The Secrets of Potsdam   By: William Le Queux (1864-1927)

First impression, March, 1917. Second impression, March, 1917.

THE Secrets of Potsdam

A STARTLING EXPOSURE OF THE INNER LIFE OF THE COURTS OF THE KAISER AND CROWN PRINCE

REVEALED FOR THE FIRST TIME by COUNT ERNST VON HELTZENDORFF

Commander of the Order of the Black Eagle, &c. Late Personal Adjutant to the German Crown Prince

CHRONICLED BY WILLIAM LE QUEUX

LONDON: LONDON MAIL LTD. 39, KING STREET, COVENT GARDEN. W.C.

Copyright in the United States of America by William Le Queux, 1917 Translation and Cinema Rights reserved

"Veneux Nadon, "par Moret sur Loing "(Seine et Marne). "February 10th, 1917.

"MY DEAR LE QUEUX,

" I have just finished reading the proofs of your book describing my life as an official at the Imperial Court at Potsdam, and the two or three small errors you made I have duly corrected.

" The gross scandals and wily intrigues which I have related to you were, many of them, known to yourself, for, as the intimate friend of Luisa, the Ex Crown Princess of Saxony, you were, before the war, closely associated with many of those at Court whose names appear in the pages of this book.

" The revelations which I have made, and which you have recorded here, are but a tithe of the disclosures which I could make, and if your British public desire more, I shall be pleased to furnish you with other and even more startling details which you may also put into print.

" My service as personal adjutant to the German Crown Prince is, happily, at an end, and now, with the treachery of Germany against civilization glaringly revealed, I feel, in my retirement, no compunction in exposing all I know concerning the secrets of the Kaiser and his profligate son.

" With most cordial greetings from " Your sincere friend , "ERNST VON HELTZENDORFF."

The Secrets of Potsdam

SECRET NUMBER ONE

THE TRAGEDY OF THE LEUTENBERGS

You will recollect our first meeting on that sunny afternoon when, in the stuffy, nauseating atmosphere of perspiration and a hundred Parisian perfumes, we sat next each other at the first roulette table on the right as you enter the rooms at Monte Carlo?

Ah! how vivid it is still before my eyes, the jingle of gold and the monotonous cries of the croupiers.

Ah! my dear friend! In those pre war days the Riviera that sea lapped Paradise, with its clear, open sky and sapphire Mediterranean, grey green olives and tall flowering aloes, its gorgeous blossoms, and its merry, dark eyed populace who lived with no thought of the morrow was, indeed, the playground of Europe.

And, let me whisper it, I think I may venture to declare that few of its annual habitués enjoyed the life more than your dear old ink stained self.

What brought us together, you, an English novelist, and I a well, how shall I describe myself? One of your enemies eh? No, dear old fellow. Let us sink all our international differences. May I say that I, Count Ernst von Heltzendorff, of Schloss Heltzendorff, on the Mosel, late personal adjutant to His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince, an official attached to that precious young scoundrel's immediate person, call you my dear friend?

True, our nations are, alas! at war the war which the Kaiser and his son long sought, but which, as you well know, I have long ago detested.

I have repudiated that set of pirates and assassins of whom I was, alas! born, and among whom I moved until I learned of the vile plot afoot against the peace of Europe and the chastity of its female inhabitants.

On August 5th, 1914, I shook the dust of Berlin from my feet, crossed the French frontier, and have since resided in the comfortable old fashioned country house which you assisted me to purchase on the border of the lovely forest of Fontainebleau.