The Port of Missing Men by Meredith Nicholson
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"No; it is not funny. To see men like you fetching and carrying for dull
kings, who would drop through the gallows or go to planting turnips without your brains--it does not appeal to my sense of humor or to my imagination." "You put it coarsely," remarked the old man grimly. "I shall perhaps have a statue when I am gone." "Quite likely; and mobs will rendezvous in its shadow to march upon the royal palaces. If I were coming back to Europe I should go in for something more interesting than furnishing brains for sickly kings." "I dare say! Very likely you would persuade them to proclaim democracy and brotherhood everywhere." "On the other hand, I should become king myself." "Don't be a fool, Mr. John Armitage. Much as you have grieved me, I should hate to see you in a madhouse." "My faculties, poor as they are, were never clearer. I repeat that if I were going to furnish the brains for an empire I should ride in the state carriage myself, and not be merely the driver on the box, who keeps the middle of the road and looks out for sharp corners. Here is a plan ready to my hand. Let me find that lost document, appear in Vienna and announce myself Frederick Augustus, the son of the Archduke Karl! I knew both men intimately. You may remember that Frederick and I were born in the same month. I, too, am Frederick Augustus! We passed commonly in America as brothers. Many of the personal effects of Karl and Augustus are in my keeping--by the Archduke's own wish. You have spent your life studying |
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