“It is very simple. By being adopted into a Japanese family.”
I sat and stared at the Japanese statesman, with his mask-like face and impenetrable eyes. I seemed to be in some strange dream.
Who shall judge the ways of the Asiatic! This daring organizer, a match for the most astute minds of the West, believed that he could only make sure of fidelity by persuading me to go through what seemed the comedy of a mock adoption, a ceremony like the blood brotherhood of an African tribe.
“And suppose I consent, into what family do you purpose to introduce me?”
The Privy Councillor’s look became positively affectionate as he responded:
“If you would honor me by becoming my kinsman?”
I rose to my feet, shaking my head slowly.
“I appreciate the compliment your Excellency pays me. But, as we have just now agreed, an American citizen has no equals except royalty. Let us return to the German Emperor and his designs. If I cannot serve you directly I may be able to do so indirectly.”
The Japanese made no attempt to press his proposal.
Instead he plunged into a discussion of the intrigues which radiated from Berlin.