The Great Prince Shan
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"Do you mean that you were there under your own name?" he asked incredulously.
She shook her head.
"I secured some perfectly good testimonials before I left," she said. "They referred to a Miss Brown, the daughter of Prebendary Brown. I was Miss Brown."
"Great Heavens!" Nigel muttered under his breath. "You heard about Atcheson?"
She nodded.
"Poor fellow, they got him all right. You talk about thrills, Nigel," she went on. "Do you know that the last night before I left for my vacation, I actually heard that fat old Essendorf chuckling with his wife about how his clever police had laid an English spy by the heels, and telling her, also, of the papers which they had discovered and handed over. All the time the real dispatch, written by Atcheson when he was dying, was sewn into my corsets. How's that for an exciting situation?"
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On the other hand, it's a stupid title.
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Published in 1922 but set in 1934, it manages to get nearly every prediction wrong.
Russia (not USSR) seems to be a democracy with the Bolsheviks driven into a few mountain fastnesses. China is ruled by a prince who admires Britain and British ladies. Germany? Well, Germany is just plain bad, as it always is in Oppenheim's stories.
Never fear, thouigh--the plot is just as silly as the rest of it.