In a side street Van Zwieten, alias6 Mr. Jones, dwelt on the first floor of a quiet house let out in lodgings7 by the quietest of widows. And Mrs. Hicks had a good opinion of her lodger8. It is true he was somewhat erratic9 in his movements. For days he would go away--into the country, he said--and even when in town would be absent for many hours at a stretch. But he paid well and regularly, was not exacting10 about either his food or attendance, and behaved altogether in the most becoming manner. He certainly saw a great number of people, and they called on him principally at night, but Mr. Jones had kindly11 informed her how he was writing a great book on London, and how these people were gathering12 materials for him. Had Mrs. Hicks known the kind of materials they were collecting, she might or might not have been astonished. Certainly she would have been but little the wiser.
A decent, if narrow-minded little person, Mrs. Hicks knew little of politics and still less of spies. These latter--on those few occasions when they had presented themselves to her mind--she pictured as foreign persons given to meeting by candlelight with mask and cloaks and daggers13. That the kind gentleman who was so polite to her and so kind to her fatherless children should be a spy assuredly never entered Mrs. Hick's head.
Van Zwieten--it is more convenient to call him so--sat in his rooms one night in the second week in October. His face wore a satisfied smile, for a great event had taken place. Free State and Transvaal, under the sapient14 guidance of their Presidents, had thrown down the gage15 of defiance16 to England, and the Federal armies were overrunning Natal17. Scarse and his following were dreadfully shocked at this sample of simplicity19 on the part of their "innocent lamb." It was all out of keeping with Mr. Kruger's pacific intentions as extolled20 by them. Indeed, they found it necessitated21 a change of tactics on their part, so they right-about faced and deplored22 that war should thus have been forced on an honest, God-fearing man. In all sincerity23 they tried to divide the country on the question of the war; and in Brussels Leyds was doing his best to hound on the Continental24 Powers to attacking England. Altogether Van Zwieten was very well satisfied with the outlook. What with the unprepared state of the British in Natal, Leyds on the Continent, Scarse and his friends in London, it seemed as though the Boers, by treachery and cunning and the due display of armament--as formidable as it was wholly unlooked for--would come safely out of the desperate adventure to which they had committed themselves. Van Zwieten's part was to send off certain final information to Leyds for transmission to Pretoria, and then to leave England.
But Van Zwieten was not going out to fight for his adopted country. Oh, dear, no! He had ostensibly thrown up his appointment in the Transvaal--which in truth he had never held--in great indignation before the war began. Proclaiming himself as a neutral person anxious to reconcile the English and the Boers, he had solicited25 and obtained the post of war correspondent on a Little England newspaper called The Morning Planet. This paper, whose columns were filled with the hysterical26 hooting27 of Scarse and his friends, was only too glad to employ a foreigner instead of an Englishman, and Van Zwieten received good pay, and an order to go to the front at once.
Now he was occupied in burning a mass of papers, gathering up the loose ends of his innumerable conspiracies28, and looking forward to a speedy departure. All his spies had been paid and dismissed. He had one more letter to despatch29 to the patriotic30 Leyds, and then he was free to turn his attention to his private affairs.
These were concerned chiefly with an attempt to force Brenda into giving up Burton and accepting his hand, by threatening to denounce her father and his brother. He had never for a moment intended to keep the promise he had made to Scarse. He was too "slim" for that. He possessed31 knowledge which would serve him to his own ends, and he intended to use it for that purpose. Burton, too, was to leave with his regiment32 next day, and was already at Southampton. And once he was parted from Brenda there would be a better chance of bringing her to see reason. Van Zwieten smiled sweetly as he thought on these things, and gave himself up to the contemplation of that rosy33 future when the Republics conquered England, as they assuredly would. He forgot that very significant saying that man proposes and God disposes. But Van Zwieten was a heathen, and had very little belief in an overruling Providence34.
He knew how to make himself snug35 did this Dutchman. His room was large, and comfortably if not luxuriously36 furnished. Wall paper, carpet and curtains were all of a dark green tone. Two windows led on to a light iron balcony, but at present these were closed and the curtains were drawn37. The firelight--he had lighted a fire because the evening was chilly--shed its comfortable glow on the two easy-chairs wherewith he had supplemented the furniture of Mrs. Hicks. To him belonged also a tall press with pigeon-holes filled with papers, and a knee-hole desk with many drawers and brass38 knobs. On this latter the lamp was placed, and its crimson39 shade shut off the light beyond the immediate40 circle cast on the desk. On the mantel glittered a gimcrack French clock, and three extraordinary ornaments41 with brass pendants. But altogether the room was decidedly comfortable, and as Mr. van Zwieten did not pay for it out of his own pocket, maybe he enjoyed it all the more on that account.
At the present moment he was shifting papers from the pigeon-holes into an iron box, destroying some, and burning others, and executing the business with ease and despatch.
While he was thus employed a timid knock came at the door. He knew the knock well, and he knew that behind it was Mrs. Hicks. He did not desist from his occupation because he held her of but small account. It would have been otherwise had the knock been sharp and peremptory42.
"Well, Mrs. Hicks," he said graciously as the pale widow glided43 in, "what is it?"
"If you please, Mr. Jones, there is a man waiting to see you."
"A man--a gentleman?
"A common person, sir, in a rough coat, and a cap and big boots. I don't think he's a gentleman, as he speaks rough like, and his black hair and beard look very untidy, Mr. Jones. I was once a lady's maid, sir, so I ought to know a gentleman when I see him."
"Show him up," said Van Zwieten, curtly44; then, as she left the room, he made certain preparations. He closed the press doors and the lid of his iron box, seated himself at his desk, and glanced into a drawer to be sure that his revolver was handy. In Van Zwieten's walk of life it was necessary to be forearmed as well as forewarned.
The man who shortly afterward45 came tramping into the room fully18 bore out Mrs. Hicks's description. He was of medium height and rather stout46, and was roughly dressed in coarse blue serge, and had a tangle47 of black curls and a heavy black beard. He was not a prepossessing object. In response to Van Zwieten's invitation he shuffled48 into an armchair by the desk, and pushed it well back into the shadow. The act, though skillfully done, roused the Dutchman's suspicions. But he was accustomed in his delicate profession to deal with curious customers, and he showed no surprise. He did not even shift the shade of the lamp. But very much on the alert, he waited for the stranger to state his business.
"Is your name Jones?" asked the man, in a gruff, surly voice.
"Yes, that is my name. And yours?"
"Dobbs--Augustus Dobbs. I should have brought a letter to you, but I didn't. It's better to do my own business off my own hook, I reckon."
"Are you a Yankee?" asked Van Zwieten, noting the expression and a slight twang.
"I guess so. I come from N'York City, I do; and I fancy a run out to the Transvaal to have a slap at the Britishers."
"Indeed!" said the Dutchman, staring blankly at his visitor, "and what have I to do with your ambitions in that direction?"
The man drew the back of his hand across his mouth, and Van Zwieten noted49 that the hand was white and well cared for. This, in contrast to the rough dress and harsh voice, made him more circumspect50 than ever. He began to suspect a trap, and wondered which of his enemies--for he had many--could have set it.
"Do you know a man named Mazaroff?" asked Mr. Dobbs, after a pause.
"No," replied Van Zwieten, lying cheerfully; "never heard of him."
"He's a Russian."
"The name sounds like it."
Dobbs looked disappointed and turned sullen51. "He knows you, Mr. Jones!"
"Indeed, that is not improbable. Did he send you to me?"
"Yes, he did." Dobbs had dropped his American accent by this time, and only used it again when he recollected52 himself. "Mazaroff said you paid well for certain information."
"What kind of information?"
"About the war." He leaned forward and spoke53 in a gruff whisper. "What would you say to a plan of the whole campaign against the Boers?"
Van Zwieten smiled blandly54. "Of what possible interest can that be to me?"
"Mazaroff said you would be prepared to pay well for such information."
"He knows me then better than I do myself," replied Van Zwieten. "Better than I know him, for indeed I have no knowledge of your Russian friend. But this plan of campaign, Mr. Dobbs, how did it come into your possession?"
Dobbs looked round mysteriously, and rising in his chair, leaned toward Van Zwieten. "I stole it," he said softly, "and I am willing to sell it--at a price. Think of it, Mr. Jones, a plan of campaign! Symons's plans! The Boers would be able to frustrate55 it easily."
Van Zwieten looked his man up and down with a smile. His gaze alighted on those well-kept hands, which his visitor had placed on the desk to steady himself as he leaned forward. On the third finger of the left hand was a ring, and Van Zwieten recognized it. It was a gold signet ring with a crest56.
The moment he set eyes on it, the spy jumped to a conclusion, which happened to be the right one. He knew now who his visitor was, and he played him as a skillful angler plays a trout57. Not a muscle of his face moved, not a flush or a look betrayed his newly-gained knowledge. But he smiled behind his golden beard to think that he was master of the situation.
"So Mr. Mazaroff told you that I bought such things?" he said negligently58.
"Yes, and that you paid a large price for them."
"Ah! and what would you call a fair price for these papers?"
"Say a thousand pounds."
"That is a very large price indeed. Too large, I fear, for me," said Van Zwieten, most amiably59. "Perhaps you can see your way to make it lower?"
The visitor could not refrain from a movement of satisfaction, which was duly noted by the astute60 Dutchman.
"Well," he said, "I will do what I can to meet you." Van Zwieten smiled. He saw that the man was growing excited, and that in his excitement he would probably betray himself.
"That is accommodating of you, Mr. Dobbs. But how can I be certain this plan is genuine?"
"You can be perfectly61 certain, for I stole it from the War Office!"
"Indeed. That is certainly first hand. But how did you, an American, get into the War Office?"
"I have been a porter there for some time," said Dobbs, glibly62. "I am allowed access to all the rooms. I saw those papers on a desk, and I took them. Mazaroff told me you paid well, so--well, I came to you. Come, now, you shall have them for five hundred pounds."
"Too much, Mr. Dobbs."
"Three hundred," said the man, trembling with eagerness.
"Ah, that's more reasonable. Have you the papers with you?"
"No, but if you will come to my lodgings I will give them to you. But I must have the money first."
"Certainly. Will a check do?"
"Oh, yes, a check will do right enough."
Van Zwieten produced a check-book and bent63 over it to hide a smile. He drew the check, but before signing it looked up. "Of course this rather inculpates64 you," he said. "I suppose you know what it means if you were caught at this game?"
"I'm willing to take the risk," said Dobbs, nervously65.
"Quite so. Just see if I've got your name correctly. Burton, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Wilfred Burton."
"I--I--don't understand----"
Van Zwieten deftly66 twitched67 the beard off the face of his visitor and snatched the shade off the lamp. "Do you understand now?" he said, laughing. "Look in the glass, sir, and see if Augustus Dobbs is not Wilfred Burton?"
Wilfred was ghastly pale, but more with rage at the failure of his scheme than with fear. With a cry of anger he sprang up and whipped a revolver out of his pocket. But Van Zwieten, on the alert for some such contingency68, was quite as quick. He also snatched a revolver from the drawer, and with levelled weapons the two men faced one another. Van Zwieten was as calm as the other was excited.
"You are very clever, Mr. Burton," he said mockingly; "but when you are in disguise you should not wear a signet ring. I observed your crest on the letters written to Miss Scarse by your brother. Come! how long are we to stand like this? Is it a duel69? If so, I am ready."
Wilfred uttered an oath and slipped his weapon into his pocket. With a laugh Van Zwieten tossed his into the drawer again, and sat down quite unruffled.
"I think we understand one another now," he said genially70. "What induced you to play this trick on me?"
"Because you are a spy," replied Wilfred, fiercely; "and if I had my way I would put a bullet through you."
"Well, and why don't you?" mocked an Zwieten. "Do you see that iron box?--it is full of papers which might be of the greatest interest to you. Shoot me and take possession of it. Your Government would reward you--or hang you!"
"They'll hang you if they learn the truth. We are at war with the Boers, and you are a Boer spy. A word from me and you would be arrested."
"I dare say. There are enough documents in that box to hang me. I dare say you bribed71 Mazaroff and learned my business, also my address here as Mr. Jones. But I am not afraid--not that!" Van Zwieten snapped his fingers "You can walk out and call up the police if you like."
"And what is to prevent my doing so?"
"Two things. One is that I leave immediately for the Transvaal. Oh, yes, my work here is done, and well done. I have found out how unprepared you English are for this war. You talk big, but there is nothing at the back of it."
"Confound you!" cried Wilfred, his white face flushing, "you'll find out what is at the back of it when we hoist72 the British flag at Pretoria. What is the second thing?"
"Your brother. You love your brother, no doubt, Mr. Burton. He sails to-morrow with his regiment from Southampton. Quite so. Well, Mr. Burton, it is a good thing he is going. It is better he should be shot than hanged."
"Hanged!" Wilfred sprang from his seat with a bound.
"The morning after the murder," continued Van Zwieten, without taking any notice, "I examined the place where Malet was shot. Ah! you blind English, who see nothing even when it lies under your nose. I am Dutch. I am sharp. I looked--and looked--and I found this!" He slipped his hand into the open drawer of the desk and produced a heavy revolver of the army pattern. "This, Mr. Burton--with which your brother shot Mr. Malet."
"You--you can't prove it is Harold's," said he, white but calm.
"Easily. Here is a silver plate on the butt73 with his name. Now, what do you say?"
"That my brother is innocent. The revolver is his, but some one else fired the shot."
Van Zwieten shrugged74 his shoulders. "I am afraid you will find it difficult to get a jury to take that view, Mr. Burton. Your brother quarrelled with Malet--he was overheard to threaten him--he was out in the storm and could not account for his time--and here is his revolver. With all that evidence I could hang him. But you know--well, I'll be generous. Hold your tongue and I'll hold mine. What do you say?"
Wilfred looked piercingly at Van Zwieten, who had dropped his bantering75 tone and was in earnest. "Harold is innocent," said he, "but--I'll hold my tongue."
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contingency
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