I'll tell you what my motive is.
There is an official in England who has gone out of his way to throw obstacles in mine.

This is needless and irritating, for generally I manage to get the news I am in quest of; but in several instances, owing to his opposition, I have not only not got the news, but other papers have.

Now, since the general raking we have had over this Austrian business, quite aside from the fact that we published the exact truth, this stupid old official duffer has taken it upon himself to be exceedingly sneering and obnoxious to me, and I confess I want to take him down a peg.

He hasn't any idea that I know as much about this business as I do--in fact, he thinks it is an absolute secret; yet, if I liked, I could to-morrow nullify all the arrangements by simply publishing what is already in my possession, which action on my part would create a _furore_ in this country, and no less of a _furore_ in Russia.

For the sake of amity between nations, which I am accused of disregarding, I hold my hand.
"Now, if you get possession of that communication, I want you to telegraph to me while you are _en route_ for London, and I will meet you at the terminus; then I shall take the document direct to this official, even before the regular messenger has time to reach him.