The Maids of Paradise - ebook

Contents

PREFACE

PART FIRST

I. AT THE TELEGRAPH

II. THE GOVERNMENT INTERFERES

III. LA TRAPPE

IV. PRISONERS

V. THE IMMORTALS

VI. THE GAME BEGINS

VII. A STRUGGLE FORESHADOWED

VIII. A MAN TO LET

PART SECOND

IX. THE ROAD TO PARADISE

X. THE TOWN-CRIER

XI. IN CAMP

XII. JACQUELINE

XIII. FRIENDS

XIV. THE PATH OF THE LIZARD

XV. FOREWARNED

XVI. A RESTLESS MAN

XVII. THE CIRCUS

PART THIRD

XVIII. A GUEST-CHAMBER

XIX. TRÉCOURT GARDEN

XX. THE SEMAPHORE

XXI. LIKE HER ANCESTORS

XXII. THE SECRETPREFACE

As far as the writer knows, no treasure-trains were actually sent to the port of Lorient from the arsenal at Brest. The treasures remained at Brest.

Concerning the German armored cruiser _Augusta_, the following are the facts: About the middle of December she forced the blockade at Wilhelmshafen and ran for Ireland, where, owing to the complaisance of the British authorities, she was permitted to coal.

From there she steamed towards Brest, capturing a French merchant craft off that port, another near Rochefort, and finally a third. That ended her active career during the war; a French frigate chased her into the port of Vigo and kept her there.

To conclude, certain localities and certain characters have been sufficiently disguised to render recognition improbable. This is proper because “The Lizard” is possibly alive to-day, as are also the mayor of Paradise, Sylvia Elven, Jacqueline, and Speed, the latter having barely escaped death in the _Virginius_expedition. The original of Buckhurst now lives in New York, and remains a type whose rarity is its only recommendation.

Those who believe they recognize the Countess de Vassart are doubtless in error. Mornac, long dead, is safe in his disguise; Tric-Trac was executed on the Place de la Roquette, and celebrated in doggerel by an unspeakable ballad writer. There remains Scarlett; dead or alive, I wish him well.

Robert W. Chambers.

Ormond, Florida, _Feb. 7, 1902_.I

AT THE TELEGRAPH

On the third day of August, 1870, I left Paris in search of John Buckhurst.

On the 4th of August I lost all traces of Mr. Buckhurst near the frontier, in the village of Morsbronn. The remainder of the day I spent in acquiring that “general information” so dear to the officials in Paris whose flimsy systems of intelligence had already begun to break down.

On August 5th, about eight o’clock in the morning, the military telegraph instrument in the operator’s room over the temporary barracks of the Third Hussars clicked out the call for urgency, not the usual military signal, but a secret sequence understood only by certain officers of the Imperial Military Police. The operator on duty therefore stepped into my room and waited while I took his place at the wire.

I had been using the code-book that morning, preparing despatches for Paris, and now, at the first series of significant clicks, I dropped my left middle finger on the key and repeated the signal to Paris, using the required variations. Then I rose, locked the door, and returned to the table. 4

“Who is this?” came over the wire in the secret code; and I answered at once: “Inspector of Foreign Division, Imperial Military Police, on duty at Morsbronn, Alsace.”

After considerable delay the next message arrived in the Morse code: “Is that you, Scarlett?”

And I replied: “Yes. Who are you? Why do you not use the code? Repeat the code signal and your number.”

The signal was repeated, then came the message: “This is the Tuileries. You have my authority to use the Morse code for the sake of brevity. Do you understand? I am Jarras. The Empress is here.” Instantly reassured by the message from Colonel Jarras, head of the bureau to which I was attached, I answered that I understood. Then the telegrams began to fly, all in the Morse code:

_Jarras._“Have you caught Buckhurst?”

_I._“No.”

_Jarras._“How did he get away?”

_I._“There’s confusion enough on the frontier to cover the escape of a hundred thieves.”

_Jarras._“Your reply alarms the Empress. State briefly the present position of the First Corps.”

_I._“The First Corps still occupies the heights in a straight line about seven kilometres long; the plateau is covered with vineyards. Two small rivers are in front of us; the Vosges are behind us; the right flank pivots on Morsbronn, the left on Neehwiller; the centre covers Wörth. We have had forty-eight hours’ heavy rain.”

_Jarras._“Where are the Germans?”

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