you may catch t

d y

done this cruel deed-and you will escape. The dr

d at no crime to advance their interests. If the royalists were but half so cruel I had indeed ventured into a nest of adders. And it was the thought o

jerk that nearly threw me from my seat. The s

nd the buildings of the city lay

stop to let you aboard. Farewell, and kindl

the tracks and waved the flag as 37directed. The engine slowed down, stopped a brie

ent, at leas

cting as secretary to a great political leader engaged in a struggle for the freedom of his country. The suggestion of danger my post involved had not frightened me, nor did it even now; but I shrank from the knowledge that cold-blooded assassination was apparently of little moment to these conspirators. In less than two hours after landing at Rio I found myself

the interior. Yet the country was beautifully green and peaceful under the steady

lthough at first I looked for arrest at every station where we halted, there

ted at a way-station, and a couple of hours later, as I was gazing thoughtfully out the window, the conductor aroused m

choking and coughing between the words. "It instructed me to a

stared back in

sent this trip from Rio, you know; but I cannot find the fellow anywhere aboard. Do you wonder?

n. The conductor nudged

e forest. Were I the American, and aboard this train, I would get out there, and wait among the trees in the forest until Dom Miguel'

platform. We slowed up at the curve a moment later, and I sprang to the ground an

t, and wishing with all my heart I had never ventured into this intrigue-ridden country. But

e road that wound between the railway track and the forest. It was drive

site me I stepped

om Miguel de Pi

nod

ise at my action, nor, indeed, any great interest in the meeting; but as soon as I was seated he whipped

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“Leaning back in my chair, I smoked my morning cigar and watched Uncle Nelson open his mail. He had an old-fashioned way of doing this: holding the envelope in his left hand, clipping its right edge with his desk shears, and then removing the inclosure and carefully reading it before he returned it to its original envelope. Across one end he would make a memorandum of the contents, after which the letters were placed in a neat pile.”