Then he leisurely1 returned to his prisoner who had given him her name as Ilse Dumont and who was standing2 on the sidewalk beside the car.
“Well, Scheherazade,” he said, smiling, “teller of marvellous tales, I don’t quite believe your stories, but they were extremely entertaining. So I won’t bowstring you or cut off your unusually attractive head! No! On the contrary, I thank you for your wonder-tales, and for not murdering me. And, furthermore, I bestow3 upon you your liberty. Have you sufficient cash to take you where you desire to waft4 yourself?”
“I’m sorry I had to be rough with you, Scheherazade,” he continued, “but when a young lady sews her clothes full of papers which don’t belong to her, what, I ask you, is a modest young man to do?”
She said nothing.
“It becomes necessary for that modest young man to can his modesty—and the young lady’s. Is there anything else he could do?” he repeated gaily7.181
“He had better return those papers,” she replied in a low voice.
“I’m sorry, Scheherazade, but it isn’t done in ultra-crooked circles. Are you sure you have enough money to go where destiny and booty call you?”
“I have what I require,” she answered dryly.
“Then good-bye, Pearl of the Harem! Without rancour, I offer you the hand that reluctantly chastened you.”
They remained facing each other in silence for a moment; his expression was mischievously9 amused; hers inscrutable. Then, as he patiently and good-humouredly continued to offer her his hand, very slowly she laid her own in it, still looking him directly in the eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a low voice.
“For what? For not shooting me?”
“I’m sorry for you, Mr. Neeland.... You’re only a boy, after all. You know nothing. And you refuse to learn.... I’m sorry.... Good-bye.”
“Could I take you anywhere? To the Hotel Orange? I’ve time. The station is across the street.”
“No,” she said.
She walked leisurely along the poorly lighted street and turned the first corner as though at hazard. The next moment her trim and graceful10 figure had disappeared.
With his heart still gay from the night’s excitement, and the drop of Irish blood in him lively as champagne11, he crossed the square briskly, entered the stuffy12 station, bought a ticket, and went out to the wooden platform beside the rails.
Placing box and suitcase side by side, he seated himself upon them and lighted a cigarette.
Here was an adventure! Whether or not he 182understood it, here certainly was a real, story-book adventure at last. And he began to entertain a little more respect for those writers of romance who have so persistently13 attempted to convince an incredulous world that adventures are to be had anywhere and at any time for the mere14 effort entailed15 in seeking them.
In his case, however, he had not sought adventure. It had been thrust upon him by cable.
And now the drop of Irish in him gratefully responded. He was much obliged to Fate for his evening’s entertainment; he modestly ventured to hope for favours to come. And, considering the coolly veiled threats of this young woman whom he had treated with scant16 ceremony, he had some reason to expect a sequel to the night’s adventure.
“She,” he thought to himself, “had nothing on Godiva—except a piano cover!”
Recollection of the absurd situation incited17 his reprehensible18 merriment to the point of unrestrained laughter; and he clasped his knees and rocked to and fro, where he sat on his suitcase, all alone under the stars.
The midnight express was usually from five to forty minutes late at Orangeville; but from there east it made up time on the down grade to Albany.
And now, as he sat watching, far away along the riverside a star came gliding19 into view around an unseen curve—the headlight of a distant locomotive.
A few moments later he was in his drawing-room, seated on the edge of the couch, his door locked, the shade over the window looking on the corridor drawn20 down as far as it would go; and the train rushing through the starry21 night on the down grade toward Albany.
He could not screen the corridor window entirely22; 183the shade seemed to be too short; but it was late, the corridor dark, all the curtains in the car closed tightly over the berths23, and his privacy was not likely to be disturbed. And when the conductor had taken both tickets and the porter had brought him a bottle of mineral water and gone away, he settled down with great content.
Neeland was in excellent humour. He had not the slightest inclination24 to sleep. He sat on the side of his bed, smoking, the olive-wood box lying open beside him, and its curious contents revealed.
But now, as he carefully examined the papers, photographs, and drawings, he began to take the affair a little more seriously. And the possibility of further trouble raised his already high spirits and caused that little drop of Irish blood to sing agreeably in his veins25.
Dipping into Herr Wilner’s diary added a fillip to the increasing fascination26 that was possessing him.
“Well, I’m damned,” he thought, “if it doesn’t really look as though the plans of these Turkish forts might be important! I’m not very much astonished that the Kaiser and the Sultan desire to keep for themselves the secrets of these fortifications. They really belong to them, too. They were drawn and planned by a German.” He shrugged28. “A rotten alliance!” he muttered, and picked up the bronze Chinese figure to examine it.
“So you’re the Yellow Devil I’ve heard about!” he said. “Well, you certainly are a pippin!”
Inspecting him with careless curiosity, he turned the bronze over and over between his hands, noticing a slight rattling29 sound that seemed to come from within but discovering no reason for it. And, as he curiously30 184considered the scowling31 demon32, he hummed an old song of his father’s under his breath:
“Wan balmy day in May
Th’ ould Nick come to the dure;
Sez I ‘The divil’s to pay,
An’ the debt comes harrd on the poor!’
His eyes they shone like fire
Sez I to me sister Suke,
‘Suke!!!!
Tell him I ain’t at home!’
“He stood forninst the dure,
His wings were wings of a bat,
An’ he raised his voice to a roar,
An’ the tail of him switched like a cat,
‘O wirra the day!’ sez I,
‘Ochone I’ll no more roam!’
Sez I to me brother Luke,
‘Luke!!!!
Tell him I ain’t at home!’”
As he laid the bronze figure away and closed, locked and strapped35 the olive-wood box, an odd sensation crept over him as though somebody were overlooking what he was doing. Of course it could not be true, but so sudden and so vivid was the impression that he rose, opened the door, and glanced into the private washroom—even poked36 under the bed and the opposite sofa; and of course discovered that only a living skeleton could lie concealed37 in such spaces.
His courage, except moral courage, had never been particularly tested. He was naturally quite fearless, even carelessly so, and whether it was the courage of ignorance or a constitutional inability to be afraid never bothered his mind because he never thought about it.185
Now, amused at his unusual fit of caution, he stretched himself out on his bed, still dressed, debating in his mind whether he should undress and try to sleep, or whether it were really worth while before he boarded the steamer.
And, as he lay there, a cigarette between his lips, wakeful, his restless gaze wandering, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something moving—a human face pressed to the dark glass of the corridor window between the partly lowered shade and the cherry-wood sill.
So amazed was he that the face had disappeared before he realised that it resembled the face of Ilse Dumont. The next instant he was on his feet and opening the door of the drawing-room; but the corridor between the curtained berths was empty and dark and still; not a curtain fluttered.
He did not care to leave his doorway38, either, with the box lying there on his bed; he stood with one hand on the knob, listening, peering into the dusk, still excited by the surprise of seeing her on the same train that he had taken.
However, on reflection, he quite understood that she could have had no difficulty in boarding the midnight train for New York without being noticed by him; because he was not expecting her to do such a thing and he had paid no attention to the group of passengers emerging from the waiting room when the express rolled in.
“This is rather funny,” he thought. “I wish I could find her. I wish she’d be friendly enough to pay me a visit. Scheherazade is certainly an entertaining girl. And it’s several hours to New York.”
He lingered a while longer, but seeing and hearing 186nothing except darkness and assorted39 snores, he stepped into his stateroom and locked the door again.
Sleep was now impossible; the idea of Scheherazade prowling in the dark corridor outside amused him intensely, and aroused every atom of his curiosity. Did the girl really expect an opportunity to steal the box? Or was she keeping a sinister40 eye on him with a view to summoning accomplices41 from vasty metropolitan42 deeps as soon as the train arrived? Or, having failed at Brookhollow, was she merely going back to town to report “progress backward”?
He finished his mineral water, and, still feeling thirsty, rang, on the chance that the porter might still be awake and obliging.
Something about the entire affair was beginning to strike him as intensely funny, and the idea of foreign spies slinking about Brookhollow; the seriousness with which this young girl took herself and her mission; her amateur attempts at murder; her solemn mention of the Turkish Embassy—all these excited his sense of the humorous. And again incredulity crept in; and presently he found himself humming Irwin’s immortal43 Kaiser refrain:
“Hi-lee! Hi-lo!
Der vinds dey blow
Joost like die wacht am Rhine!
Und vot iss mine belongs to me,
Und vot iss yours iss mine!”
There came a knock at his door; he rose and opened it, supposing it to be the porter; and was seized in the powerful grasp of two men and jerked into the dark corridor.
One of them had closed his mouth with a gloved hand, 187crushing him with an iron grip around the neck; the other caught his legs and lifted him bodily; and, as they slung44 him between them, his startled eyes caught sight of Ilse Dumont entering his drawing-room.
It was a silent, fierce struggle through the corridor to the front platform of the vestibule train; it took both men to hold, overpower, and completely master him; but they tried to do this and, at the same time, lift the trap that discloses the car steps. And could not manage it.
The instant Neeland realised what they were trying to do, he divined their shocking intention in regard to himself, and the struggle became terrible there in the swaying vestibule. Twice he nearly got at the automatic pistol in his breast pocket, but could not quite grasp it. They slammed him and thrashed him around between them, apparently45 determined46 to open the trap, fling him from the train, and let him take his chances with the wheels.
Then, of a sudden, came a change in the fortunes of war; they were trying to drag him over the chain sagging47 between the forward mail-car and the Pullman, when one of them caught his foot on it and stumbled backward, releasing Neeland’s right arm. In the same instant he drove his fist into the face of his other assailant so hard that the man’s head jerked backward as though his neck were broken, and he fell flat on his back.
Already the train was slowing down for the single stop between Albany and New York—Hudson. Neeland got out his pistol and pointed48 it shakily at the man who had fallen backward over the chain.
“Jump!” he panted. “Jump quick!”
The man needed no other warning; he opened the 188trap, scrambled49 and wriggled50 down the mail-car steps, and was off the train like a snake from a sack.
The other man, bloody51 and ghastly white, crept under the chain after his companion. He was a well-built, good-looking man of forty, with blue eyes and a golden beard all over blood. He seemed sick from the terrific blow dealt him; but as the train had almost stopped, Neeland pushed him off with the flat of his foot.
Drenched52 in perspiration53, dishevelled, bruised54, he slammed both traps and ran back into the dark corridor, and met Ilse Dumont coming out of his stateroom carrying the olive-wood box.
His appearance appeared to stupefy her; he took the box from her without resistance, and, pushing her back into the stateroom, locked the door.
Then, still savagely55 excited, and the hot blood of battle still seething56 in his veins, he stood staring wickedly into her dazed eyes, the automatic pistol hanging from his right fist.
But after a few moments something in her naïve astonishment—her amazement57 to see him alive and standing there before her—appealed to him as intensely ludicrous; he dropped on the edge of the bed and burst into laughter uncontrolled.
“Scheherazade! Oh, Scheherazade!” he said, weak with laughter, “if you could only see your face! If you could only see it, my dear child! It’s too funny to be true! It’s too funny to be a real face! Oh, dear, I’ll die if I laugh any more. You’ll assassinate58 me with your face!”
She seated herself on the lounge opposite, still gazing blankly at him in his uncontrollable mirth.
After a while he put back the automatic into his 189breast pocket, took off coat and waistcoat, without paying the slightest heed59 to her or to convention; opened his own suitcase, selected a fresh shirt, tie, and collar, and, taking with him his coat and the olive-wood box, went into the little washroom.
He scarcely expected to find her there when he emerged, cooled and refreshed; but she was still there, seated as he had left her on the lounge.
“I wanted to ask you,” she said in a low voice, “did you kill them?”
“Not at all, Scheherazade,” he replied gaily. “The Irish don’t kill; they beat up their friends; that’s all. Fist and blackthorn, my pretty lass, but nix for the knife and gun.”
“How—did you do it?”
“Well, I got tired having a ham-fisted Dutchman pawing me and closing my mouth with his big splay fingers. So I asked him to slide overboard and shoved his friend after him.”
“Did you shoot them?”
“No, I tell you!” he said disgustedly. “I hadn’t a chance in hot blood, and I couldn’t do it in cold. No, Scheherazade, I didn’t shoot. I pulled a gun for dramatic effect, that’s all.”
After a silence she asked him in a low voice what he intended to do with her.
“Do? Nothing! Chat affably with you until we reach town, if you don’t mind. Nothing more violent than that, Scheherazade.”
The girl, sitting sideways on the sofa, leaned her head against the velvet60 corner as though very tired. Her small hands lay in her lap listlessly, palms up-turned.
“Are you really tired?” he asked.190
“Yes, a little.”
He took the two pillows from his bed and placed them on the sofa.
“You may lie down if you like, Scheherazade.”
“Won’t you need them?”
“Sunburst of my soul, if I pillow my head on anything while you are in the vicinity, it will be on that olive-wood box!”
For the first time the faintest trace of a smile touched her lips. She turned, settled the pillows to her liking61, and stretched out her supple62 figure on the sofa with a slight sigh.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Is it a talk-fest, then?”
“I am listening.”
“Then, were the two recent gentlemen who so rudely pounced63 upon me the same gentlemen who so cheerfully chased me in an automobile64 when you made red fire?”
“Yes.”
“I was betting on it. Nice-looking man—the one with the classical map and the golden Frick.”
She said nothing.
“Scheherazade,” he continued with smiling malice65, “do you realise that you are both ornamental66 and young? Why so young and murderous, fair houri? Why delight in manslaughter in any degree? Why cultivate assault and battery? Why swipe the property of others?”
She closed her eyes on the pillow, but, as he remained silent, presently opened them again.
“I asked them not to hurt you,” she said irrelevantly67.191
“Who? Oh, your strenuous68 friends with the footpad technique? Well, they obeyed you unwillingly69.”
“Did they hurt you?”
“Oh, no. But the car-wheels might have.”
“The car-wheels?”
“Yes. They were all for dumping me down the steps of the vestibule. But I’ve got a nasty disposition70, Scheherazade, and I kicked and bit and screamed so lustily that I disgusted them and they simply left the train and concluded to cut my acquaintance.”
It was evident that his good-humoured mockery perplexed71 her. Once or twice the shadow of a smile passed over her dark eyes, but they remained uncertain and watchful72.
“You really were astonished to see me alive again, weren’t you?” he asked.
“I was surprised to see you, of course.”
“Alive?”
“I told you that I asked them not to really hurt you.”
“Do you suppose I believe that, after your pistol practice on me?”
“It is true,” she replied, her eyes resting on him.
“You wished to reserve me for more pistol practice?”
“I have no—enmity—for you.”
“Oh, Scheherazade!” he protested, laughing.
“You are wrong, Mr. Neeland.”
“After all I did to you?”
To his surprise a bright blush spread over her face where it lay framed by the pillows; she turned her head abruptly73 and lay without speaking.
He sat thinking for a few minutes, then leaning forward from where he sat on the bed’s edge:
“After a man’s been shot at and further intimidated74 192with a large, unpleasantly rusty75 Kurdish dagger76, he is likely to proceed without ceremony. All the same, I am sorry I had to humiliate77 you, Scheherazade.”
She lay silent, unstirring.
“A girl would never forgive that, I know,” he said. “So I shall look for a short shrift from you if your opportunity ever comes.”
The girl appeared to be asleep. He stood up and looked down at her. The colour had faded from the one cheek visible. For a while he listened to her quiet breathing, then, the imp27 of perversity78 seizing him, and intensely diverted by the situation, he bent79 over her, touched her cheek with his lips, put on his hat, took box and suitcase, and went out to spend the remaining hour or two in the smoking room, leaving her to sleep in peace.
But no sooner had he closed the door on her than the girl sat straight up on the sofa, her face surging in colour, and her eyes brilliant with starting tears.
When the train arrived at the Grand Central Station, in the grey of a July morning, Neeland, finding the stateroom empty, lingered to watch for her among the departing passengers.
But he lingered in vain; and presently a taxicab took him and his box to the Cunard docks, and deposited him there. And an hour later he was in his cabin on board that vast ensemble80 of machinery81 and luxury, the Cunarder Volhynia, outward bound, and headed straight at the dazzling disc of the rising sun.
And thought of Scheherazade faded from his mind as a tale that is told.
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