SPORT ROYAL
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
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THE PRISONER OF ZENDA
THE INDISCRETION OF THE DUCHESS
THE DOLLY DIALOGUES
A MAN OF MARK
A CHANGE OF AIR
SPORT ROYAL
[Illustration: "_The Princess rushed to the other door, and, on
finding it locked, screamed again._"--P. 88.
(Copyright, 1895, by HENRY HOLT & CO.)]
SPORT ROYAL
_AND OTHER STORIES_
BY
ANTHONY HOPE
AUTHOR OF "THE PRISONER OF ZENDA," ETC.
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
1895
THE MERSHON COMPANY PRESS,
RAHWAY, N. J.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
SPORT ROYAL:
CHAPTER I. THE SEQUEL TO THE BALL, 1
" II. AT THE HÔTEL MAGNIFIQUE, 31
" III. THE MISSION OF THE RUBY, 54
A TRAGEDY IN OUTLINE, 99
A MALAPROPOS PARENT, 102
HOW THEY STOPPED THE "RUN," 115
A LITTLE JOKE, 126
A GUARDIAN OF MORALITY, 139
NOT A BAD DEAL, 154
MIDDLETON'S MODEL, 169
MY ASTRAL BODY, 185
THE NEBRASKA LOADSTONE, 204
A SUCCESSFUL REHEARSAL, 216
SPORT ROYAL.
_An Extract from the Journals of Julius Jason, Esquire._
CHAPTER I.
The Sequel to the Ball.
Heidelberg seems rather a tourist-ridden, hackneyed sort of place to
be the mother of adventures. Nevertheless, it is there that my story
begins. I had been traveling on the Continent, and came to Heidelberg to
pay my duty to the castle, and recruit in quiet after a spell of rather
laborious idleness at Homburg and Baden. At first sight I made up my
mind that the place would bore me, and I came down to dinner at the
hotel, looking forward only to a bad dinner and an early bed. The room
was so full that I could not get a table to myself, and, seeing one
occupied only by a couple of gentlemanly looking men, I made for it, and
took the third seat, facing one of the strangers, a short, fair young
man, with a little flaxen mustache and a soldierlike air, and having the
other, who was older, dark, and clean-shaved, on my left. The fourth
seat was empty.
The two gentlemen returned my bow with well-bred negligence, and I
started on my soup. As I finished it, I looked up and saw my companions
interchanging glances. Catching my eye, they both looked away in an
absent fashion, each the while taking out of his pocket a red silk
handkerchief and laying it on the table by him. I turned away for a
moment, then suddenly looked again and found their eyes on me, and
I fancied that the next moment the eyes wandered from me to the
handkerchiefs. I happened to be carrying a red handkerchief myself,
and, thinking either that something was in the wind or perhaps that my
friends were having a joke at my expense (though, as I said, they looked
well-bred men), I took it out of my pocket and, laying it on the table,
gazed calmly in front of me, my eyes naturally falling on the fair young
man.
He nodded significantly to the older man, and held out his hand to me. I
shook hands with him, and went through the same ceremony with the other.
"Ah!" said the young man, speaking in French, "you got her letter?"
I nodded.
"And you are willing?"
The first maxim for a would-be adventurer is always to say "yes" to
questions. A "no," is fatal to further progress.
"Yes," I answered.
"It will be made worth your while, of course," he went on.
I thought I ought to resent this suggestion.
"Sir," I said, "you cannot possibly mean to suggest----"
The young man laughed pleasantly.
"My dear fellow," he said, "ladies have their own ways of paying debts.
If you don't like it----" and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh," said I, smiling, "I misunderstood you."
"It is, of course," said the older man, speaking for the first time, and
in a loud whisper, "of vital importance that His Royal Highness' name
should not appear."
This really began to be mysterious and interesting. I nodded.
"That goes without saying," said the young man. "And you'll be ready?"
"Ready!" I said. "But when?"
"Didn't I tell you? Oh, six o'clock to-morrow morning."
"That's early hours."
"Well, you must, you know," he answered.
"And," added the older man, "the countess hopes you'll come to breakfast
afterward at ten."
"I'll be there, never fear," said I, "and it's very kind."
"Bravo!" said the young man, clapping me on the shoulder (for we had
risen from table). "You take it the right way."
As may be supposed, I was rather puzzled by this time, and decidedly
vexed to find I should have to be up so early. Still, the mention of His
Royal Highness and the countess decided me to go on for the present;
probably the real man--for, unless it were all a mad joke, there must be
a real man--would appear in the course of the evening. I only hoped my
new friends would, in their turn, take it in the right way when that
happened.
"Have you a servant with you?" asked the young man, as we said
good-night.
"No," said I; "I am quite alone."
"You are a paragon of prudence," he answered, smiling. "Well, I'll call
you, and we'll slip out quietly."
Just as I was getting into bed, the waiter knocked at my door and gave
me a note. It bore no address.
"Is it for me?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," he answered. "You are the gentleman who dined with Herr
Vooght and M. Dumergue?"
I supposed I was, and opened the note.
"You are generous and forgiving, indeed," it said (and said it in
English). "What reward will you claim? But do be careful. He is
dangerous.--M."
"The devil!" I exclaimed.
The next morning I was aroused at five o'clock by my two friends.
"Good-morning, Herr Vooght," said I, looking just between them.
"Good-morning," answered the older man.
"Now, my dear fellow, come along. There's a cup of coffee downstairs,"
said the other, whom I took to be Dumergue.
After coffee, we got into a close carriage with a pair of horses, and
drove two or three miles into the country; my companions said little.
Dumergue twice asked in a joking way how I felt, and Vooght puzzled me
very much by remarking:
"They are bringing all the necessaries; but I don't know what they will
choose."
When this was said, Dumergue was humming a tune. He went on for five
minutes, and then said, with a touch of scorn:
"My good Vooght, they know our friend's reputation. They will choose
pistols."
I could not repress a start. No doubt it was stupid of me not to have
caught the meaning of this early expedition before, but it really never
struck me that our business might be a duel. However, so it seemed,
and apparently I was one of the principals. Dumergue noticed my little
start.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Do they know my name?" said I.
"My dear friend, could you expect the baron to fight with an unknown
man? The challenge had to be in your name."
I had clearly been the challenger. I was consumed with curiosity to
know what the grievance was, and how the countess was concerned in the
matter.
"The countess assured us," said Vooght, "that she had your authority."
"As fully as if I had been there," I answered, and Dumergue resumed his
tune.
I was sincerely glad that the name of my original had been given, for
his reputation for swordsmanship had evidently saved me from a hole
in my skin. I was a fair hand with a pistol; but, like most of my
countrymen, a mere bungler with the rapier. It was very annoying,
though, that my friends' exaggerated prudence prevented them mentioning
my name: it would have been more convenient to know who I was.
I had not long for reflection, for we soon drew up by a roadside inn,
and, getting out of the carriage, walked through the house, where we
were apparently expected, into a field behind. There were three men
walking up and down, and two of them at once advanced to meet Vooght
and Dumergue. I remained where I was, merely raising my hat, and the
third man--a big, burly fellow, with a heavy black mustache--followed my
example.
This one, no doubt, was the baron. To be frank, he looked a brute,
and I had very little hesitation in assuming that the merits of the
quarrel must be on my side. I was comforted by this conclusion, as I
had no desire to shoot an unoffending person. Preliminaries were soon
concluded. I overheard one of the baron's representatives mention the
word apology, and add that they would meet us halfway, but Dumergue
shook his head decisively. This defiant attitude became Dumergue very
well; but I, for my part, should have been open to reason.
The baron and I were placed opposite one another at twelve paces. There
were to be two shots--unless, of course, one of us were disabled at the
first fire; after that, the seconds were to consider whether the matter
need go further.
The word was just about to be given, when to my surprise the baron
cried:
"Stop!"
Everyone looked at him in astonishment.
"Before we fire," he went on, "I wish to ask this gentleman one
question. No--I will not be stopped!"
His seconds, who had advanced, fell back before his resolute gesture,
and he continued, addressing me:
"Sir, will you do me the honor to answer one question? Are you the
person who accompanied----"
Vooght struck in quickly:
"No names, please!"
The baron bowed, and began again.
"On your honor, sir, are you the gentleman who accompanied the lady in
question to the masked ball on the night in question?"
These gentlemen were all diplomatic. I thought I would be diplomatic
too.
"Surely this is grossly irregular?" I said, appealing to my supporters.
"I ask for an answer," said the baron.
"It's nothing but a new insult," said I.
"I have my reasons, and those gentlemen know them."
This was intolerable.
"You mean to fight, or you don't, M. le Baron," said I. "Which is it?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Your master is well served," he said with a sneer.
His seconds looked bewildered: Vooght bit his nails, and Dumergue swore
furiously, and, coming near me, whispered in my ear:
"Shoot straight! Stop his cursed mouth for him!"
I had not the least intention of killing the baron, if I could avoid it
without being killed myself; but I thought a slight lesson would improve
his manners, and, when the word came, I fired with a careful aim. He
evidently meant mischief, for I heard his ball whiz past my ear; I
missed him clean, being much out of practice, and, I dare say, rather
nervous. I pulled myself together for the second shot, for I saw that
my opponent was not to be trifled with, and I should not have been the
least surprised to find myself in paradise the next moment. On the word
I fired; the baron fell back with a cry, and simultaneously I felt a
tingle in my left hand, and the unmistakable warm ooze of blood. The
witnesses ran to my opponent, and raised his head. Dumergue turned round
to me:
"Are you hurt?"
"A scratch," I answered, for I found the ball had run up my arm, merely
grazing me in its passage.
A hurried consultation followed; then Vooght and Dumergue raised their
hats and joined me.
"We had best be off," said Vooght.
"Is he dead?" I asked.
"No," said Dumergue, with a little disappointment, I thought. "He'll get
over it; but he's safe for a week or two. Not a bad shot, colonel!"
So I was a colonel!
"Now," said Vooght, "we'll drive back, and send you to the countess."
I had made up my mind to get away from the place as soon as I could,
but my curiosity to see the _causa belli_ was too strong, and I said I
should be delighted to keep my engagement.
Dumergue smiled significantly, and Vooght hurried us into the carriage.
We drove back to the town, and then two or three miles into the country
again, till we came to a pretty villa, embowered in trees, and standing
some two hundred yards back from the road. There was no drive up to the
house, a turf walk forming the passage from the highway. Vooght motioned
me to get down.
"Don't you accompany me?" I asked.
Dumergue smiled again.
"Oh, no!" he said. "Come for us at the hotel, and we'll all be off by
the two o'clock train."
"Unless you are detained," added Vooght.
"I shouldn't be detained, if I were you," said Dumergue dryly. "Who
knows? The baron may die!"
I was quite determined not to be detained, and said so. I was also quite
determined not to keep the rendezvous at the hotel, but to slip away
quietly by myself. The colonel might arrive at any moment.
I watched my friends drive off, and then walked briskly up to the house.
A man in livery met me before I had time to ring.
"Are you the gentleman?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Will you be so kind, sir, as to walk straight in? That door, sir. The
countess expects you."
I had my doubts about that, but I walked in, shutting the door swiftly
behind me, lest the servant should hear anything. I thought an explosion
not improbable.
The room was dim, close curtains shutting out the growing strength
of the sunshine. The air was thick with the scent of flowers that
overpowered without quite smothering the appetizing smell rising from a
table profusely spread for breakfast. I had entered softly, and had time
to take note of the surroundings before I became aware of a tall, slight
figure in white, first moving impetuously toward me, then stopping
abruptly in surprise. Presumably, this was the countess. Charming as she
was, with her open blue eyes, fluffy golden hair, and fresh tints, I
wondered from what noble house she sprang. However, the fountains of
honor are many, and their streams meander sometimes through very winding
channels.
The countess stood and looked at me. I bowed and smiled.
"You are naturally surprised," I said, in my smoothest tone.
"I was expecting--another gentleman."
"Yes, I know. I come in his place."
"In his place?" she repeated, in incredulous tones.
"Yes; in the colonel's place."
"Hush!" she exclaimed. "We needn't mention names."
It suited me perfectly not to mention names.
"I beg pardon," I murmured.
"But how is it possible?" she asked. "Do you know what he was to come
for?"
"Oh, yes!"
"And he hasn't come?"
"No."
She frowned.
"Wouldn't he come?"
"He couldn't. So I came."
"But how did you know anything about it? Did he tell you about the
pr--about the affair?"
"No. I only heard----"
"From him?"
"Yes--that you wanted a champion."
"Oh, that's absurd! Why, you never heard of me!"
"Ah, indeed I have!"
"And--did you recognize me under my new name?"
"Your----"
"My--my title. You know."
"The--he told me that. Must I confess? I jumped at the chance of serving
you."
"You had never seen me!"
"Perhaps I had seen your photograph."
She smiled at this, but still looked perturbed.
"Pray don't be distressed," said I. "I am very discreet."
"Oh, I hope so! The prince [she spoke in a whisper] was so urgent about
discretion. You haven't seen him?"
"The prince? No."
"And--when is it to be?"
"I don't quite understand." This was my first truthful remark.
"Why, the duel!"
"Oh, it's all over!"
"Over!"
"Yes--two hours ago."
"And the baron? No, forgive me. You! Are you hurt?"
"Not a bit. He's hurt."
"Is he dead?" she asked breathlessly.
"I am sorry, countess. Not quite. Was that necessary?"
"Oh, no! Though he deserved it. He insulted me shamefully."
"Then he did deserve it."
She went off at a tangent.
"What became of my letter?"
"They gave it to me. You only said for the gentleman who dined with your
friends."
"Then you read it?" she asked, blushing.
"Yes. How I wish I were the rightful owner of it!"
"Why didn't he come?" she asked again.
"He's going to write and explain."
"And you really came because----"
"May I tell you already? Or have you guessed already?"
She blushed again.
"I don't see what else the prince could do, you know," she said. "He
ought, of course, never to have gone to the ball at all."
"Perhaps not," I answered; "but I suppose he was tempted."
"Do you think very badly of me?"
"I should think you perfection if----"
"Well?"
"You would give me some breakfast."
"Oh, what a shame! You're starving! And after all you have done! Come,
I'll wait on you."
My meal was very pleasant. The lady was charming; she satisfied every
feeling I had, except curiosity. She was clearly English; equally
clearly she was involved with some great people on the Continent. I
gathered that the baron had insulted her, when she was with the prince,
and the latter could not, whether for state or domestic reasons, espouse
the quarrel. So far I got, but no farther.
"What a debt I owe you!" she said, as she led the way after breakfast to
the top of a little tower. An awning was spread overhead, and armchairs
on the floor. A cool breeze blew, and stirred her hair.
"I am more than paid!"
"Fancy, if you had been hurt!"
"Better I than the colonel!" I suggested.
She darted a smile at me.
"Oh, well," she said, "you came, and he didn't. I like you best."
It was all very charming, but time was flying, and I began to plan a
graceful exit.
"You make it hard to go," I said.
"Yes, I suppose we must go as soon as possible. Herr Vooght said at two
o'clock."
I was startled. Delightful as she was, I hardly reckoned on her being
one of the party.
"The prince will be so pleased to see you," she went on.
"Will he?"
"Why, you will have my recommendation!"
"I'm sure it must be all-powerful!"
"But we have two hours before we need start. You must want to rest."
"What a charming tower this is!"
"Yes; such a view. Look, we can see for miles. Only I hate that stretch
of dusty road."
I looked carelessly toward the road along which we had come.
"Look what a dust!" she said. "It's a carriage! Oh, they'll upset!"
I jumped up. About half a mile off, I saw a carriage and pair driven
furiously toward the villa. My heart beat.
"Who can it be?" she said.
"Don't be frightened," said I. "Possibly the authorities have found out
about the duel."
"Oh!"
"Let me go and see."
"Take care!"
"And in case I have to slip away----"
"I shall go alone. You will join us?"
"Yes. But now, in case----"
"Well?"
"As a reward, may I kiss your hand?"
She gave it me.
"I am glad you came," she said. "Stay, perhaps it's only our friends
coming for us."
"I'll go and see."
I was reluctant to cut short our good-by,--for I feared it must be
final,--but no time was to be lost. With another kiss--and upon
my honor, I can't swear whether it was her hand or her cheek this
time--I rushed downstairs, seized my hat and cane, and dived into the
shrubberies that bordered on the turf walk. Quickly I made my way to
within twenty yards of the road, and stopped, motionless and completely
hidden by the trees. At that moment the carriage, with its smoking
horses, drew up at the gate.
Dumergue got out; Vooght came next; then a tall, powerful man, of
military bearing. No doubt this was the colonel. They seemed in a hurry;
motioning the driver to wait, they walked or almost ran past me up the
path. The moment they were by me and round a little curve, I hastened to
the gate, and burst upon the driver.
"A hundred marks to the station!"
"But, sir, I am engaged."
"Damn you! Two hundred!" I cried.
"Get in," said he, like a sensible man, bundling back the nose-bags he
was just putting on his horses. I leaped in, he jumped on the box, and
off we flew quicker even than they had come. As we went, I glanced up
at the tower. They were there! I saw Vooght and Dumergue lean over for
a moment, and then turn as if to come down. The tall stranger stood
opposite the lady, and seemed to be talking to her.
"Faster!" I cried, and faster and faster we went, till we reached the
station. Flinging the driver his money, I took a ticket for the first
train, and got in, hot and breathless. As we steamed out of the town,
I saw, from my carriage-window, a neat barouche with a woman and three
men in it, driving quickly along the road, which ran by the railway.
It was my party! Youth is vain, and beauty is powerful. I bared my
head, leaned out of the window, and kissed my hand to the countess.
We were not more than thirty yards apart, and, to my joy, I saw her
return my salutation, with a toss of her head and a defiant glance at
her companions. The colonel sat glum and still; Vooght was biting his
nails harder than ever; Dumergue shook his fist at me, but, I thought,
more in jest than in anger. I kissed my hand again as the train and
the carriage whisked by one another, and I was borne on my way out of
their reach.