113 The day, washed clear and brilliant by the rain of yesterday, was not uncomfortably warm, and, though the maimed finger ached distractingly at times, Grey, in spite of his misgivings6, found the little jaunt7 delightfully9 diverting. The Fraülein had shaken off much of her melancholy11 of the previous evening, and her mood was cheerful, if not merry. Her appreciation12, which was mingled13 with a joyousness14 almost childish, was especially gratifying to her companion. Everything she saw interested her, and her comment, while invariably intelligent, was so unaffected and ingenuous15 as to be ofttimes amusing.
When, after déjeuner at the Café de la Comédie, they had come out upon the terrace of the palace and stood overlooking the quaint16, solemn, old-fashioned gardens, cut up into squares and triangles and parallelograms and ornamented17 with statues and vases and fountains arranged with monotonously18 geometric precision, her face shone with pleasure for a moment and then a shadow crossed it.
“Are all landscape gardeners atheists?” she asked, na?vely.
114 “I’m sure I don’t know,” Grey replied, smiling; “I’ve never investigated their religious beliefs.”
“Well, the one who designed all this,” she added, with a sweep of her hand, “had very little respect for God’s taste.”
And later, as they sauntered through room after room and gallery after gallery of the palace, with their interminable succession of paintings and sculptures, she was much impressed by the pictured ceilings.
“I wonder why they put their best work where one must break one’s neck to see it?” she queried19; and then she laughed. “Do you suppose it was to encourage the kings and queens and other grandees20 to bear in mind their exalted21 position and to hold their heads high?”
Grey had thus far refrained from broaching22 the subject which had inspired the excursion. He had chosen first of all to study the girl and gauge23 her character. Over her presence in the little party of questionables in which he had so unexpectedly found himself he was much perplexed24. It seemed scarcely reasonable to suppose that she was not in some way involved in the plot, but whether actively115 or passively, with knowledge or without, was, or at least might be, open to question. He certainly could gather no indication from her attitude, her manner, or her utterance25 that she was other than artless and sincere. She appeared, in fact, uncommonly26 simple-hearted, straightforward27, and guileless, and, after weighing the evidence, he reached the conclusion that if she had a place in the scheme of his enemies it was most assuredly without her ken10 or connivance28. It was nevertheless clear that she must be innocently aware of much that he wished eagerly to know, and, as they wandered over the palace together, from the sumptuously29 decorated Salles des Croisades, reflecting in picture, trophy30 and souvenir the conquest of Jerusalem and the Holy Sepulchre, to the magnificent Galerie des Glaces, with its many high-arched windows and glittering, gilt-niched mirrors, he ponderingly strove to outline some course of procedure that would yield him what he desired and yet not reveal his own delicately fragile position.
It was not, however, until they had finished their inspection31 of the palace and had passed out116 into the gardens by the Cour des Princes that an opportunity offered to make trial of the plan he had conceived. They had strolled under the orange trees beside that long stretch of velvet32 lawn towards what is known as the basin of Apollo and had found seats on the marble coping of the fountain. As they sat there facing each other amid the perfume of the flowers and the spice of the shrubbery, the balmy breath of summer fanning their cheeks and the genial33 glow of a tempered June sun bathing them, the girl’s eye fell for the first time upon the ring on Grey’s little finger, and she gave an involuntary start of surprise.
“Oh, is it you, then?” she cried, and there was something of awe34 in her voice, though her eyes were smiling. “But no,” she added, quickly, “that cannot be. I do not understand, Uncle Max.”
“Nor I, child,” Grey replied, smiling back at her. He had not observed her glance, and her exclamation35 had startled him. She took his hand in her long, white, rose-tipped fingers and held it up before his eyes, the ring glinting in the sunshine.
117 “That!” she said. “What does it mean, your wearing it?”
“Mean?” he hesitated, wondering. “Why should it mean anything? Has not a gentleman a right to wear a ring if his fancy runs that way?”
“Oh, yes, of course; some rings; but no ordinary gentleman has a right to wear that one.”
“But suppose I am not an ordinary gentleman?” he pursued. “Suppose I have a title and bear arms, have I not a right to engrave36 those arms upon gold and wear them on my finger?”
She looked at him very seriously from out her deep-set, long-lashed eyes of purplish blue, and then she said:
“But it is the ring of the Crown Prince. And you are not the Crown Prince. If you were you could not be my uncle.”
Grey’s heart leaped. His decision had been confirmed. She was not trying to put him on a throne to which he had no more right than those workmen who were repairing the stone margin37 of the great canal a hundred yards away. Yet, at the same time, she had filled him with a new perplexity.118 It was evident that the ring was quite familiar to her. Therefore it could hardly be von Einhard’s, and Lindenwald’s assertion must not only have been false but knowingly false, and with an object. If the Fraülein von Altdorf knew the ring as the Crown Prince’s ring, Lindenwald must also have known it as such. It was for that reason he did not wish Grey to keep it. He feared, probably, just such a revelation as had come about. These points were plain enough, but the whole intricate problem was growing more and more involved. Its likeness38 to a maze39 again recurred40. With every effort to extricate41 himself he seemed to get further and more bewilderingly entangled42. And once more he was tempted43 to leave the path, which seemed to turn and turn again on itself, and to cut his way through thicket44 and underbrush regardless of consequences.
“What a wise Fraülein it is!” he replied, after a pause. “What you say is very true. If I am the Crown Prince I am not your uncle, and if I am your uncle I am not the Crown Prince. Now which would you prefer to have me?”
“Oh, for your sake,” she answered, quickly,119 “I’d rather you were heir to the throne; but for my sake I’d rather you were my uncle.”
“But not being able to be both, suppose you should learn that I am neither?” he queried, laughing.
“But you are,” she protested, with conviction. “You are my uncle, that is a fact.”
“How do you know?” Grey asked. The situation was growing interesting; disclosures were imminent45, and they were coming quite naturally without his having had to resort to the plan he had mapped out.
“How does one ever know such things?” she replied, a little annoyance46 in her tone. “You were my Great-uncle Schlippenbach’s nephew and I am your niece. I call you Uncle Max and you call me Minna.”
“Ah, yes, that is very true,” Grey went on, banteringly, and he remembered what O’Hara had told him of how they had met in London a week after his setting foot on English soil; “but you never saw me in your life until two months ago. Do you remember how we first met?”
“I have a very vivid recollection of it. It was120 at dinner at the Folsonham, in London. I wore a pale green frock. And poor Great-uncle Schlippenbach said: ‘Minna, my dear, this is your Uncle Max, who hasn’t seen you since you were a baby.’”
“And what else did he say?”
“Oh, I don’t remember all the conversation.”
“Did he say anything about where we were going, and what we were going for?”
“I don’t think he said anything then. But you must remember. You were as much there as I was.”
“Ah, but I was not listening,” Grey pleaded, his eyes a-twinkle. “I had something better to do.”
“What was that, pray?”
“I had my pretty niece to look at.”
The rose in Minna’s cheeks deepened and her eyes fell shyly.
“Now you are teasing me again,” she said.
Grey turned an uninterested gaze for a brief space on the sun-god and his chariot which, surrounded by tritons, nymphs, and dolphins, rose in heroic proportions from the centre of the basin.
121 “I never knew much of my Uncle Schlippenbach,” he ventured, after a little; “tell me about him.”
“You should know more than I,” the Fraülein returned. “You were in New York with him while I was in England.”
“Yes, I know,” her companion went on, as he took a cigarette from his case and struck a match, “but I don’t mean intimately, personally. Tell me a little of his history.”
“Everybody knew he was eccentric.”
“Of course.”
“Otherwise he would never have left Budavia. Just think of what he gave up!”
“That’s just it,” Grey interposed, eagerly. “What did he give up? I’ve heard stories, to be sure, but I don’t know that I ever had the truth of it.”
“Oh, I’ve heard it a hundred times,” Minna responded, digging the point of her parasol into the gravel47. “You see, he was tutor to the Court. He had taught King Frederic about all there was to teach, and when His Majesty48 outgrew49 school books—of course he wasn’t His Majesty then,122 but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince—Great-uncle Schlippenbach accompanied him on the grand tour. They visited every court in Europe and then went over to Africa and Turkey in Asia, and I don’t know where else. Then when Frederic succeeded to the throne, Great-uncle Schlippenbach was still retained, and after a while, when a little prince was born to Queen Anna, he was constituted a sort of kindergarten-professor to the royal infant.”
“In other words, a mental wet-nurse,” suggested Grey.
“Yes, exactly. I think he taught him to say ‘bah’ and ‘boo’ and ‘gee-gee’ and ‘moo-cow’—or rather their German equivalents—and led him gloriously on to the alphabet. Then, just as he was beginning to spell nicely in words of three letters, something happened. Nobody ever knew just exactly what it was, but Great-uncle Schlippenbach took offence. Her Majesty, Queen Anna, it seems, was to blame. He brooded over the matter for weeks and months, growing more and more incensed50, more and more bitter. In vain King Frederic tried to mollify him. He was very123 fond of Great-uncle Schlippenbach, and he wanted to smooth matters over, but the royal tutor was not to be pacified51. He broke out in a torrent52 of rage, recounting his fancied wrongs and declaring that he had wasted the best years of his life in a hopeless effort to grow flowers of intellect from barren soil. The German Emperor would have had him behind the bars for lèse-majesté, but King Frederic only laughed and offered him a baronetcy. But Great-uncle Schlippenbach scorned the offer. Having spoken his mind, he packed his boxes and left the Court, left Kürschdorf, left Budavia, left Europe and went to America to begin life anew. That was twenty-five years ago, and he was forty years old.”
“And the poor little Crown Prince had to learn his words of four letters from someone less gifted, eh?”
“Dear only knows from whom he ever did learn them,” Miss von Altdorf continued. “He disappeared the very next week after Great-uncle Schlippenbach.”
“Disappeared?” repeated Grey.
“Oh, yes, you remember that, surely. He was124 abducted53, you know. Why, that’s a part of the history of your own country. That’s why there’s so much excitement now over rumours54 of his turning up at this late day. Oh, dear, Uncle Max, why will you tease me so? You made me tell you that whole story, and I’m sure you knew it quite as well as I.”
Grey laughed joyously55.
“I love to hear you talk,” he told her, his gaze lingering fondly on her blushing face. “And so,” he added, “they are looking for the kidnapped baby to reappear a man and claim his own? Is that it?”
But she was silent, her eyes downcast.
“Won’t you answer me?” he pleaded.
“I won’t again tell you what you already know,” she answered, a little petulantly56.
“But I don’t know about this ring, really,” Grey urged. “Tell me about it. What has it got to do with the stolen Crown Prince?”
Minna looked up, regarding him searchingly.
“Where did you get it?” she asked.
“I found it,” he answered, quite truthfully.
“In a jewel casket, within a great iron chest,125 inside an ordinary travelling box?” she cross-questioned.
The significance of the description was not lost on her hearer.
“No,” he returned, frankly57, “not in anything at all. On the floor of my room.”
Her eyes were round with surprise.
“And how did it come there?”
“I cannot imagine. That is why I’d like you to tell me what you know of it.”
“And before you found it on the floor of your room you had never seen it?”
“Never. I swear it by the sun-god yonder.”
“My great-uncle never showed it to you—never told you of it?”
“Never,” Grey repeated.
“He showed it to me in London,” she confessed, reaching out for the finger it adorned58, “and told me all about it. It seems that when he left Budavia it had in some way got in with his effects. He did not find it until a year or more afterward59. It had belonged to the King before his coronation, and to his father before him, and to his grandfather before that. The arms are those of the126 Prince of Kronfeld. The Crown Prince is always, you know, the Prince of Kronfeld.”
“And as the little Prince of Kronfeld had been kidnapped and Uncle Schlippenbach did not know where to find him, he simply put the ring away for safe-keeping, eh?” asked Grey, quizzically.
“He was taking it back to Kürschdorf when he died,” Minna answered, with rebuke60 in her tone. “As soon as he heard that the Crown Prince had been found he started. He wished, he said, to put it on his finger with his own hand. ‘His Royal Highness will probably travel incognito,’ he said to me, ‘but I shall know him; and when we meet I shall give him the ring. When you see it worn you will know that the wearer is the Crown Prince.’”
“And when you saw it on my finger you thought—just for a moment—that I was he, didn’t you, Minna? But then, as I am your uncle I cannot be the Prince of Kronfeld, so we will take it off and wear it no more,” Grey concluded, slipping the golden circlet from his finger and stowing it away in a pocket of his waistcoat.
“But what I should like to know,” continued127 the Fraülein, “is how it came on the floor of your room?”
“And so should I,” her companion echoed; “how it got out of the casket, and the iron chest, and the travelling box.”
Presently the sound of many shuffling61 feet was borne to their ears, accompanied by the discordant62 piping of high-pitched voices, and turning their heads they saw approaching an army of tourists with a gesticulating, haranguing63 guide in the lead.
“It’s a case of ‘follow the man from Cook’s,’” Grey observed, annoyed at having their privacy invaded. “We had better stroll on.”
They walked rapidly for a while, keeping always to the right, until they were out of sight and sound of the disturbing company, and then they dawdled64 from terrace to terrace; leaned over lichen-stained marble balustrades to see their reflections in the dark, silent pools; loitered on banks of mossy turf beneath the shade of towering trees; stopped to admire, to criticise65, and not infrequently to laugh over the sculptures that dotted the way, and came out at length upon an128 avenue, long and straight and level and gleaming white in the afternoon sunshine.
“You want to see the Trianons, of course,” Grey suggested to the girl. “I know you are familiar with many of the events that took place there.”
And so, turning to the left, they sauntered on until they came to the one-story horse-shoe shaped villa66 that Louis XIV built for Madame de Maintenon. But Minna was tired of sight-seeing, and the porcelains67 and the pictures proved alike uninteresting. The Petit Trianon pleased her much better because of its associations with Marie Antoinette, who had been one of her school-girl heroines, and over its delightful8 English-looking garden she grew enthusiastic.
They strolled along the winding68 paths, dallied69 on the shore of the funny little artificial lake, and rested for a while in the “Temple de l’Amour.” The number of visitors, however, was to both of them a disturbing influence. They would have liked the place to themselves, but they were at every turn running into couples and parties whose presence, as Grey put it, “spoiled the picture.”
129 They had just emerged from that group of homely70, quaint cottages in a far corner of the garden where the fair ladies of Louis’s Court were wont71 to play at peasant life, when the rippling72 laughter of women and the more hearty73 if less musical merriment of men broke jarringly upon their hearing.
“Can’t we have some milk at the vacherie Suisse?” Grey heard a woman’s voice ask in the English of the well-bred.
And then a man rejoined:
“Milk! What for? There’s still an unopened case of champagne74 in the coach.”
Again the laughter echoed, but nearer. The little company were coming towards them, hidden by the shrubbery. A second later and they came into view—a tall, large woman with brilliant auburn hair, in gown and hat of pale lavender; a middle-aged75 man, red-faced and well-groomed; a dainty little dark woman, all in red, with a tall, dark man in grey, and then—Grey went white as the whitest cloud overhead, for Hope Van Tuyl was approaching, and with her was the young man from the Embassy whom he had seen yesterday130 at the hotel. And there was Frothingham, too, whom he had not recognised at first glance; and it was Nicholas Van Tuyl, he saw now, who was with the red-haired woman in the lead.
For a second he halted, undecided, a powerful impulse urging him to speak to the woman he loved, at all hazards. His lips were framing words, his eyes were beaming, his hand was half way to his hat, before his judgment76 came to the rescue—and held him; told him that it would be folly77, that now as never before it was his duty to maintain his disguise and thereby78 eventually establish his innocence79. His eyes cooled, his teeth closed on his embryo80 utterance, his hand dropped to his side.
“Carey Grey!”
Hope’s voice rang out suddenly above the babble81 of the party. She had seen him and recognised him. The others had passed on. Only she and Edson were there beside him. With an effort that cost him the most poignant82 torture he ever suffered he turned to Minna, murmuring words that had no meaning and walked heedlessly by.
Edson caught Miss Van Tuyl’s trembling arm.
131 “Sh!” he warned, a little excitedly; “you’ve made a mistake. That isn’t Grey.”
“But”—and the colour came and went in her face and she breathed quickly—“but I know it is. I know him, I’m sure; oh, quite, quite sure. I cannot be mistaken. His hair is changed; yes, and he has a beard, but his eyes—I should always know his eyes; and”—as she stood gazing after him—“his shoulders. There isn’t another man in the world who has shoulders just like Carey Grey’s.”
“No other man, possibly,” added Edson, “except the Crown Prince of Budavia.”
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