She was sitting in the very same place she had occupied when first he
saw her this morning, with the cypress tree and the roof making shadows
above and about her; and now, as then, she rose when she heard the latch
click and came toward him with hands outstretched and eyes aglow and
little gusts of colour sweeping in rose waves over throat and cheeks.
"Oh, to think that you have solved it! To think that it is the end! And
to think that it was he--that dear, kind 'uncle' of whom they all were
so fond!" she said. "I could scarcely believe it when Captain Morford
brought the news. It made me quite faint for the moment--it was so
unexpected, so horrible!"
"And after all, there was nothing to fear from that farm labourer who
frightened you so this morning, you see," he smiled, holding her two
hands in his and looking down at her from his greater height. "Yet I
find your crouching back in the shadow as if you were still frightened
to be seen. Are you?"
"A little," she admitted. "You see, the road is a public one. People are
always passing, and--How good it was of you to come all this long
distance out of your way. Indeed, I am very, very grateful, Mr. Cleek."
"Thank you," he said gravely. "But you need not be. Indeed, the
gratitude should be all on my side. I said I would come if ever you
wanted me, and you gave me an opportunity to keep my word. As for it
being out of my way to come here, it is but a little distance to the
Three Desires and a long one to Lady Chepstow's place, so it is you, not
I, that have 'gone out of the way!' It was good of you to give me this
grace--I should have been sorry to go back to town without saying
good-bye."
"But need you go so soon?" she asked. "Lady Chepstow will feel slighted,
I know, if she hears that you have been in the neighbourhood and have
not called. She is a friend, you know, a warm, true friend--always
grateful for what you did, always glad to see you. Why not stop on a day
or two and call and see her?"
A robin flicked down out of the cypress tree and perched on the gate
top, looked up at Cleek with bright, sharp eyes, flung out a wee little
trill, and was off again.
"I'm afraid it is out of the question--I'm afraid I'm not so deeply
interested in Lady Chepstow as, perhaps, I ought to be," said Cleek,
noticing in a dim subconscious way that the robin had flown on to the
church door and perched there, and was in full song now. "Besides, she
does not know of me what you do. Perhaps, if she did.... Oh, well, it
doesn't matter. Thank you for coming to say good-bye, Miss Lorne. It was
kind of you. Now I must emulate Poor Jo, and 'move on' again."
"And without any reward!" said Ailsa with a smile and a sigh. "Without
expecting any; without asking any; without wanting any!"
He stood a moment, twisting his heel round and round in the gravel of
the pathway, and breathing hard, his eyes on the ground, and his lips
indrawn. Then, of a sudden--"Perhaps I did want one. Perhaps I've always
wanted one. And hoped to get it some day perhaps from--you!" he said.
And looked up at her as a man looks but once at one woman ever.
She had come a step nearer; she was standing there with the shadows
behind her and the light on her face, warm colour in her cheeks, and a
smile on her lips and in her eyes. She spoke no word, made no sound;
merely stood there and smiled and, somehow, he seemed to know what the
smile of her meant and what the bird's note said.
"Miss Lorne--Ailsa," he said, very, very gently, "if some day ... when
all the wrongs I did in those other days are righted, and all that a man
can do on this earth to atone for such a past as mine has been done ...
if then, in that time, I come to you and ask for that reward, do you
think, oh, do you think that you can find it in your heart to give it?"
"When that day dawns, come and see," she said, "if you wish to wait so
long!"
EPILOGUE
THE AFFAIR OF THE MAN WHO HAD BEEN CALLED HAMILTON CLEEK
"Note for you, sir--messenger just fetched it. Addressed to 'Captain
Burbage,' so it'll be from The Yard," said Dollops, coming into the room
with a doughnut in one hand and a square envelope in the other.
Cleek, who had been sitting at his writing-table, with a litter of
folded documents, bits of antique jewellery, and what looked like odds
and ends of faded ribbon lying before him, swept the whole collection
into the table drawer as Dollops spoke and stretched forth his hand for
the letter.
It was one of Narkom's characteristic communications, albeit somewhat
shorter than those communications usually were--a fact which told Cleek
at once that the matter was one of immense importance.
"My dear Cleek," it ran. "For the love of goodness don't let anything
tempt you into going out to-night. I shall call about ten. Foreign
government affair--reward simply enormous. Look out for me. Yours, in
hot haste--MAVERICK NARKOM."
"Be on the lookout for the red limousine," said Cleek, glancing over at
Dollops, who stood waiting for orders. "It will be along about ten.
That's all. You may go."
"Right you are, Gov'nor. I'll keep my eyes peeled, sir. Lor'! I do hope
it's summink to do with a restaurant or a cookshop this time. I could do
with a job of that sort--my word, yes! I'm fair famishin'. And, beggin'
pardon, but you don't look none too healthy yourself this evening,
Gov'nor. Ain't et summink wot's disagreed with you, have you, sir?"
"I? What nonsense! I'm as fit as a fiddle. What could make you think
otherwise?"
"Oh, I dunno, sir--only--Well, if you don't mind my sayin' of it, sir,
whenever you gets to unlocking of that draw and lookin' at them things
you keep in there--wotever they is--you always gets a sort of
solemncholy look in the eyes; and you gets white about the gills, and
your lips has a pucker to 'em that I don't like to see."
"Tommy rot! Imagination's a splendid thing for a detective to possess,
Dollops, but don't let yours run away with you in this fashion, my lad,
or you'll never rise above what you are. Toddle along now, and look out
for Mr. Narkom's arrival. It's after nine already, so he'll soon be
here."
"Anybody a-comin' with him, sir?"
"I don't know--he didn't say. Cut along, now; I'm busy!" said Cleek.
Nevertheless, when Dollops had gone and the door was shut and he had the
room to himself again, and, if he really did have any business on hand,
there was no reason in the world why he should not have set about it, he
remained sitting at the table and idly drumming upon it with his finger
tips, a deep ridge between his brows and a far-away expression in his
fixed, unwinking eyes. And so he was still sitting when, something like
twenty minutes later, the sharp "Toot-toot!" of a motor horn sounded.
Narkom's note lay on the table close to his elbow. He took it up,
crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into his waste basket. "A foreign
government affair," he said with a curious one-sided smile. "A strange
coincidence, to be sure!" Then, as if obeying an impulse, he opened the
drawer, looked at the litter of things he had swept into it, shut it up
again and locked it securely, putting the key into his pocket and rising
to his feet. Two minutes later, when Narkom pushed open the door and
entered the room, he found Cleek leaning against the edge of the
mantelpiece and smoking a cigarette with the air of one whose feet trod
always upon rose petals, and who hadn't a thought beyond the affairs of
the moment, nor a care for anything but the flavour of Egyptian tobacco.
"Ah, my dear fellow, you can't think what a relief it was to catch you.
I had but a moment in which to dash off the note, and I was on thorns
with fear that it would miss you; that on a glorious night like this
you'd be off for a pull up the river or something of that sort," said
the superintendent, as he bustled in and shook hands with him. "You are
such a beggar for getting off by yourself and mooning."
"Well, to tell you the truth, Mr. Narkom, I came within an ace of doing
the very thing you speak of," replied Cleek. "It's full moon, for one
thing, and it's primrose time for another. Happily for your desire to
catch me, however, I--er--got interested in the evening paper, and that
delayed me."
"Very glad, dear chap; very glad, indeed," began Narkom. Then, as his
eye fell upon the particular evening paper in question lying on the
writing-table, a little crumpled from use, but with a certain
"displayed-headed" article of three columns length in full view, he
turned round and stared at Cleek with an air of awe and mystification.
"My dear fellow, you must be under the guardianship of some uncanny
familiar. You surely must, Cleek!" he went on. "Do you mean to tell me
that is what kept you at home? That you have been reading about the
preparations for the forthcoming coronation of King Ulric of
Mauravania?"
"Yes; why not? I am sure it makes interesting reading, Mr. Narkom. The
kingdom of Mauravania has had sufficient ups and downs to inspire a
novelist, so its records should certainly interest a mere reader. To be
frank, I found the account of the amazing preparations for the
coronation of his new Majesty distinctly entertaining. They are an
excitable and spectacular people, those Mauravanians, and this time they
seem bent upon outdoing themselves."
"But, my dear Cleek, that you should have chosen to stop at home and
read about that particular affair! Bless my soul man, it's--it's
amazing, abnormal, uncanny! Positively uncanny, Cleek!"
"My dear Narkom, I don't see where the uncanny element comes in, I must
confess," replied Cleek with an indulgent smile. "Surely an Englishman
must always feel a certain amount of interest in Mauravian affairs. Have
the goodness to remember that there should be an Englishman upon that
particular throne. Aye, and there would be, too, but for one of those
moments of weak-backed policy, of a desire upon the part of the
'old-woman' element which sometimes prevails in English politics to keep
friendly relations with other powers at any cost. Brush up your history,
Mr. Narkom, and give your memory a fillip. Eight-and-thirty years ago
Queen Karma of Mauravania had an English consort and bore him two
daughters, and one son. You will perhaps recall the mad rebellion, the
idiotic rising which disgraced that reign. That was the time for England
to have spoken. But the peace party had it by the throat; they, with
their mawkish cry for peace--peace at any price!--drowned the voices of
men and heroes, and the end was what it was! Queen Karma was
deposed--she and her children fled, God knows how, God knows where--fled
and left a dead husband and father, slain like a hero and an Englishman,
fighting for his own, and with his face to the foe. Avenge his death?
Nonsense, declared the old women. He had no right to defy the will of
Heaven, no right to stir up strife with a friendly people and expect his
countrymen to embroil themselves because of his lust for power. It would
be a lasting disgrace to the nation if England allowed a lot of howling,
bloodthirsty meddlers to persuade it to interfere.
"The old women had their way. Queen Karma and her children vanished; her
uncle Duke Sforza came to the throne as Alburtus III., and eight months
ago his son, the present King Ulric, succeeded him. The father had been
a bad king, the son a bad crown-prince. Mauravania has paid the price.
Let her put up with it! I don't think in the light of these things, Mr.
Narkom, there is any wonder that an Englishman finds interest in reading
of the affairs of a country over which an Englishman's son might, and
ought to, have ruled. As for me, I have no sympathy, my friend, with
Mauravania or her justly punished people."
"Still, my dear fellow, that should not count when the reward for taking
up this case is so enormous--and I dare say it will not."
"Reward? Case?" repeated Cleek. "What do you mean by that?"
"That I am here to enlist your services in the cause of King Ulric of
Mauravania," replied Narkom, impressively. "Something has happened,
Cleek, which, if not cleared up before the coronation day--now only one
month hence, as you must have read--will certainly result in his
Majesty's public disgrace, and may result in his overthrow and death!
His friend and chief adviser, Count Irma, has come all the way from
Mauravania, and is at this moment downstairs in this house, to put the
case in your hands and to implore you to help and to save his royal
master!"
"His royal master? The son of the man who drove an Englishman's wife and
an Englishman's children into exile--poverty--misery--despair?" said
Cleek, pulling himself up. "I won't take it, Mr. Narkom! If he offers me
millions, I'll lift no hand to help or to save Mauravania's king!"
The response to this came from an unexpected quarter.
"But to save Mauravania's queen, monsieur? Will you do nothing for her?"
said an excited and imploring voice. And as Cleek, startled by the
interruption, switched round and glanced in the direction of the sound,
the half-dosed door swung inward and a figure, muffled to the very eyes,
moved over the threshold into the room. "Have pardon, monsieur--I could
not but overhear," went on the newcomer, turning to Narkom. "I should
scarcely be worthy of his Majesty's confidence and favour had I remained
inactive. I simply had to come up unbidden. _Had_ to, monsieur"--turning
to Cleek--"and so--" His words dropped off suddenly. A puzzled look
first expanded and then contracted his eyes, and his lips tightened
curiously under the screen of his white, military moustache. "Monsieur,"
he said, presently putting into words the sense of baffling familiarity
which perplexed him. "Monsieur, you then are the great, the astonishing
Cleek? You, monsieur? Pardon, but surely I have had the pleasure of
meeting monsieur before? No, not here, for I have never been in England
until to-day; but in my own country--in Mauravania. Surely, monsieur, I
have seen you there?"
"On the contrary," said Cleek, speaking the simple truth. "I have never
set foot in Mauravania in all my life, sir. And as you have overheard my
words you may see that I do not intend to even now. The difficulties of
Mauravania's king do not in the least appeal to me."
"Ah, but Mauravania's queen, monsieur--Mauravania's queen."
"The lady interests me no more than does her royal spouse."
"But, monsieur, she must--she really must--if you are honest in what you
say, and your sympathies are all with the deposed and exiled ones--the
ex-queen Karma and her children. Surely, monsieur, you who seem to know
so well the history of that sad time cannot be ignorant of what has
happened since to her ex-Majesty and her children?"
"I know only that Queen Karma died in France, in extreme poverty,
befriended to the last by people of the very humblest birth and of not
too much respectability. What became of her son I do not know; but her
daughters, the two princesses, mere infants at the time, were sent, one
to England, where she subsequently died, and the other to Persia, where,
I believe, she remained up to her ninth year, and then went no one seems
to know where."
"Then, monsieur, let me tell you what became of her. The late King
Alburtus discovered her whereabouts, and, to prevent any possible
trouble in the future, imprisoned her in the Fort of Sulberga up to the
year before his death. Eleven months ago she became the Crown Prince
Ulric's wife. She is now his consort. And by saving her, monsieur, you
who feel so warmly upon the subject of the rights of her family's
succession, will be saving her, helping Mauravania's queen, and
defeating those who are her enemies."
Cleek sucked in his breath and regarded the man silently, steadily, for
a long time. Then:
"Is that true, Count?" he asked. "On your word of honour as a soldier
and a gentleman, is that true?"
"As true as Holy Writ, monsieur. On my word of honour. On my hopes of
heaven!"
"Very well, then," said Cleek quietly. "Tell me the case, Count. I'll
take it."
"Monsieur, my eternal gratitude. Also the reward is--"
"We will talk about that afterward. Sit down, please, and tell me what
you want me to do."
"Oh, monsieur, almost the impossible," said the Count despairfully. "The
outwitting of a woman who must in very truth be the devil's own
daughter, so subtle, so appalling are the craft and cunning of her.
That, for one thing. For another, the finding of a paper, which, if
published--as the woman swears it shall be if her terms are not acceded
to--will be the signal for his Majesty's overthrow. And, for the
third"--emotion mastered him; his voice choked up and failed; he
deported himself for a moment like one afraid to let even his own ears
hear the thing spoken of aloud, then governed his cowardice and went
on--"For the third thing, monsieur," he said, lowering his tone until it
was almost a whisper, "the recovery--the restoration to its place of
honour before the coronation day arrives--of that fateful gem,
Mauravania's pride and glory--'the Rainbow Pearl!'"
Cleek clamped his jaws together like a bloodhound snapping and over his
hardening face there came a slow-creeping, unnatural pallor.
"Has that been lost?" he said in a low, bleak voice. "Has he, this
precious royal master of yours, this usurper--has he parted with that
thing--the wondrous Rainbow Pearl?"
"Monsieur knows of the gem, then?"
"Know of it? Who does not? Its fame is world-wide. Wars have been fought
for it, lives sacrificed for it. It is more valuable than England's
Koh-i-noor, and more important to the country and the crown that possess
it. The legend runs, does it not, that Mauravania falls when the Rainbow
Pearl passes into alien hands. An absurd belief, to be sure, but who can
argue with a superstitious people or hammer wisdom into the minds of
babies? And _that_ has been lost--that gem so dear to Mauravania's
people, so important to Mauravania's crown?"
"Yes, monsieur--ah, the good God help my country!--yes!" said the Count
brokenly. "It has passed from his Majesty's hands; it is no longer among
the crown jewels of Mauravania--a Russian has it."
"A Russian?" Cleek's cry was like to nothing so much as the snarl of a
wild animal. "A Russian to hold it--a Russian?--the sworn enemy of
Mauravania--the race most hated of her people! God help your wretched
king, Count Irma, if this were known to his subjects."
"Ah, monsieur, it is that we dread--it is that against which we
struggle," replied the Count. "If that jewel were missing on the
coronation day, if it were known that a Russian holds it--Dear God! the
populace would rise--rise, monsieur, and tear his Majesty to pieces."
"He deserves no better!" said Cleek, through his close-shut teeth. "To a
Russian--a Russian! As heaven hears me, but for his queen--Well, let it
pass. Tell me, how did this Russian get the jewel, and when?"
"Oh, long ago, monsieur--long ago; many months before King Alburtus
died."
"Was it his hand that gave it up?"
"No, monsieur. He died without knowing of its loss, without suspecting
that the stone in the royal parure is but a sham and an imitation,"
replied the count. "It all came of the youth, the recklessness, the
folly of the crown prince. Monsieur may have heard of his--his many wild
escapades--his thoughtless acts, his--his--"
"Call them dissipations, Count, and give them their real name. His acts
as crown prince were a scandal and a disgrace. To whom did he part with
this gem--a woman?"
"Monsieur, yes! It was during the time he was stopping in
Paris--incognito to all but a trusted few. He--he met the woman there,
became fascinated with her--bound to her--an abject slave to her."
"A slave to a Russian? Mauravania's heir and--a Russian?"
"Monsieur, he did not know that until afterward. In a mad freak--there
was to be a masked ball--he yielded to the lady's persuasions to let her
wear the famous Rainbow Pearl for that one night. He journeyed back to
Mauravania and abstracted it from among the royal jewels--putting a mere
imitation in its place so that it should not be missed until he could
return the original. Monsieur, he was never able to return it at any
time, for, once she had got it, the Russian made away with it in some
secret manner and refused to give it up. Her price for returning it was
his royal father's consent to ennoble her, to receive her at the
Mauravanian Court, and so to alter the constitution that it would be
possible for her to become the crown prince's wife."
"The proposition of an idiot. The thing could not possibly be done."
"No, monsieur, it could not. So the crown prince broke from her and bent
all his energies upon the recovery of the pearl and the keeping of its
loss a secret from the king and his people. Bravos, footpads,
burglars--all manner of men--were employed before he left Paris. The
woman's house was broken into, the woman herself waylaid and searched,
but nothing came of it--no clue to the lost jewel could be found."
"Why then did he not appeal to the police?"
"Monsieur, he--he dared not. In one of his moments of madness
he--she--that is--Oh, monsieur, remember his youth! It appears that the
woman had got him to put into writing something which, if made public,
would cause the people of Mauravania to rise as one man and to do with
him as wolves do with things that are thrown to them in their fury."
"The dog! Some treaty with a Russian, of course!" said Cleek
indignantly. "Oh, fickle Mauravania, how well you are punished for your
treasonable choice! Well, go on, Count. What next?"
"Of a sudden, monsieur, the woman disappeared. Nothing was heard of her,
no clue to her whereabouts discovered for two whole years. She was as
one dead and gone until last week."
"Oho! She returned, then?"
"Yes, monsieur. Without hint or warning she turned up in Mauravania,
accompanied by a disreputable one-eyed man who has the manner and
appearance of one bred in the gutters of Paris, albeit he is well
clothed, well-looked after, and she treats him and his wretched
collection of parakeets with the utmost consideration."
"Parakeets?" put in Narkom excitedly. "My dear Cleek, couldn't a
parakeet be made to swallow a pearl?"
"Perhaps; but not this one, Mr. Narkom," he made reply. "It is quite the
size of a pigeon's egg, I believe; is it not, Count?"
"Yes, monsieur, quite. To see it is to remember it always. It has the
changing lights of the rainbow, and--"
"Never mind that; go on with the story, please. This woman and this
one-eyed man appeared last week in Mauravania, you say?"
"Yes, monsieur; and with them a bodyguard of at least ten servants. Her
demand now is that his Majesty make her his morganatic wife; that he
establish her at the palace under the same roof with his queen; and that
she be allowed to ride with them in the state carriage on the coronation
day. Failing that, she swears that she will not only publish the
contents of that dreadful letter, but send the original to the chief of
the Mauravanian police and appear in public with the Rainbow Pearl upon
her person."
"The Jezebel! What steps have you taken, Count, to prevent this?"
"All that I can imagine, monsieur. To prevent her from getting into
close touch with the public, I have thrown open my own house to her, and
received her and her retinue under my own roof rather than allow them to
be quartered at an hotel. Also, this has given me the opportunity to
have her effects and those of her followers secretly searched; but no
clue to the letter, no clue to the pearl has anywhere been discovered."
"Still she must have both with her, otherwise she could not carry out
her threat. No doubt she suspects what motive you had in taking her into
your own house, Count--a woman like that is no fool. But tell me, does
she show no anxiety, no fear of a search?"
"None, monsieur. She knows that my people search her effects; indeed,
she has told me so. But it alarms her not a whit. As she told me two
days ago, I shall find nothing; but if I did it would be useless, for,
on the moment anything of hers was touched, her servants would see that
the finder never carried it from the house."
"Oho!" said Cleek, with a strong rising inflection. "A little searching
party of her own, eh? The lady is clever, at all events. The moment
either pearl or letter should be removed from its hiding-place her
servants would allow nobody to leave the house without being searched to
the very skin?"
"Yes, monsieur. So if by any chance you were to discover either--"
"My friend, set your mind at rest," interposed Cleek. "If I find either,
or both, they will leave the house with me, I promise you. Mr. Narkom--"
he turned to the superintendent--"keep an eye on Dollops for me, will
you? There are reasons why I can't take him--can't take anybody--with me
in the working out of this case. I may be a couple of days or I may be a
week--I can't say as yet; but I start with Count Irma for Mauravania in
the morning. And, Mr. Narkom!"
"Yes, old chap?"
"Do me a favour, please. Be at Charing Cross station when the first
boat-train leaves to-morrow morning, will you, and bring me a small pot
of extract of beef--a very small pot, the smallest they make--not bigger
than a shilling nor thicker than one if they make them that size. What's
that? Hide the pearl in it? What nonsense! I don't want one half big
enough for that. Besides, they'd be sure to find it when they searched
me if I tried any such fool's trick as that. Dollops isn't the only
creature in the world that gets hungry, my friend, and beef extract is
very sustaining, very, I assure you, sir."
II
"A beautiful city, Count--an exceedingly beautiful city," said Cleek, as
the carriage which had been sent to meet them at the station rolled into
the broad Avenue des Arcs, which is at once the widest and most ornate
thoroughfare the capital city of Mauravania boasts. "Ah, what a
heritage! No wonder King Ulric is so anxious to retain his sovereignty;
no wonder this--er--Madame Tcharnovetski, I think you said the name
is--"
"Yes, monsieur. It is oddly spelled, but it is pronounced a little
broader than you give it--quite as though it were written
Shar-no-vet-skee, in fact, with the accent on the third syllable."
"Ah, yes. Thanks very much. No wonder she is anxious to become a power
here. Mauravania is a fairyland in very truth; and this beautiful avenue
with its arches, its splendid trees, its sculpture, its--Ah! _cocher_,
pull up at once. Stop, if you please, stop!"
"Oui, monsieur," replied the driver, reining in his horses and glancing
round. "_Dix mille pardons, M'sieur_, there is something amiss?"
"Yes; very much amiss--from the dog's point of view," replied Cleek,
indicating by a wave of the hand a mongrel puppy which crouched, forlorn
and hungry, in the shadow of an imposing building. "He should be a
Socialist among dogs, that little fellow, Count. The mere accident of
birth has made him what he is, and that poodled monstrosity the lady
yonder is leading the pet and pride of a thoughtless mistress. I want
that little canine outcast, Count, and with your permission I will
appropriate him, and give him his first carriage ride." With that, he
stepped down from the vehicle, whistled the cur to him, and taking it up
in his arms, returned with it to his seat.
"Monsieur, you are to me the most astonishing of men," said the Count,
noticing how he patted the puppy and settled it in his lap as the
carriage resumed its even rolling down the broad, beautiful avenue. "One
moment upholding the rights of birth, the next rebelling against the
injustice of it. Are your sympathies with the unfortunate so keen,
monsieur, that even this stray cur may claim them?"
"Perhaps," replied Cleek enigmatically. "You must wait and see, Count.
Just now I pity him for his forlornity; to-morrow--next day--a week
hence--I may hold it a better course to put an end to his hopeless lot
by chloroforming him into a painless and peaceful death."
"Monsieur, I cannot follow you--you speak in riddles."
"I deal in riddles, Count; you must wait for the solution of them, I'm
afraid."
"I wish I could grasp the solution of one which puzzles me a great deal,
monsieur. What is it that has happened to your countenance? You have
done nothing to put on a disguise; yet, since we left the train and
entered the landau, some subtle change has occurred. What is it? How has
it come about? The night before last, when I saw you for the first time,
your face was one that impressed me with a sense of familiarity--now,
monsieur, you are like a different man."
"I am a different man, Count. Like puppy, here, I am a waif and a stray;
yet, at the same time, I have my purpose and am part of a carefully-laid
scheme."
The Count made no reply. He could not comprehend the man at all, and at
times--but for the world-wide reputation of him--he would have believed
him insane. Not a question as to the great and important case he was on,
but merely incomprehensible remarks, trifling fancies, apparently
aimless whims! Two nights ago a pot of beef extract; to-day a mongrel
puppy; and all the time the hopes of a kingdom, the future of a monarch
resting in his hands!
For twenty minutes longer the landau rolled on; then it came to a halt
under the broad _porte cochère_ of the Villa Irma, and two minutes after
that Cleek and the Count stood in the presence of Madame Tcharnovetski,
her purblind associate, and her retinue of servant-guards.
A handsome woman, this madame, a woman of about two-and-thirty, with the
tar-black eyes and the twilight coloured tresses of Northern Russia;
bold as brass, flippant as a French cocotte, steel-nerved and
calm-blooded as a professional gambler. It had been her whim that all
the women of the Count's family should be banished from the house during
her stay; that the great salon of the villa--a wondrous apartment, hung
in blue and silver, and lit by a huge crystal chandelier--should be put
at her disposal night and day; that the electric lights should be
replaced with dozens of wax candles (after the manner of the ballrooms
of her native Russia), and that her one-eyed companion, with his wicker
cage of screeching parakeets, should come and go when and where and how
he listed, and that an electric alarm bell be connected with her
sleeping apartment and his.
"Your hirelings will tamper with his birds and his effects in the
night--I know that, Monsieur le Comte," she had said when she demanded
this. "He is a nervous fellow, this poor Clopin; I wish him to be able
to ring for help if you and your men go too far."
Clopin was sitting by the window chattering to his birds when Cleek
entered, and a glance at him was sufficient to decide two points: first,
he was not disguised, nor was his partial blindness in any way a sham,
for an idiot could have seen that the droop of the left eyelid over the
staring, palpably artificial eye which glazed over the empty socket
beneath was due to perfectly natural causes; and, second, that the man
was indeed what the Count had said he resembled, namely, a gutter-bred
outcast.
"French!" was Cleek's silent comment upon him. "One of those charlatans
who infest the streets of Paris with their so-called 'fortune-telling
birds,' who, for ten centimes, pick out an envelope with their beaks as
a means of telling you what the future is supposed to hold. What has
made a woman like this pick up a fellow of his stamp? Hum-m-m! Puppy, I
think you are a good move," stroking the ears of the mongrel dog; "a
very much better move than a cage of useless parakeets that are meant to
throw suspicion in the wrong direction and have a seed-cup so large and
so obviously overfilled that it is safe to say there is nothing hidden
in it and never has been! And madame has a fancy for waxlights," his
gaze travelling upward to the glittering chandelier. "Hum-m-m! How well
they know, these women whose beauty is going off, that waxlights show
less of Time's ravages than gas or electricity. Candles in the
chandelier; candles in the sconces, candles on the mantelpieces. This
room should be very charming when it is lighted at night."
It was--as he learned later. Just now things not quite so charming
filled the bill, for madame was jeering at him in a manner not to be
understood.
"A police spy--that is what you are, monsieur!" she said, coming up to
him and impudently snapping her fingers under his nose. "Such a fool,
this white-headed old dotard of a Count, to think that he can take me in
with a silly yarn about going to visit a nephew and bringing him back
here to stay. Monsieur, you are a police spy. Well, good luck to you.
Get what the Mauravanian king wants, if--you--can!"
"Madame," replied Cleek, with a deeply deferential bow and with an
accent that seemed born of Paris, "madame, that is what I mean to do, I
assure you."
"Ah, do you?" she answered, with a scream of laughter. "You hear that,
Clopin? You hear that, my good servitors? This silly French noodle is
going to get the things in spite of us. Oho, but you have a fine opinion
of yourself, monsieur. You need work fast, too, pretty boaster, I can
tell you. For the royal jewellers will require the Rainbow Pearl very
soon to fix it in its place in the crown for the coronation ceremony,
and if that thing his Majesty holds is offered to them, how long, think
you, will it be before all Mauravania knows that it is an imitation?
Look you," waxing suddenly vicious, "I'll make it shorter still, the
time you have to strive. Monsieur le Comte, take this message to his
Majesty from me: If in three days he does not promise to accede to my
demands and give me a public proof of it over his royal seal, I leave
Mauravania--the pearl and letter leave with me, and they shall not come
back until I return with them for the coronation."
"For the love of God, madame," said the Count, "don't make it harder
still. Oh, wait, wait, I beseech you!"
"Not an hour longer than I have now said!" she flung back at him. "I
have waited until I am tired of it, and my patience is worn out. Three
days, Count; three days, monsieur with the puppy dog; three days, and
not an instant longer, do you hear?"
"Quite enough, madame," replied Cleek, with a courtly bow, "I promise to
have them in two!"
She threw back her head and fairly shook with laughter.
"Of a truth, monsieur, you are a candid boaster!" she cried. "Look you,
my good fellows, and you too, my poor dumb Clopin, pretty monsieur here
will have the letter and the pearl in two days' time. Look to it that he
never leaves this house at any minute from this time forth that you do
not search him from top to toe. If he resists--ah, well, a pistol may go
off accidentally, and things that Mauravania's king would give his life
to keep hidden will come to light if any charge of murder is preferred.
Monsieur the police spy, I wish you joy of your task."
"Madame, I shall take joy in it," Cleek replied. "But why should we talk
of unpleasant things when the future looks so bright? Come, may we not
give ourselves a pleasant evening? Look, there is a piano, and--Count,
hold my puppy for me, and please see that no one feeds him at any time.
I am starving him so that he may devour some of Clopin's parakeets,
because I hate the sight of the little beasts. Thank you. Madame, do you
like music? Listen, then: I'll sing you Mauravania's national anthem:
'God guard the throne; God shield the right!'" and, dropping down upon
the seat before the open instrument, he did so.
* * * * *
That night was ever memorable at the Villa Irma, for the detective
seemed somehow to have given place to the courtier, and so merry was his
mood, so infectious his good nature, that even madame came under the
spell of it. She sang with him, she even danced a Russian polka with
him; she sat with him at dinner, and flirted with him in the salon
afterward; and when the time came for her to retire, it was he who took
her bedroom candle from the shelf and put it into her hand.
"Of a truth, you are a charming fellow, monsieur," she said, when he
bent and kissed her hand. "What a pity you should be a police spy and
upon so hopeless a case."
"Hopeless cases are my delight, madame. Believe me, I shall not fail."
"Only three days, remember, _cher ami_--only three days!"
"Madame is too kind. I have said it: two will do. On the morning of the
third madame's passport will be ready and the Rainbow Pearl be in the
royal jeweller's hands. A thousand pleasant dreams--_bon soir_!" And
bowed her out and kissed his hand to her as she went up the stairs to
bed.
III
Thrice during the next twenty-four hours Cleek, who seemed to have
become so attached to the mongrel dog that he kept it under his arm
continually, had reason to leave the house, and thrice was he seized by
madame's henchmen, bundled unceremoniously into a convenient room, and
searched to the very skin before he was suffered to pass beyond the
threshold. And if so much as a pin had been hidden upon his person, it
must have been discovered.
"You see, monsieur, how hopeless it is!" said the Count despairfully.
"One dare not rebel: one dare not lift a finger, or the woman speaks and
his Majesty's ruin falls. Oh, the madness of that boast of yours! Only
another twenty-four hours--only another day--and then God help his
Majesty!"
"God has helped him a great deal better than he deserves, Count,"
replied Cleek. "By to-morrow night at ten o'clock be in the square of
the Aquisola, please. Bring with you the passports of madame and her
companions, also a detachment of the Royal Guard, and his Majesty's
cheque for the reward I am to receive."
"Monsieur! You really hope to get the things? You really do?"
"Oh, I do more than 'hope,' Count--I have succeeded. I knew last night
where both pearl and letter were. To-morrow night--ah, well, let
to-morrow tell its own tale. Only be in the square at the hour I
mention, and when I lift a lighted candle and pass it across the salon
window, send the guard here with the passports. Let them remain
outside--within sight, but not within range of hearing what is said and
done. You are alone to enter--remember that."
"To receive the jewel and the letter?" eagerly. "Or, at least, to have
you point out the hiding-place of them?"
"No; we should be shot down like dogs if I undertook a mad thing like
that."
"Then, monsieur, how are we to seize them? How get them into our
possession, his Majesty and I?"
"From my hand, Count; this hand which held them both before I went to
bed last night."
"Monsieur!" The Count fell back from him as if from some supernatural
presence. "You found them? You held them? You took possession of them
last night? How did you get them out of the house?"
"I have not done so yet."
"But can you? Oh, monsieur, wizard though you are, can you get them past
her guards? Can you, monsieur--can you?"
"Watch for the light at the window, Count. It will not be waved unless
it is safe for you to come and the pearl is already out of the house."
"And the letter, monsieur--the damning letter?"
Cleek smiled one of his strange, inscrutable smiles.
"Ask me that to-morrow, Count," he said. "You shall hear something, you
and madame, that will surprise you both," then twisted round on his heel
and walked hurriedly away.
And all that day and all that night he danced attendance upon madame,
and sang to her, and handed her bedroom candle to her as he had done the
night before, and gave back jest for jest and returned her merry
badinage in kind.
Nor did he change in that when the fateful to-morrow came. From morning
to night he was at her side, at her beck and call, doing nothing that
was different from the doings of yesterday, save that at evening he
locked the mongrel dog up in his room instead of carrying him about. And
the dog, feeling its loneliness, or, possibly, famishing--for he had
given it not a morsel of food since he found it--howled and howled until
the din became unbearable.
"Monsieur, I wish you would silence that beast or else feed it," said
madame pettishly. "The howling of the wretched thing gets on my nerves.
Give it some food for pity's sake."
"Not I," said Cleek. "Do you remember what I said, madame? I am getting
it hungry enough to eat one--or perhaps all--of Clopin's wretched little
parakeets."
"You think they have to do with the hiding of the paper or the pearl,
cher ami? Eh?"
"I am sure of it. He would not carry the beastly little things about for
nothing."
"Ah, you are clever--you are very, very clever, monsieur," she made
answer, with a laugh. "But he must begin his bird-eating quickly, that
nuisance-dog, or it will be too late. See, it is already half-past nine;
I retire to my bed in another hour and a half, as always, and then your
last hope he is gone--z-zic! like that; for it will be the end of the
second day, monsieur, and your promise not yet kept. Pestilence,
monsieur," with a little outburst of temper, "do stop the little beast
his howl. It is unbearable! I would you to sing to me like last night,
but the noise of the dog is maddening."
"Oh, if it annoys you like that, madame," said Cleek, "I'll take him
round to the stable and tie him up there, so we may have the song
undisturbed. Your men will not want to search me of course, when I am
merely popping out and popping in again like that, I am sure?"
Nevertheless they did, for although they had heard and did not stir when
he left the room and ran up for the dog, when he came down with it under
his arm and made to leave the house, he was pounced upon, dragged into
an adjoining apartment by half a dozen burly fellows, stripped to the
buff, and searched, as the workers in a diamond mine are searched,
before they suffered him to leave the house. There was neither a sign of
a pearl nor a scrap of a letter to be found upon him--they made sure of
that before they let him go.
"An enterprising lot, those lackeys of yours, madame," he said, when he
returned from tying the dog up in the stable and rejoined her in the
salon. "It will be an added pleasure to get the better of them, I can
assure you."
"Oui! if you can!" she answered, with a mocking laugh. "Clopin, cher
ami, your poor little parakeets are safe for the night--unless monsieur
grows desperate and eats them for himself."
"Even that, if it were necessary to get the pearl, madame," said Cleek,
with the utmost sang-froid. "Faugh!" looking at his watch, "a good
twenty minutes wasted by the zealousness of those idiotic searchers of
yours. Ten minutes to ten! Just time for one brief song. Let us make hay
while the sun lasts, madame, for it goes down suddenly in Mauravania;
and for some of us--it never comes up again!" Then, throwing himself
upon the piano-seat, he ran his fingers across the keys and broke into
the stately measures of the national anthem. And, of a sudden, while the
song was yet in progress, the clock in the corridor jingled its musical
chimes and struck the first note of the hour.
He jumped to his feet and lifted both hands above his head.
"Mauravania!" he cried. "Oh, Mauravania! For you! For you!" Then jumped
to the mantelpiece, and catching up a lighted candle, flashed it twice
across the window's width, and broke again into the national hymn.
"Monsieur," cried out madame, "monsieur, what is the meaning of that?
Have you lost your wits? You give a signal! For what? To whom?"
"To the guards of Mauravania's king, madame, in honour of his safe
escape from you!" he made reply; then twitched back the window curtains
until the whole expanse of glass was bared. "Look! do you see them--do
you, madame? His Majesty of Mauravania sends Madame Tcharnovetski a
command to leave his kingdom, since he no longer has cause to fear a
wasp whose sting has been plucked out."
Her swift glance flashed to the fireplace, then to the corner where
Clopin still sat with his jabbering parakeets, then flashed back to
Cleek, and--she laughed in his face.
"I think not, monsieur," she said, with a swaggering air. "Truly, I
think not, my excellent friend."
"What a pity you only think so, madame! As for me--Ah, welcome, Count,
welcome a thousand times. The paper, my friend; you have brought it?
Good! Give it to me. Madame, your passport--yours and your associates'.
You leave Mauravania by the midnight train, and you have but little time
to pack your effects. Your passport, madame, and--your bedroom candle.
Oh, yes, the paper is still round it--see!" slipping off a sheet of note
paper that was wrapped round the full length of the candle from top to
bottom, "but if you will examine it, madame, you will find it is blank.
I burned the real letter the night before last when I put this in its
place."
"You what?" she snapped; then caught the tube-shaped covering he had
stripped from the candle, uncurled it, and--screamed.
"Blank, madame, quite blank, you see," said Cleek serenely. "For one so
clever in other things, you should have been more careful. A little
pinch of powder in the punch at dinner-time--just that--and on the first
night, too! It was so easy afterward to get into your room, remove the
real paper, and wrap the candle in a blank piece while you slept."
"You--you dog!" she snapped out viciously. "You drugged me?"
"Yes, madame; you and the one-eyed man as well! Oh, don't excite
yourself--don't pull at the poor wretch like that. The glass eye will
come out quite easily, but--I assure you there is only a small lump of
beeswax in the socket now. I removed the Rainbow Pearl from poor
Monsieur Clopin's blind eye ten minutes after I burnt the letter,
madame, and--it passed out of this house to-night! A clever idea to pick
up a one-eyed pauper, madame, and hide the pearl in the empty socket of
the lost eye, but--it was too bad, you had to supply a glass eye to keep
it in, after the lid and the socket had withered and shrunk from so many
years of emptiness. It worried the poor man, madame; he was always
feeling it, always afraid that the lump behind would force it out; and,
what is an added misfortune for your plans, the glass shell did not
allow you to see the change when the pearl vanished and the bit of
beeswax took its place. Madame Tcharnovetski, your passport. I know
enough of the King of Mauravania to be sure that your life will not be
safe if you are not past the frontier before daybreak!"
* * * * *
"Monsieur le comte--no! I thank you, but I cannot wait to be presented
to his Majesty, for I, too, leave Mauravania to-night, and, like Madame
yonder, return to other and more promising fields," said Cleek, an hour
later, as he stood on the terrace of the Villa Irma and watched the slow
progress down the moonlit avenue of the carriage which was bearing
Madame Tcharnovetski and her effects to the railway station. "Give me
the cheque, please; I have earned that, and--there is good use for it. I
thank you, Count. Now do an act of charity, my friend: give the little
dog in the stable a good meal, and then have a surgeon chloroform him
into a peaceful and merciful death. They will find the Rainbow Pearl in
his intestines when they come to dissect the body. I starved him,
Count--starved him purposely, poor little wretch, so that he could be
hungry enough to snap at anything in the way of food and bolt it
instantly. To-night, when I went up to take him out to the stable, a
thick smearing of beef extract over the surface of the pearl was
sufficient; he swallowed it in a gulp! For a double reason, Count, there
should be a cur quartered on the royal arms of this country after
to-night."
His voice dropped off into silence. The carriage containing madame had
swung out through the gateway, and its shadow no longer blotted the
broad, unbroken space of moonlit avenue. He turned and looked far out,
over the square of the Aquisola, along the light-lined esplanade, to the
palace gates and the fluttering flag that streamed against the sky above
and beyond them.
"Oh, Mauravania!" he said. "An Englishman's heritage! Dear country, how
beautiful! My love to your Queen--my prayers for you."
"Monsieur!" exclaimed the Count, "monsieur, what juggle is this? Your
face is again the face of that other night--the face that stirs memory
yet does not rivet it. Monsieur, speak, I beg of you. What are you? Who
are you?"
"Cleek," he made answer. "Just Cleek! It will do. Oh, Mauravania, dear
land of desolated hopes, dear grave of murdered joys!"
"Monsieur!"
"Hush! Let me alone. There are things too sacred; and this--" His hands
reached outward as if in benediction; his face, upturned, was as a face
transfigured, and something that shone as silver gleamed in the corner
of his eye. "Mauravania!" he said. "Oh, Mauravania! My country--my
people--good-bye!"
"Monsieur! Dear Heaven--_Majesty!_"
Then came a rustling sound, and when Cleek had mastered himself and
looked down, a figure with head uncovered knelt on one knee at his feet.
"Get up, Count," he said, with a little shaky laugh. "I appreciate the
honour, but--your fancy is playing you a trick. I tell you I never set
foot in Mauravania before, my friend."
"I know--I know. How should you. Majesty, when it was as a child at
Queen Karma's breast Mauravania last saw--Don't leave like this!
Majesty! Majesty! 'God guard the right'--the pearl and the kingdom are
here."
"Wrong, my good friend. The kingdom is there--where you found me--in
England; and so, too, is the pearl. For there is no kingdom like the
kingdom of love, no pearl like a good woman. Good night, Count, and many
thanks for your hospitality. You are a little upset to-night, but no
doubt you will be all right again in the morning. I will walk to the
station and--alone, if it is all the same to you."
"Majesty!"
"Dreams, Count, dreams. The riddle is solved, my friend. Good luck to
your country and--good-bye!"
And, setting his back to the palace and the lights and the fluttering
flag, and his face to the land that held her, turned and went his
way--to the West--to England--and to those things which are higher than
crowns and better than sceptres and more precious than thrones and
ermine.
THE END