They insisted upon making a hero of me, and might have succeeded, had not the incomparable Britton made the discovery that the Count's revolver was not loaded! Still, they vociferated, I could not have known that at the time of the encounter, nor was it at all likely that the Count knew it himself.
I confess to an inward and shameless glory, however, in the realisation that I had been able to punch the head of the man who had lived with and abused that lovely creature upstairs. He had struck her on more than one occasion, I had it from her own lips. Far worse than that, he had kissed her! But of course I had not knocked him down for that. I did it because it was simpler than being knocked down myself.
The worst feature of the whole unhappy business was the effect it was likely to have upon my commonly pacific nature. Heretofore I had avoided physical encounters, not because I was afraid of the result, but because I hate brutal4, unscientific manifestations5 of strength. Now, to my surprise, I found that it was a ridiculously easy matter to knock a man down and end the squabble in short order, thereby7 escaping a great deal in the shape of disgusting recriminations, and coming off victorious8 with nothing more vital in the way of wounds than a couple of bruised9 knuckles. (No doubt, with practice, one could even avoid having his knuckles barked.)
Was it not probable, therefore, that my habitual10 tendency to turn away wrath11 with a soft answer might suffer a more or less sanguinary shock? Now that I had found out how simple it was, would I not be satisfied to let my good right hand settle disputes for me—with uniform certainty and despatch12? Heaven is my witness that I have no desire to be regarded as a bruiser. I hope that it may never fall to my lot to again knock a man down. But if it should be necessary, I also wish to record the hope that the man may be a husband who has mistreated his wife.
In the course of Blatchford's ministrations I was regaled with eloquent13 descriptions of the manner in which my late adversary14 took his departure from the castle. He went forth15 vowing16 vengeance17, calling down upon my head all the maledictions he could lay his tongue to, and darkly threatening to have me driven out of the country. I was not to expect a call from his seconds. He would not submit his friends to the indignities18 they were sure to encounter at the hands of a barbarian19 of my type. But, just the same, I would hear from him. I would regret the day, etc., etc.
I had forgotten Mr. Bangs, the lawyer. Sitting alone in my study, late in the afternoon, smoking a solitary20 pipe of peace, I remembered him: the man with the top button off. What had become of him? His presence (or, more accurately21, his absence) suddenly loomed22 up before me as the forerunner23 of an unwelcome invasion of my preserves. He was, no doubt, a sort of advance agent for the Titus family and its immediate24 ramifications25.
Just as I was on the point of starting out to make inquiries26 concerning him, there came to my ears the sound of tapping on the back of Red Ludwig's portrait. Not until then did it occur to me that I had been waiting for two hours for that simple manifestation6 of interest and curiosity from the regions above.
I rushed over and rapped resoundingly upon Ludwig's pudgy knee. The next instant there was a click and then the secret door swung open, revealing the eager, concerned face of my neighbour.
"What has happened?" she cried.
I lifted her out of the frame. Her gaze fell upon the bandaged fist.
"This wound was self-inflicted, my dear Countess," I said, thrilled by her expression of concern. "I had the exquisite29 pleasure—and pain—of knocking your former husband down."
"Oh, splendid!" she cried, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Mr. Bangs was rather hazy30 about it, and he would not let me risk telephoning. You knocked Maris down?"
"Emphatically," said I.
She smiled understandingly. "I am glad you did it, Mr. Smart."
"If I remember correctly, you once said that he had struck you, Countess."
Her face flushed. "Yes. On three separate occasions he struck me in the face with his open hand. I—I testified to that effect at the trial. Every one seemed to look upon it as a joke. He swore that they were—were love pats."
"I hope his lack of discrimination will not lead him to believe that I was delivering a love pat," said I, grimly.
"Now, tell me everything that happened," she said, seating herself in my big armchair. Her feet failed to touch the floor. She was wearing the little tan pumps.
When I came to that part of the story where I accused Tarnowsy of duplicity in connection with the frescoes33, she betrayed intense excitement.
"But you were nearer the truth than you thought," she said, compressing her lips. After a moment she went on: "Count Hohendahl sold the originals over three years ago. I was here with Maris at the time of the transaction and when the paintings were removed. Maris acted as an intermediary in the deal. Hohendahl received two hundred thousand dollars for the paintings, but they were worth it. I have reason to believe that Maris had a fourth of the amount for his commission. So, you see, you were right in your surmise35."
"They are in my father's villa37 at Newport," she said. "I intended speaking of this to you before, but I was afraid your pride would be hurt. Of course, I should have spoken if it came to the point where you really considered having those forgeries38 restored."
"Your father bought them?"
"Yes. While we were spending our honeymoon39 here in Schloss Rothhoefen, Mr. Smart," she said. Her face was very pale.
I could see that the dark associations filled her mind, and abruptly41 finished my tale without further reference to the paintings.
"He will challenge you," she said nervously42. "I am so sorry to have placed you in this dreadful position, Mr. Smart. I shall never forgive myself for—"
"You are in no way concerned in what happened to-day," I interrupted. "It was a purely44 personal affair. Moreover, he will not challenge me."
"He has fought three duels," she said. "He is not a physical coward." Her dark eyes were full of dread43.
I hesitated. "Would you be vitally interested in the outcome of such an affair?" I asked. My voice was strangely husky.
"Oh, how can you ask?"
"I was not thinking of the danger to him, Mr. Smart," she said simply.
"But can't you see how dreadful it would be if I were to kill Rosemary's father?" I cried, completely forgetting myself. "Can't you see?"
A slow flush mounted to her brow. "That is precisely46 what I was thinking, Mr. Smart. It would be—unspeakably dreadful."
I stood over her. My heart was pounding heavily. She must have seen the peril47 that lay in my eyes, for she suddenly slipped out of the chair and faced me, the flush dying in her cheek, leaving it as pale as ivory.
"You must not say anything more, Mr. Smart," she said gently.
A bitter smile came to my lips, and I drew back with a sickening sense of realisation. There was nothing more to be said. But I now thoroughly48 understood one thing: I was in love with her!...
I am something of a philosopher. I submit that my attitude at the time of my defeat at the hands of the jeweller's clerk proves the point conclusively49. If I failed at that time to inspire feelings of love in the breast of a giddy stenographer50, what right had I to expect anything better from the beautiful Countess Tarnowsy, whose aspirations51 left nothing to the imagination? While she was prone52 to chat without visible restraint at this significantly trying moment, I, being a philosopher, remained silent and thoughtful. Quite before I knew it, I was myself again: a steady, self-reliant person who could make the best of a situation, who could take his medicine like a man. Luckily, the medicine was not so bitter as it might have been if I had made a vulgar, impassioned display of my emotions. Thank heaven, I had that to be thankful for.
She was speaking of the buttonless lawyer, Mr. Bangs. "He is waiting to see you this evening, Mr. Smart, to discuss ways and means of getting my mother and brothers into the castle without discovery by the spies who are undoubtedly53 watching their every move."
I drew in another long, deep breath. "It seems to me that the thing cannot be done. The risk is tremendous. Why not head her off?"
"Head her off? You do not know my mother, Mr. Smart. She has made up her mind that her place is here with me, and there isn't anything in the world that can—head her off, as you say."
"But surely you see the danger?"
"I do. I have tried to stop her. Mr. Bangs has tried to stop her. So has father. But she is coming. We must arrange something."
I was pacing the floor in front of her. She had resumed her place in the chair.
"My deepest regret, Countess, lies in the fact that our little visits will be—well, at an end. Our delightful54 little suppers and—"
"Oh, but think of the comfort it will be to you, not having me on your mind all of the time. I shall not be lonesome, I shall not be afraid, I shall not be forever annoying you with selfish demands upon your good nature. You will have time to write without interruption. It will be for the best."
"No," said I, positively55. "They were jolly parties, and I shall miss them."
She looked away quickly. "And, if all goes well, I shall soon be safely on my way to America. Then you will be rid of me completely."
"Yes. And I fear I shall have to trouble you again when it comes to that. You must help me, Mr. Smart."
I nodded slowly. Help her to get away? I hadn't thought of that lately. The prospect57 left me rather cold and sick.
"I'll do all that I can, Countess."
She smiled faintly, but I was certain that I detected a challenge,—a rather unkind challenge,—in her eyes. "You will come to see me in New York, of course."
I shook my head. "I am afraid we are counting our chickens before they're hatched. One or the other of us may be in jail for the next few years."
"Heavens!"
"But I'll come to see you in New York, if you'll let me," I cried, trying to repair the damage I had done. "I was jesting when I spoke of jail."
Her brow was puckered58 in thought. "It has just occurred to me, my dear friend, that even if I do get safely away, you will be left here to face the consequences. When it becomes known that you sheltered me, the authorities may make it extremely uncomfortable for you."
"I'm not worrying about that."
"Just the same, it is something to worry about," she said, seriously. "Now, here is what I have had in mind for a long, long time. Why don't you come with me when I leave? That will be the safest plan."
"You are not in earnest!"
"Assuredly. The plan is something like this: I am to be taken by slow stages, overland, to a small Mediterranean59 port. One of a half-dozen American yachts now cruising the sea will be ready to pick me up. Doesn't it seem simple?"
"It seems simple enough," said I. "But there are a lot of 'ifs' between here and the little port you hope to reach. It will not be an easy matter to manage the successful flight of a party as large as yours will be."
"Oh," she cried, "I shall be quite alone, except for Rosemary and Blake,—and Mr. Bangs."
"But your mother? You can't leave her here."
"You will have to smuggle her out of the castle a day or two in advance. It is all thought out, Mr. Smart."
"By Jove!" I exclaimed, with more irascibility than I intended to show. "If I succeed in doing all that is expected of me, I certainly will be entitled to more than an invitation to come and see you in New York."
She arose and laid her fingers upon my bandaged hand. The reckless light had died out of her eyes.
"I have thought that out, too, Mr. Smart," she said, quietly. "And now, good-bye. You will come up to see Mr. Bangs to-night?"
Considerably60 mystified by her remark, I said I would come, and then assisted her through the opening in the wall. She smiled back at me as the portrait swung into place.
What did she mean? Was it possible that she meant to have old man Titus reward me in a pecuniary61 way? The very thought of such a thing caused me to double up my fist—my recently discovered fist!—and to swear softly under my breath. After a few moments I was conscious of a fierce pain in the back of my hand.
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Bangs was a shrewd little Englishman. As I shook hands with him—using my left hand with a superfluous62 apology—I glanced at the top of his waistcoat. There was no button missing.
"The Countess sewed it on for me," he said drily, reading my thoughts.
I stayed late with them, discussing plans. He had strongly advised against any attempt on Mrs. Titus's part to enter her daughter's hiding-place, but had been overruled. I conceived the notion, too, that he was a very strong-minded man. What then must have been the strength of Mrs. Titus's resolution to overcome the objections he put in her way?
He, too, had thought it all out. Everybody seems to have thought everything out with a single exception,—myself. His plan was not a bad one. Mrs. Titus and her sons were to enter the castle under cover of night, and I was to meet them in an automobile63 at a town some fifteen kilometers away, where they would leave the train while their watchers were asleep, and bring them overland to Schloss Rothhoefen. They would be accompanied by a single lady's maid and no luggage. A chartered motor boat would meet us up the river a few miles, and—well, it looked very simple! All that was required of me was a willingness to address her as "Mother" and her sons as "brothers" in case there were any questions asked.
This was Tuesday. They were coming on Thursday, and the train reached the station mentioned at half-past twelve at night. So you will see it was a jolly arrangement.
I put Mr. Bangs up in my best guest-chamber, and, be it said to my credit, the Countess did not have to suggest it to me. As we said good night to her on the little landing at the top of the stairs, she took my bandaged paw between her two little hands and said:
"You will soon be rid of me forever, Mr. Smart. Will you bear with me patiently for a little while longer?" There was a plaintive64, appealing note in her voice. She seemed strangely subdued65.
"I can bear with you much easier than I can bear the thought of being rid of you," I said in a very low voice. She pressed my clumsy hand fiercely, and I felt no pain.
"You have been too good to me," she said in a very small voice. "Some day, when I am out of all this trouble, I may be able to tell you how much I appreciate all you have done for me."
An almost irresistible—I was about to say ungovernable—impulse to seize her in my arms came over me, but I conquered it and rushed after Mr. Bangs, as blind as a bat and reeling for a dozen steps or more. It was a most extraordinary feeling.
I found myself wondering if passion had that effect on all men. If this was an illustration of what a real passionate66 love could do to a sensible, level-headed person, then what, in heaven's name, was the emotion I had characterised as love during my placid67 courtship of the faintly remembered typewriter? There had been no such blinding, staggering sensation as this. No thoughts of physical contact with my former inamorata had left me weak and trembling and dazed as I was at this historic moment.
Bangs was chattering68 in his glib69 English fashion as we descended70 to my study, but I did not hear half that he said. He looked surprised at two or three of the answers I made to his questions, and I am sure there were several of them that I didn't respond to at all. He must have thought me an unmannerly person.
One remark of his brought me rather sharply to my senses. I seemed capable of grasping its awful significance when all the others had gone by without notice.
"If all goes well," he was saying, "she should be safely away from here on the fourteenth. That leaves less than ten days more, sir, under your hospitable71 roof."
"Less than ten days," I repeated. This was the fifth of the month. "If all goes well. Less than ten days."
Again I passed a sleepless72 night. A feeling of the utmost loneliness and desolation grew up within me. Less than ten days! And then she would be "safely away" from me. She and Rosemary! There was a single ray of brightness in the gloom that shrouded73 my thoughts: she had urged me to fly away with her. She did not want to leave me behind to face the perils74 after she was safely out of them. God bless her for thinking of that!
But of course what little common sense and judgment75 I had left within me told me that such a course was entirely76 out of the question. I could not go away with her. I could do no more than to see her safely on her way to the queer little port on the east coast of Italy. Then I should return to my bleak77, joyless castle,—to my sepulchre,—and suffer all the torments78 of the damned for days and weeks until word came that she was actually safe on the other side of the Atlantic.
What courage, what pluck she had! Criminal? No, a thousand times, no! She was claiming her own, her dearest own. The devil must have been in the people who set themselves up as judges to condemn79 her for fighting so bravely for that which God had given her. Curse them all! ... I fear that my thoughts became more and more maudlin80 as the interminable night went on.
Always they came back to the sickening realisation that I was to lose her in ten days, and that my castle would be like a tomb.
Of course the Hazzards and the Billy Smiths were possible panaceas81, but what could they bring to ease the pangs82 of a secret nostalgia83? Nothing but their own blissful contentment, their own happiness to make my loneliness seem all the more horrible by contrast. Would it not be better for me to face it alone? Would it not be better to live the life of a hermit84?
She came to visit me at twelve o'clock the next day. I was alone in the study. Poopendyke was showing Mr. Bangs over the castle.
She was dressed in a gown of some soft grey material, and there was a bunch of violets at her girdle.
"I came to dress your hand for you," she said as I helped her down from Red Ludwig's frame.
Now I have neglected to mention that the back of my hand was swollen to enormous proportions, an unlovely thing.
"Thank you," I said, shaking my head; "but it is quite all right. Britton attended to it this morning. It is good of you to think about it, Countess. It isn't—"
"I thought about it all night," she said, and I could believe her after the light from the windows had fallen upon her face. There were dark circles under her eyes and she was quite pale. Her eyes seemed abnormally large and brilliant. "I am so sorry not to be able to do one little thing for you. Will you not let me dress it after this?"
I coloured. "Really, it—it is a most trifling85 bruise," I explained, "just a little black and blue, that's all. Pray do not think of it again."
"You will never let me do anything for you," she said. Her eyes were velvety86. "It isn't fair. I have exacted so much from you, and—"
"And I have been most brutal and unfeeling in many of the things I have said to you," said I, despairingly. "I am ashamed of the nasty wounds I have given you. My state of repentance87 allows you to exact whatsoever88 you will of me, and, when all is said and done, I shall still be your debtor89. Can you—will you pardon the coarse opinions of a conceited90 ass40? I assure you I am not the man I was when you first encountered me."
She smiled. "For that matter, I am not the same woman I was, Mr. Smart. You have taught me three things, one of which I may mention: the subjection of self. That, with the other two, has made a new Aline Titus of me. I hope you may be pleased with the—transfiguration."
"I wish you were Aline Titus," I said, struck by the idea.
"You may at least be sure that I shall not remain the Countess Tarnowsy long, Mr. Smart," she said, with a very puzzling expression in her eyes.
My heart sank. "But I remember hearing you say not so very long ago that you would never marry again," I railed.
She regarded me rather oddly for a moment. "I am very, very glad that you are such a steady, sensible, practical man. A vapid91, impressionable youth, during this season of propinquity, might have been so foolish as to fall in love with me, and that would have been too bad."
I think I glared at her. "Then,—then, you are going to marry some one?"
She waited a moment, looking straight into my eyes.
"Yes," she said, and a delicate pink stole into her cheek, "I am going to marry some one."
I muttered something about congratulating a lucky dog, but it was all very hazy to me.
"Don't congratulate him yet," she cried, the flush deepening. "I may be a very, very great disappointment to him, and a never-ending nuisance."
"I'm sure you will—will be all right," I floundered. Then I resorted to gaiety. "You see, I've spent a lot of time trying to—to make another woman of you, and so I'm confident he'll find you quite satisfactory."
I flushed painfully, for, I give you my word, it hurt to have her laugh at me. She sobered at once.
"Forgive me," she said very prettily93, and I forgave her. "Do you know we've never given the buried treasure another thought?" she went on, abruptly changing the subject. "Are we not to go searching for it?"
"But it isn't there," said I, steeling my heart against the longing94 that tried to creep into it. "It's all balderdash."
"Then we will go this very afternoon," she said, with enthusiasm.
My ridiculous heart gave a great leap. "This very afternoon," I said, managing my voice very well.
She arose. "Now I must scurry97 away. It would not do for Mr. Bangs to find me here with you. He would be shocked."
I walked beside her to the chair that stood below the portrait of Ludwig the Red, and took her hand to assist her in stepping upon it.
"I sincerely hope this chap you're going to marry, Countess, may be the best fellow in the world," said I, still clasping her hand.
She had one foot on the chair as she half-turned to face me.
"He is the best fellow in the world," she said.
I gulped98. "I can't tell you how happy I shall be if you—if you find real happiness. You deserve happiness—and love."
She gripped my hand fiercely. "I want to be happy! I want to be loved! Oh, I want to be loved!" she cried, so passionately99 that I turned away, unwilling100 to be a witness to this outburst of feeling on her part. She slipped her hand out of mine and a second later was through the frame. I had a fleeting101 glimpse of a slim, adorable ankle. "Good-bye," she called back in a voice that seemed strangely choked. The spring in the gold mirror clicked. A draft of air struck me in the face. She was gone.
"What an infernal fool you've been," I said to myself as I stood there staring at the black hole in the wall. Then, I gently, even caressingly102 swung old Ludwig the Red into place. There was another click. The incident was closed.
A very few words are sufficient to cover the expedition in quest of the legendary103 treasures of the long dead Barons104. Mr. Bangs accompanied us. Britton carried a lantern and the three Schmicks went along as guides. We found nothing but cobwebs.
"Conrad," said I, as we emerged from the last of the underground chambers105, "tell me the truth: was there ever such a thing as buried treasure in this abominable106 hole?"
"Yes, mein herr," he replied, with an apologetic grin; "but I think it was discovered three years ago by Count Hohendahl and Count Tarnowsy."
We stared at him. "The deuce you say!" cried I, with a quick glance at the Countess. She appeared to be as much surprised as I.
"They searched for a month," explained the old man, guiltily. "They found something in the walls of the second tier. I cannot say what it was, but they were very, very happy, my lady." He now addressed her. "It was at the time they went away and did not return for three weeks, if you remember the time."
"Remember it!" she cried bitterly. "Too well, Conrad." She turned to me. "We had been married less than two months, Mr. Smart."
I smiled rather grimly. "Count Tarnowsy appears to have had a great run of luck in those days." It was a mean remark and I regretted it instantly. To my surprise she smiled—perhaps patiently—and immediately afterward107 invited Mr. Bangs and me to dine with her that evening. She also asked Mr. Poopendyke later on.
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Poopendyke! An amazing, improbable idea entered my head. Poopendyke!
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The next day I was very busy, preparing for the journey by motor to the small station down the line where I was to meet Mrs. Titus and her sons. It seemed to me that every one who knew anything whatever about the arrangements went out of his way to fill my already rattle-brained head with advice. I was advised to be careful at least one hundred times; first in regard to the running of the car, then as to road directions, then as to the police, then as to the identity of the party I was to pick up; but more often than anything else, I was urged to be as expeditious108 as possible and to look out for my tires.
In order to avoid suspicion, I rented a big German touring car for a whole month, paying down a lump sum of twelve hundred marks in advance. On Thursday morning I took it out for a spin, driving it myself part of the time, giving the wheel to Britton the remainder.
(The year before I had toured Europe pretty extensively in a car of the same make, driving alternately with Britton, who besides being an excellent valet was a chauffeur109 of no mean ability, having served a London actress for two years or more, which naturally meant that he had been required to do a little of everything.)
We were to keep the car in a garage across the river, drive it ourselves, and pay for the up-keep. We were therefore quite free to come and go as we pleased, without the remotest chance of being questioned. In fact, I intimated that I might indulge in a good bit of joy-riding if the fine weather kept up.
Just before leaving the castle for the ferry trip across the river that evening, I was considerably surprised to have at least a dozen brand new trunks delivered at my landing stage. It is needless to say that they turned out to be the property of Mrs. Titus, expressed by grande vitesse from some vague city in the north of Germany. They all bore the name "Smart, U. S. A.," painted in large white letters on each end, and I was given to understand that they belonged to my own dear mother, who at that moment, I am convinced, was sitting down to luncheon110 in the Adirondacks, provided her habits were as regular as I remembered them to be.
I set forth with Britton at nine o'clock, in a drizzling111 rain. There had been no rain for a month. The farmers, the fruit-raisers, the growers of grapes and all the birds and beasts of the field had been begging for rain for weeks. No doubt they rejoiced in the steady downpour that came at half-past nine, but what must have been their joy at ten when the very floodgates of heaven opened wide and let loose all the dammed waters of July and August (and perhaps some that was being saved up for the approaching September!) I have never known it to rain so hard as it did on that Thursday night in August, nor have I ever ceased reviling112 the fate that instituted, on the very next day, a second season of drought that lasted for nearly six weeks.
But we went bravely through that terrible storm, Britton and I, and the vehement113 Mercedes, up hill and down, over ruts and rocks, across bridges and under them, sozzling and swishing and splashing in the path of great white lights that rushed ahead of us through the gloom. At half-past eleven o'clock we were skidding114 over the cobblestones of the darkest streets I have ever known, careening like a drunken sailor but not half as surely, headed for the Staatsbahnhof, to which we had been directed by an object in a raincoat who must have been a policeman but who looked more like a hydrant.
"Britton," said I, wearily, "have you ever seen anything like it?"
"Once before, sir," said he. "Niagara Falls, sir."
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