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- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
The Traitor is a gripping early tale by Baroness Orczy that foreshadows the suspense and intrigue of her later works. Set in the perilous days of Revolutionary France, the story explores the thin line between loyalty and betrayal, where a single act of treachery can condemn friends, lovers, or family to the guillotine. With her flair for atmosphere and tension, Orczy paints a portrait of desperate choices in a world ruled by suspicion and fear. Short yet powerful, The Traitor delivers an emotional punch, reminding readers that courage and betrayal often walk hand in hand in times of upheaval.
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“Must I sign this?” asked the poor wretch, as Count Blöwitz pointed to pen, ink, and paper, and bade him sit down, and write.
“It is absolutely imperative that you should,” replied the banker. “Do you suppose,” he added drily, “that I intend to pay you a million francs without any acknowledgment for the money?”
“You have the plans,” retorted the other doggedly.
“Quite so,” said Count Blöwitz sardonically, “but, as I have already explained to you, I do not buy plans of fortifications for my own private use; and, suppose in after years, when I offer them for sale, I should be accused of having stolen them?”
“You would denounce me?” said the traitor, in a trembling voice.
“Not unless I were compelled to do so. After all,” added the banker, after a slight pause, “it is not too late yet. There are your plans, sign nothing, take them back—and go.”
The wretched man hesitated; every conflicting passion was imprinted upon his haggard countenance. With hungering eyes, he watched Count Blöwitz, who, with one hand, was idly toying with a pile of bank notes that lay upon his desk, and with the other held out a bundle of papers—the plans of the fortifications of Odessa, which the traitor had offered him for sale.
“I will sign,” the Russian said at last, and with feverish hands wrote his name, one of the noblest in the empire, at the foot of the receipt that consummated his dishonour.
A contemptuous smile lurked round the corner of Count Blöwitz’ mouth as he proceeded, slowly and deliberately, to count out the money, which he then tossed on the table.
The Russian picked up the notes one by one; his hand was trembling violently but his hesitation had ceased, his lips were tightly set; evidently he was satisfied, and thought the crisp bits of paper sufficient compensation for the infamy.
