Jennie Baxter, Journalist, page 39 by Robert Barr
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rs, talked with the servants, and, in fact, with everyone, but never did she come upon a clue which promised to lead to a solution of the diamond difficulty. Once she penetrated into a turret room, and came unexpectedly upon the Prince, who was sitting on the window-ledge, looking absently out on the broad and smiling valley that lay for miles below the castle. He sprang to his feet and stared so fiercely at the intruder that the girl's heart failed her, and she had not even the presence of mind to turn and run.
"What do you want?" he said to her shortly, for he spoke English perfectly. "You are the young woman from Chicago, I suppose?"
"No," answered Miss Baxter, forgetting for the moment the role she was playing; "I am from London."
"Well, it doesn't matter; you are the young woman who is arranging my wife's correspondence?"
"Yes." The Prince strode rapidly forward and grasped her by the wrist, his brow dark with a forbidding frown. He spoke in a hoarse whisper:
"Listen, my good girl! Do you want to get more money from me than you will get from the Princess in ten years' service? Hearken, then, to what I tell you. If there are any letters from--from--men, will you bring them to me?"
Miss Baxter was thoroughly frightened, but she said to the Prince sharply,--
"If you do not let go my wrist, I'll scream. How dare you lay your hand on me?"
The Prince released her wrist and stepped back.
"Forgive me," he said; "I'm a very miserable man. Forget what I have said."
"How can I forget it?" cried the girl, gathering courage as she saw him quail before her blazing eyes. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to bring to me any letters written by--by----"
"Written by von Schaumberg," cried the girl, noticing his hesitation and filling in the blank.
A red wave of anger surged up in the Prince's face.
"Yes," he cried; "bring me a letter to her from von Schaumberg, and I'll pay you what you ask."