If you can get any
photographs do so. I know how you dislike this sort of work, prying
into private affairs, as you call it, but with all these sensational
sheets springing up around us, we must keep in line now and then. Do
you know anything about Hillars; is he dead or alive? Take all the
time you want for the story and send it by mail."
"The Princess Hildegarde!" I cried aloud. "The deuce take the woman!"
"What's that?" asked my assistant, who had overheard my outburst.
"Oh, I am to go across on a special story," I said with a snarl, "just
as I was fixing for a week's fishing. I've got to concern myself with
the Princess Hildegarde of Hohenphalia."
"Ah, the Princess Hildegarde?" said the young fellow, pushing back his
hat and elevating his feet, a trick he had acquired while being reared
in his native land, which was the State of Illinois, in America. "You
want to be careful. Every one burns his fingers or singes his wings
around that candle."
"What do you know about her?" I asked.
"A little. You see, about six months ago I discovered all regarding
Hillars and his fall from grace.
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