"If one course fails," he said, "another must be adopted. I regret
having to make use of means which are somewhat clumsy and obvious.
But our pronouncement on this one point is final. Brott must not
be allowed to form a ministry."
She looked at him with something like horror in her soft full eyes.
"What would you do?" she murmured.
The Prince shrugged his shoulders.
"Well," he said, "we are not quite medieval enough to adopt the
only really sensible method and remove Mr. Brott permanently from
the face of the earth. We should stop a little short of that, but
I can assure you that Mr. Brott's health for the next few months is
a matter for grave uncertainty. It is a pity for his sake that you
failed."
She bit her lip.
"Do you know if he is still in London?" she asked.
"He must be on the point of leaving for Scotland," the Duke answered.
"If he once mounts the platform at Glasgow there will be no further
chance of any compromise. He will be committed irretrievably to
his campaign of anarchy."
"And to his own disaster," the Prince murmured.
Lucille remained for a moment deep in thought. Then she looked up.
"If I can find him before he starts," she said hurriedly, "I will
make one last effort."
CHAPTER XXV
He peered forward over his desk at the tall graceful figure whose
entrance had been so noiseless, and whose footsteps had been so
light that she stood almost within a few feet of him before he was
even aware of her presence.
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