Chapter 30 Chapter Thirty

"Everyone, please go first, I will come later." Anthony said. "He watched the others file out, and then turned back to the Combat Inspector, who was staring at a panel on the wall." "Ah, fighting, you're going to ask me something, aren't you?" "Well, yes, sir. But I don't know how you know what I'm going to ask you. But I've always thought you were different, with a keen sense of perception. I think the lady who died was Queen Faraja?" " "That's right, fight, I hope this matter will not be publicized. You can understand how I feel when someone dies in my family."

"Sir, on this point, you can trust Mr. Romax, and no one will know. That is to say, many people will know, but it will not be publicized." "Is that what you wanted to ask me?" "No, sir. That's just a passing mention, and I'd like to know why you gave up your name on earth—whether that's a presumptuous question?" "Not at all. I can tell you that I killed myself from the purest of motives. My mother was English, I was educated in England, and I cared more about England than Hezoslav. I thought I was a fool wandering around the world with a burlesque title, when I was young, I had democratic ideas, I believed in the ideal of purity, and the principle of equality for all, I especially didn't Monarchy."

"So, what about the future?" Fighting asked sensitively. "Ah, from now on I will travel around the world and see and see. There is almost no equal treatment in the world. But, you have to pay attention, I still believe in democracy. But to implement democracy, it must be forced by powerful people, force-feeding. People in the world don't want fraternity - one day they might, but they don't right now. The day I arrived in London last week, my belief in universal fraternity vanished without a trace. At that time, I noticed that people were standing in the underground cars and would never move up to make way for someone who had just arrived.

I can't persuade them to use their conscience and turn them into angels-but only in a sensible way to force them to get along with each other better.I still believe in the realm of all brothers, but now is not the time.In say another ten thousand years or so, maybe.Haste is no use now, evolution is a slow process. " "Sir, I'm very interested in your ideas." There was a light in Zhan Zhan's eyes. "And, let me say this, you'd make a very wise king there." "Thank you, fight," Anthony said with a sigh. "You don't seem very happy about this, sir?"

"Oh, I don't know. It's probably amusing. But it's unbearable to be entangled in a regular job all by yourself, and I used to avoid it." "But, sir, you consider it your duty, don't you?" "Oh! No! What a good idea you have. It's for a woman—oh, fighting, I can't do without a woman. For her, I'll do anything, not to mention being a king." "Indeed, sir." "I've made arrangements so that Sauron and Ershastan can't pick each other up. One needs a king, the other oil. They both get what they want, and I have- oh, fight, have you ever loved anyone ?”

"Sir, I love Mrs. Battle very much." "Loving Mrs.—ah, you don't know what I mean! That's a whole different thing!" "I'm sorry, sir, but your servant is waiting for you outside the window." "Boris? Oh, yes. He's a great fellow, and luckily the pistol went off in that fight and killed the lady. Otherwise, he'd have strangled her. Then you'd have him hanged." He's so loyal to the Oborovice dynasty, and it's strange that he came to me as soon as Michael died—and there's no way he'd know who I really am."

"Instinct." Battle said. "Like a dog." "At that time, I thought it was an inexplicable instinct. I was afraid of revealing the secret to you. I thought I'd better go and see what he wanted." He went out through the window, and the Combat Inspector looked after him for a moment, then, as if speaking to a panel on the wall. "He'll do his job," said the inspector general. Outside, Boris explained his purpose. "Master." He said, and then led the way, leading him down the corridor. Anthony followed him, wondering what lay ahead, he thought.

Soon, Boris stopped and pointed with his index finger.Under the moonlight, they saw a stone bench in front of them, on which two people sat. "What a dog he is," thought Anthony. "And it's a hunting dog that can guide the direction of its prey!" He strode over.By this time, Boris had disappeared in the darkness. The two rose to greet him, one of them was Virginia—the other— "Hello, Mi," said a familiar voice. "You are a wonderful lover." "Jimmy McGrath! Great!" cried Anthony. "How did you come?" "My trip to the interior fell through, and then some southern Europeans came to make trouble. They wanted to buy my manuscript. Then, one night, I almost got stabbed in the back. Then I thought of my You were given an unexpected and important task. I thought you might need help, so I took the next boat and followed you."

"Isn't it rare for him to do that?" Virginia said, squeezing Jimmy's arm tightly at the same time. "Why didn't you ever mention how kind he was to you? Jimmy, you're so kind!" "You two seem to be talking very speculatively!" Anthony said. "Of course," Jimmy said. "As soon as I get in touch with this lady, I'll hear about you. She's nothing like I imagined—a marvelous, haughty lady with palace access, who might scare the hell out of me!" "He told me all about the letter," said Virginia. "I was ashamed to think that he was such a hero and I never really suffered for those letters."

"I wish I knew what you looked like," Jimmy said briskly. "I won't give him the letter, I'll give it to you myself. Well, boy, here. Is the fun over?Is there anything I need to do? " "Ah!" said Anthony. "Yes! Wait a minute." He hurried back to the room.After a while he brought a paper bag and threw it to Jimmy. "Go to the garage and find any possible car. Drive to London and take this package to 77 Everpoint Square. It's Mr. Boldson's secret address and he'll give it to you when he gets it. A thousand pounds." "What? Isn't that the memoir manuscript? I heard it was burned."

"What do you think I am?" Anthony asked. "You don't think I'd believe that, do you? I called the boss of the publishing company right away and found out that the other call I got was a fake one, so I set it up by chance. I followed that According to the instructions of the boss of the publishing company, I made a package of fake manuscripts, and put the real one in the hotel manager's safe, and then handed over the fake package to someone who came, and the package of memoir manuscripts never left my hands." "My brother, I have wronged you." Jimmy said. "Oh, Anthony," cried Virginia. "You won't let them publish it?" "I had to. I couldn't let a good friend like Jimmy down. But you don't have to worry. I read it some time ago, and now I understand why people say that powerful people don't write their own memoirs." Well, they always hire someone to write a ghostwriter. As far as writing goes, Stiptitch writes unbearably dull. He just writes blandly about his statecraft, and he doesn't like to write vivid and thought-provoking Throughout the romantic anecdote he maintains his chief secrecy, there is not a single word in the memoir that would excite the sensibilities of the toughest politician. I called the owner of the publishing company today. , make an appointment with him, and I'll have the manuscript delivered by midnight tonight. But since Jimmy's here he can do his hard work himself." "I'm going," Jimmy said. "I'm glad I got the thousand pounds—especially since I've decided that mission has failed." "Wait," Anthony said. "Virginia, I have something to confess to you, something everyone knows, but I haven't told you yet." "I don't mind how many foreign women you've loved, as long as you don't tell me." "Woman!" said Anthony, with an air of integrity. "What woman! You ask James here what kind of woman I was with the last time he saw me." "Sloppy, ugly woman," said Jimmy solemnly. "Very untidy and very ugly! None of them are under forty-five." "Thank you, Jimmy," Anthony said. "You're such a friend. No, it's worse than that. I've been lying to you and not telling you my real name." "Is it a very indecent name?" said Virginia, concerned. "It can't be a ridiculous name like 'Papa's'? Is it? Think about it, what it feels like to be called 'Mrs. Papo'." "You always think the worst of me." "I admit, I did think you were King Victor, but that was only for a moment." "By the way, Jimmy, I have a very good job for you—prospecting for gold in a rocky and secluded part of the kingdom of Hesoslav." "Is there a gold mine there?" Jimmy asked eagerly. "Of course," Anthony said. "It's an amazing country." "So you take my advice and go there?" "Yes." Anthony said. "Your advice is valuable, and much better than you can imagine. Now, it's time for me to confess. I wasn't exchanged at the hands of my nurse when I was a child, or anything else like that. But Even so, I am really Prince Nikolai Obolovich of Hesoslav." "Oh, Anthony," cried Virginia. "How funny! Then, I'm married to you. What shall we do then?" "We're going to be King and Queen in Herzoslav. Jimmy McGrath said it once: Kings and Queens there live an average of four years. Hope you don't mind?" "Care?" Virginia cried. "I like that." "How wonderful is she?" Jimmy said. Then, he quietly disappeared into the night.A few minutes later, they heard the sound of a car. "There is nothing better than to let a man do his own drudgery," said Anthony with satisfaction. "Besides, I don't know how to get rid of him any other way. I haven't been alone with you for a minute since we got married. " "We're going to have a lot of fun," Virginia said. "Teach the bandits not to be bandits, teach the assassins not to be assassins, and improve the general moral atmosphere in the country." "I like these pure ideal words." Anthony said. "It makes me feel like my sacrifice wasn't in vain." "Nonsense," said Virginia calmly. "You'd love to be king. You know, you're of royal blood. You've been brought up to be kings, and you're born with the talents of kings, just like two plumbers born with Talented as a plumber." "I never thought about it," Anthony said. "But, fuck it, we wasted our time talking about the plumbers. You know what? I'm supposed to be busy conferring with Ershastan and Lolly Papp at this very moment. They want to talk to me About the oil. Oh, oil! Let them wait until the king is happy. Do you remember the time I told you, Virginia, that I had a hard time getting you to like me?" "I remember," Virginia said softly. "But the Inspector-General is looking out the window." He hugged her suddenly, kissing her eyelids, lips, and bright blonde hair... "I love you so much, Virginia," he whispered. "I love you so much, do you love me?" He looked down at her—sure of her answer. She leaned her head on his back and answered in a low, trembling, lovely voice. "not at all!" "You little devil," cried Anthony, and kissed her again. "Now I am convinced that I will love you till I die..."