And why should it be otherwise? Master of the medal and of Dorothy, the ruffian had only to fly.
On the instant she saw all the faults of her plan. In order to compel d'Estreicher to risk a sortie that she might capture him during that sortie, she had invented a too subtle ruse2, which actual developments of Fortune's spite might turn to her undoing3. A conflict which turns on the number of seconds gained or lost is extremely doubtful.
She went quickly into the house and pushed the disc under a heap of discarded things in a small lumber-room. The necessary hunt for it would delay for a while the enemy's flight. But when she came back to go out of the house, d'Estreicher, grimacing4 ironically behind his spectacles and under his thick beard, stood on the threshold of the front door.
Dorothy never carried a revolver. All her life she never cared to trust to anything but her courage and intelligence. She regretted it at this horrible moment when she found herself face to face with the man who had murdered her father. Her first act would have been to blow out his brains.
Divining her vengeful thought, he seized her arm quickly and twisted it, as he had twisted the arm of old Juliet Assire. Then bending over her, he snapped:
"Where have you put it?... Be quick!"
She did not even dream of resisting, so acute was the pain, and took him to the little room, and pointed5 to the heap. He found the disc at once, weighed it in his hand, examining it with an air of immense satisfaction and said:
"That's all right. Victory at last! Twenty years of struggle come to an end. And over and above what I bargained for, you, Dorothy—the most magnificent and desirable of rewards."
He ran his hand over her frock to make sure that she was not armed, then seized her round the body, and with a strength which no one would have believed him to possess, swung her over his shoulder on to his back.
"You make me feel uneasy, Dorothy," he chuckled6. "What? No resistance? What pretty behavior, my dear! There must be something in the way of a trap under it all. So I'll be off."
Outside she caught sight of the two men, who were on guard at the big gate. One of them was the confederate she knew, from having seen him at Juliet Assire's cottage. The other, his face flattened7 against the bars of a small wicket, was watching the road.
D'Estreicher called to them:
"Keep your eyes skinned, boys. You mustn't be caught in the sheepfold. And when I whistle, bucket off back to the hillocks."
He himself made for them with long strides without weakening under his burden. She could smell the odor of a damp cellar with which his subterranean8 lair had impregnated his garments. He held her by the neck with a hard hand that bruised9 it.
They came to the wooden bridge and were just about to cross it. No more than a hundred yards from it, perhaps, among the bushes and rocks, was one of the entrances to his underground lair. Already the man was raising his whistle to his lips.
With a deft10 movement, Dorothy snatched the disc, which was sticking up above the top of the pocket into which he had stuffed it, and threw it towards the pool. It ran along the ground, rolled down the bank, and disappeared under the water.
"You little devil!" growled11 the ruffian throwing her roughly to the ground. "Stir, and I'll break your head!"
He went down the bank and floundered about in the viscid mud of the river, keeping an eye on Dorothy and cursing her.
She did not dream of flying. She kept looking from one to another of the points at the top of the wall above which she expected the heads of the farm-servants or the detectives to rise. It was certainly five or six minutes past the hour, yet none of them appeared. Nevertheless she did not lose hope. She expected d'Estreicher, who had evidently lost his head, to make some mistake of which she could take advantage.
"Yes, yes," he snarled12: "You wish to gain time, my dear. And suppose you do? Do you think I'll let go of you? I've got you both, you and the medal; and your bumpkin of a Raoul isn't the man to loosen my grip. Besides, if he does come, it'll be all the worse for him. My men have their orders: a good crack on the head——"
He was still searching; he stopped short, uttered a cry of triumph and stood upright, the disc in his hand.
"Here it is, ducky. Certainly the luck is with me; and you've lost. On we go, cousin Dorothy!"
Dorothy cast a last look along the walls. No one. Instinctively13, at the approach of the man she hated, she made as if to thrust him off. It made him laugh—so absurd did any resistance seem. Violently he beat down her outstretched arms, and again swung her on to his shoulder with a movement in which there was as much hate as desire.
"Say good-bye to your sweetheart, Dorothy, for the good Raoul is in love with you. Say good-bye to him. If ever you see him again, it will be too late."
He crossed the bridge and strode in among the hillocks.
It was all over. In another thirty seconds, even if he were attacked, no longer being in sight of the points on the wall at which the men armed with guns were to rise up, he would have time to reach the mouth of the entrance to his lair. Dorothy had lost the battle. Raoul and the detectives would arrive too late.
"You don't know how nice it is to have you there, all quivering, and to carry you away with me, against me, without your being able to escape the inevitable," whispered d'Estreicher. "But what's the matter with you? Are you crying? You mustn't, my dear. After all why should you? You would certainly let yourself be lulled14 one of these days on the bosom15 of the handsome Raoul. Then there's no reason why I should be more distasteful to you than he, is there? But—hang it!" he cried angrily, "haven't you done sobbing16 yet?"
He turned her on his shoulder and caught hold of her head.
He was dumfounded.
Dorothy was laughing.
"What—what's this? What are you laughing at? Is it p-p-possible that you dare to laugh? What on earth do you mean by it?"
This laughter frightened him as a threat of danger? The slut! What was she laughing at? A sudden fury rose in him, and setting her down clumsily against a tree, he struck her with his clenched17 fist, out of which a ring stuck, on the forehead, among her hair, with such force that the blood spurted18 out.
"If you laugh, I'll bite your mouth, you hussy," he snarled, bending over her red lips.
He did not dare to carry out the threat, respecting her in spite of himself, and even a little intimidated22. She was frightened, however, and laughed no more.
"What is this? What is it?" he repeated. "You should be crying, and you're laughing. Why?"
"I was laughing because of the plates," she said.
"What plates?"
"Those which form the case of the medal."
"These?"
"Yes."
"What about them?"
"What's this rot you're talking?"
"It is rot, isn't it? Saint-Quentin and I soldered25 them together; I engraved26 the motto on them with a knife; and last night we threw them into the pool."
"But you're mad. I don't understand. With what object did you do it?"
"Since poor old Juliet Assire babbled27 some admissions about the river when you tortured her, I was pretty sure you'd fall into the trap."
"What do you mean? What trap?"
"I wanted to get you to come out of here."
"You knew that I was here then?"
"Rather! I knew that you were watching us fish up the case; and I knew for certain what would happen after that. Believing that this case, found at the bottom of the pool under your very eyes, contained the medal, and seeing moreover that Raoul had gone and I was alone at the Manor28, you wouldn't be able to come. But you have come."
He stuttered:
"The g-g-gold medal.... It isn't in this case then?"
"No. It's empty."
"And Raoul?... Raoul?... You're expecting him?"
"Yes."
"Alone?"
"With some detectives. He went to meet them."
He clenched his fists and growled:
"You little beast, you denounced me."
"I denounced you."
Not for a second did d'Estreicher think she might be lying. He held the metal disc in his hand; and it would have been easy enough to force it open with his knife. To what end? The disc was empty. He was sure of it. Of a sudden he grasped the full force of the comedy she had played on the pool; it explained to him the odd uneasiness and disquiet29 he had felt while he was watching that series of actions the connection of which seemed to him strange.
However he had come. He had plunged30 blindly, with his head down, into the trap she had audaciously laid for him before his very eyes. Of what miraculous31 power was she mistress? And how was he going to slip through the meshes32 of the net which was being drawn33 tighter and tighter round him?
"Let's be getting away," he said, eager to get out of danger.
But he was suffering from a lassitude of will, and instead of picking up his victim, he questioned her.
"The disc is empty. But you know where the medal is?" he questioned.
"Of course I know," said Dorothy, who only thought of gaining time and whose furtive34 eyes were scanning the top of the wall.
The man's eyes sparkled:
"Ah, you do, do you?... You must be a fool to admit it!... Since you know, you're going to tell, my dear. If not——"
He drew his revolver.
She said mockingly:
"Just as with Juliet Assire? Twenty's what you count, isn't it? You may as well save your breath; it doesn't work with me."
"I swear, dammit!—--"
"Words!"
No: the battle was certainly not lost. Dorothy, though exhausted35, her face smeared36 with blood, clung to every possible incident with grim tenacity37. She felt strongly that, in his fury, d'Estreicher was capable of killing38 her. But she was quite as clearly aware of his confusion of ideas and of her power over him. He hadn't the strength to depart and abandon the medal for which he had struggled so desperately39. If only his hesitation40 lasted a few minutes longer, Raoul was bound to appear on the scene.
At this moment an incident occurred which appeared to excite her keenest interest, for she leant forward to follow it more closely. The old Baron41 came out of the Manor, carrying a bag, not dressed, as usual, in a blouse, but in a cloth suit, and wearing a felt hat. That showed that he had made a choice, that is to say, an effort of thought. Then there was another such effort. Goliath was not with him. He waited for him, stamped his foot, and when the dog did come, caught him by the collar, looked about him, and took his way to the gate.
The two confederates barred his path; he muttered some grumbling42 complaints and tried to get past them. They shoved him back and at last he went off among the trees, without loosing Goliath, but leaving his bag behind him.
His action was easy to understand; and Dorothy and d'Estreicher alike grasped the fact that the old fellow had wanted to go off on the quest of the treasure. In spite of his madness, he had not forgotten the enterprise. The appointed date was engraved on his memory; and on the day he had fixed43, he strapped44 up his bag and started out like a piece of mechanism45 which one has wound up and which goes off at the moment fixed.
D'Estreicher called out to his confederates:
"Search his bag!"
Since they found nothing, no medal, no clue, he walked up and down in front of Dorothy for a moment, undecided what course to take and then stopped beside her:
"Answer me. Raoul loves you. You don't love him. Otherwise I should have put a stop to your little flirtation46 a fortnight ago. But all the same you feel some obligations towards him in the matter of the medal and the treasure; and you've joined forces. It's just foolishness, my dear, and I'm going to set your mind at rest about the matter, for there's a thing you don't know and I'm going to tell it you. After which I'm sure you'll speak. Answer me then. With regard to this medal, you must be wondering how I come to be hunting for it, since, as you very well know, I stole it from your father. What do you suppose?"
"I suppose somebody took it from you."
"You're right. But do you know who it was?"
"No."
"Raoul's father, George Davernoie."
She started and exclaimed:
"You lie!"
"I do not!" he declared firmly. "You remember your father's last letter which cousin Octave read to us at Roborey? The Prince of Argonne related how he heard two men talking under his window and saw a hand slip through it towards the table and sneak47 the medal. Well, the man who had accompanied the other on the expedition and was waiting below, was George Davernoie. And that rogue48, Dorothy, the very next night robbed his comrade."
Dorothy was shaking with indignation and abhorrence49:
"It's a lie! Raoul's father take to such a trade? A thief?"
"Worse than that. For the enterprise had not only robbery for its aim.... And if the man who poured the poison into the glass and whose tattooed50 arm was seen by the Prince of Argonne, does not deny his acts, he doesn't forget that the poison was provided by the other."
"You lie! You lie! You alone are the culprit! You alone murdered my father!"
"You don't really believe that. And look: here's a letter from him to the old Baron, to his father, that is. I found it among the Baron's papers. Read it:
"'I have at last laid my hand on the indispensable gold piece. On my next leave I'll bring it to you.'
"And look at the date. A week after the death of the Prince of Argonne! Do you believe me now, eh? And don't you think that we might come to an understanding between ourselves, apart from this milksop Raoul?"
This revelation had tried Dorothy sorely. However, she pulled herself together and putting a good face on it, she asked:
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that the gold medal, brought to the Baron, intrusted by him to his old flame for a while, then hidden I don't know where, belongs to you. Raoul has no right to it. I'll buy it from you."
"At what price?"
"Any price you like—half the treasure, if you demand it."
Dorothy saw on the instant how she could make the most of the situation. Here again was a way of gaining some minutes, decisive minutes perhaps, a painful and costly51 way, since she risked handing over to him the key to the treasure. But dare she hesitate? D'Estreicher was nearly at the end of his patience. He was beside himself at the notion of the imminent52 attack with which he was threatened. Let him get carried away by an access of panic and all would be lost by his taking flight.
"A partnership53 between us? Never! A sharing of the treasure which would make me your ally? A thousand times, no! I detest54 you. But an agreement for a few moments? Perhaps."
"Your conditions?" he said. "Be quick! Make the most of my allowing you to impose conditions!"
"That won't take long. You have a double object—the medal and me. You must choose between them. Which do you want most?"
"The medal."
"If you let me go free, I'll give it to you."
"Swear to me on your honor that you know where it is."
"I swear it."
"How long have you known?"
"For about five minutes. A little while ago I did not know. A little fact has just come under my observation which has informed me."
He believed her. It was impossible for him to disbelieve her. Everything that she said in that fashion, looking you straight in the face, was the exact truth.
"Speak."
"It's for you to speak first. Swear that as soon as my promise is fulfilled, I shall be free."
The ruffian blinked. The idea of keeping an oath appeared comic to him; and Dorothy was quite aware that his oath had no value of any kind.
"I swear it," he said.
Then he repeated: "Speak. I can't quite make out what you are faking; but it doesn't strike me as being gospel truth. So I don't put much faith in it; and don't you forget it."
The conflict between them was now at its height; and what gave that conflict its peculiar55 character was that both of them saw clearly the adversary's game. Dorothy had no doubt that Raoul, after an unforeseen delay, was on his way to the Manor, and d'Estreicher, who had no more doubt of it than she, knew that all her actions were based on her expectation of immediate56 intervention57. But there was one trifling58 fact which rendered their chances of victory equal. D'Estreicher believed himself to be in perfect security because his two confederates, glued to the wicket, were watching the road for the coming of the car; while the young girl had taken the admirable precaution of instructing Raoul to abandon the car and take the paths which were out of sight of the gate. All her hope sprang from this precaution.
She made her explanation quietly, all the while bearing in mind her keen desire to drag out the interview.
"I've never ceased to believe," she said "—and I'm sure that you are of the same opinion that the Baron has never, so to speak, quitted the medal."
"I hunted everywhere," d'Estreicher objected.
"So did I. But I don't mean that he kept it on him. I meant that he kept it and still keeps it within reach."
"You do?"
"Yes. He has always managed in such a way that he has only to stretch out his hand to grasp it."
"Impossible. We should have seen it."
"Not at all. Only just now you failed to see anything."
"Just now?"
"Yes. When he was going off, compelled by the bidding of his instinct—when he was going off on the very day he had fixed before he fell ill——"
"He was going off without the medal."
"With the medal."
"They searched his bag."
"The bag wasn't the only thing he was taking with him."
"What else was there? Hang it all! You were more than a hundred yards away from him! You saw nothing."
"I saw that he was holding something besides his bag."
"What?"
"Goliath."
D'Estreicher was silent, struck by that simple word and all it signified.
"Goliath," Dorothy went on, "Goliath who never quitted him, Goliath always within reach of his hand, and whom he was holding, whom he is holding at this moment. Look at him. His five fingers are clenched round the dog's collar. Do you understand? Round its collar!"
Once more d'Estreicher had no doubt. Dorothy's declaration immediately appeared to him to meet all the circumstances of the case. Once more she threw light on the affair. Beyond that light: nothing but darkness and contradictions.
He recovered all his coolness. His will to act instantly revived; and at the same time he saw clearly all the precautions to be taken to minimize the risks of the attempt.
He drew from his pocket a thin piece of rope, with which he bound Dorothy, and a handkerchief which he tied across her mouth.
"If you've made a mistake, darling, all the worse for you. You'll pay for it."
"Moreover, if you haven't made a mistake, all the worse for you just the same. I'm not the man to lose my prey60."
He hailed his confederates:
"Hi, boys! Is there any one on the road?"
"Not a soul!"
"Keep your eyes open! We'll be off in three minutes. When I whistle, bucket off to the entrance to the caves. I'll bring the young woman along."
The threat, terrible as it was, did not effect Dorothy. For her the whole drama was unfolding itself down below, between d'Estreicher and the Baron. D'Estreicher ran down from the hillocks, crossed the bridge, and ran towards the old man who was sitting on a bench on the terrace, with Goliath's head on his knee.
Dorothy felt her heart beating wildly. Not that she doubted that he would find the medal. It would be found in the dog's collar—of that she was sure. But it must be that this supreme61 effort to snatch a last delay could not fail.
"If the barrel of a gun doesn't appear above the top of the wall before a minute is up, d'Estreicher is my master."
And since she would rather kill herself than submit to that degradation62, during that minute her life was at stake.
The respite63 accorded by circumstances was longer than that. D'Estreicher, having flung himself on the dog, met with an unexpected resistance from the Baron. The old man thrust him off furiously, while the dog barked and dragged himself free from the ruffian's grip. The struggle was prolonged. Dorothy followed its phases with alternating fear and hope, backing up Raoul's grandfather with all the force of her will, cursing the energy and stubbornness of the ruffian. In the end the old Baron grew tired and appeared all at once to lose interest in what might happen. One might have thought that Goliath must have suddenly fallen a victim to the same sense of lassitude. He sat down at his master's feet and let himself be handled with a kind of indifference64. With trembling fingers d'Estreicher caught hold of the collar, and ran his fingers along the nail-studded leather under the dog's thick coat. His fingers found the buckle65.
But he got no further. The dramatic surprise came at last. A man's bust66 rose above the wall, and a voice cried:
"Hands up!"
At last Dorothy smiled with an indescribable sensation of joy and deliverance. Her plan, delayed by some obstacle, was a success. Near Saint-Quentin who had been the first to appear, another figure rose above the wall, leveled a gun, and cried:
"Hands up!"
Instantly d'Estreicher abandoned his search and looked about him with an air of panic. Two other shouts rang out:
"Hands up! Hands up!"
From the points chosen by the young girl two more guns were leveled at him, and the men who aimed, aimed straight at d'Estreicher only. Nevertheless he hesitated. A bullet sang over his head. His hands went up. His confederates were already half-way to the hillocks in their flight. No one paid any attention to them. They ran across the bridge and disappeared in the direction of an isolated67 hillock which was called the Labyrinth68.
The big gate flew open. Raoul rushed through it, followed by two men whom Dorothy did not know, but who must be the detectives dispatched on his information.
D'Estreicher did not budge69; he kept his hands up; and doubtless he would not have made any resistance, if a false move of the police had not given him the chance. As they reached him they closed round him, covering him for two or three seconds from the fire of the servants on the wall. He took advantage of their error to whip out his revolver and shoot. Four times it cracked. Three bullets went wide. The fourth buried itself in Raoul's leg; and he fell to the ground with a groan70.
It was a futile71 outburst of rage and savagery72. On the instant the detectives grappled with d'Estreicher, disarmed73 him, and reduced him to impotence.
They handcuffed him; and as they did so his eyes sought Dorothy, who was almost out of sight, for she had slipped behind a clump74 of bushes; and as they sought her they filled with an expression of appalling75 hate.
It was Saint-Quentin, followed by the captain, who found Dorothy; and at the sight of her blood-smeared face, they were nearly beside themselves.
"Silence," she commanded, to cut short their questions. "Yes, I'm wounded. But it's a mere20 nothing. Run to the Baron, captain; catch hold of Goliath, pat him, and take off his collar. In the collar, you will find behind the metal plate, on which his name is engraved, a pocket, forming a lining76 to it and containing the metal we're looking for. Bring it to me."
The boy hurried off.
"Saint-Quentin," Dorothy continued. "Have the detectives seen me?"
"No."
"You must give every one to understand that I left the Manor some time ago and that you're to meet me at the market-town, Roche-sur-Yon. I don't want to be mixed up with the inquiry77. They'll examine me; and it will be a sheer waste of time."
"But Monsieur Davernoie?"
"As soon as you get the chance, tell him. Tell him that I've gone for reasons which I will explain later, and that I beg him to keep silent about everything that concerns us. Besides, he is wounded, and his mind is confused, and nobody will think about me. They're going to hunt through the hillocks, I expect, to get hold of d'Estreicher's confederates. They mustn't see me. Cover me with branches."
"That's all right," she said when he had done so, "As soon as it is getting dark, come, all four of you, and carry me down to the caravan78; and we'll start as soon as it's daylight. Perhaps I shall be out of sorts for a few days. Rather too much overwork and excitement—nothing for you to worry about. Do you understand, my boy?"
"Yes, Dorothy."
As she had foreseen, the two detectives, having shut up d'Estreicher at the Manor, passed at no great distance from her, guided by one of the farm-servants. She presently heard them calling out and guessed that they had discovered the entrance to the caves of the Labyrinth, down which d'Estreicher's confederates had fled.
She felt exhausted. But for nothing in the world would she have yielded to her lassitude before the return of the captain. She asked Saint-Quentin how the attack had come to be so long delayed.
"An accident, wasn't it?"
"Yes," said he. "The detectives made a mistake about the inn; and the farm-servants were late getting back from the fête. It was necessary to collect the whole lot; and the car broke down."
Montfaucon came running up. Dorothy went on:
"Perhaps, Saint-Quentin, there'll be the name of a town, or rather of a château, on the medal. In that case, find out all you can about the route and take the caravan there. Did you find it, captain?"
"Yes, mummy."
"Give it to me, pet."
What emotion Dorothy felt when she touched the gold medal so keenly coveted80 by them all, which one might reckon the most precious of talismans81, as the guarantee even of success!
It was a medal twice the size of a five-franc piece, and above all much thicker, less smoothly82 cut than a modern medal, less delicately modeled, and of duller gold that did not shine.
On the face was the motto:
In robore fortuna,
On the reverse these lines:
July 12, 1921.
At noon. Before the clock of the Château of Roche-Périac.
"The twelfth of July," muttered Dorothy. "I have time to faint."
She fainted.
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