NESSA
It was some time before I allowed myself to recover from the little
attack and felt equal to the task of resuming the conversation with
Rosa. If the Miss Caldicott the child had mentioned was really
Nessa--and it was difficult to think there would be two girls of that
name shut up in Berlin at the same time--it was just the biggest stroke
of luck I had ever had in my life.
Indeed, all the luck seemed to be coming my way; but I should have to
be careful how I played the magnificent cards fate had placed in my
hand. I must certainly have Rosa on my side; and that could probably be
done by freeing her from the engagement. It couldn't be done at once,
however; not until I had pretended to take time to consider.
I must also find out the relations between Rosa and Nessa; and must, if
possible, manage not to have any one present when Nessa and I met for
the first time. Not the easiest of jobs, probably; although my peculiar
footing in the house might enable me to find a means. The risk was, of
course, that in her amazement Nessa might give everything away.
"That was a sharp spasm and no mistake," I said when I lowered the
handkerchief at last.
"Was it real, or just shamming to make us pity you?" asked Rosa
suspiciously. "You were always good at shamming, you know."
"Was I? Oh well, I'm better, so it doesn't much matter."
"Did Lottchen hurt you, then? She's apt to be clumsy."
"She's rather a pretty child and doesn't look clumsy."
"She's the dearest little thing in the world, but it doesn't do to make
too much of her. Every one spoils her because she's so pretty and looks
so fragile. She isn't really delicate and can be no end of a romp, and
is quite able to take her own part. She wants to go to school, and
she'd have gone before if it hadn't been for the war and Nessa being
here as her governess. You never saw anything like the way she loves
Nessa."
I wasn't caught napping this time. "Nessa? And who's Nessa?" I asked
with a frown of perplexity.
"Nessa Caldicott, an English girl who----"
"An English girl here, in this house, at such a time!" I exclaimed,
lost in amazement.
"Yes, of course; in this house; and at such a time," she repeated,
imitating my manner. "Have you any objection?"
"Of course not; but----" and I gestured to suggest anything.
"I wanted to talk to you about her. That's the one reason why I wasn't
altogether sorry to hear you were in the Secret Service;" and then she
told me that she and Nessa had been at school together, and how, when
she found Nessa had had to leave her friends and could not get
permission to go back to England, she had brought her home as
Lottchen's governess. "She was in awful trouble, of course, and mother
hated the idea of her coming to us; but I got my own way. That's about
two months ago, and ever since we've been doing all we can to get her
sent home."
This sent Rosa up many hundreds per cent. in my estimation. "I think it
was awfully good of you; but why can't she go home?"
The question seemed to trouble her considerably. "If I tell you all
about it, will you help us?"
"I don't suppose I can do anything, but I'll try."
"You may be able to find out the truth; and that will help, for we
should know how to get to work. I think I know it, though, and I
believe it's all the fault of a man who pesters her incessantly. He's a
horrid beast, named Count von Erstein;" and she told me he was a
wealthy Jew who had great influence with the Government; had tried and
was still trying to get Nessa denounced as a spy and sent to one of the
concentration camps; dogged her everywhere and set spies to watch her;
had spread all manner of lying reports about her; and was intriguing in
every possible way against her for his own infamous ends.
My blood boiled as I listened to all this, but I had to smother my rage
sufficiently to assume just a conventional amount of indignation in
keeping with Lassen's character. "An ugly story," I muttered.
"It doesn't seem to have roused you very much," she replied, her eyes
flashing indignantly. "I should have thought it would have fired the
blood of any ordinary man. It makes me feel that I could kill him; but
then I'm only a woman."
It was clear that my manner was Lassenly enough, so I let it pass. "I'm
curious to see the man."
"If he had his deserts, you'd see him in prison; but he's probably with
Nessa and Lottchen now. He always hangs about near the house at this
time, when they go for their walk. That was the meaning of the child's
coming in just now. I generally go with them. Do you feel well enough
to come out and see?"
After a little sham hesitation I agreed, and she went off to get ready,
leaving me able to work off some of my rage alone. It was in all truth
an ugly story, and, what was worse, threatened to make it very
difficult to get Nessa away. No doubt it was abominably stupid of me,
but until that moment I had never considered the practical means of
getting her out of Berlin.
I had rushed off with the idea of finding out the truth about her in
order to relieve her mother's anxiety, and somewhere at the back of my
head was the idea that Jimmy's friend at the American Embassy would
help me to do the rest.
But that was knocked on the head if this beast of a Jew had sufficient
influence with his Government to block the way. And that he had
considerable influence, Rosa's story left no doubt. She certainly could
not get away openly, without permission from the authorities and a
passport and all the rest of it; and it looked like a thousand to one
chance against any such things being forthcoming.
That did not exhaust the resources of civilization, however, as the
politicians are fond of saying; and at the worst we could try and make
a bolt of it together, without any papers if necessary, but preferably
with some in false names. So far as I was concerned I was ready to
tramp it to the frontier on foot; but that wouldn't do for Nessa.
At any rate we must get her out of Berlin and away from this von
Erstein's persecution. Nessa could gabble German quite as freely as I
could; and once away from the capital, supplied with plenty of money as
I was fortunately, we could try our luck and trust to fate.
"You've made me feel awfully strange about that fellow," I said to Rosa
as we started from the house. "I suppose it means I'm angry. I feel I
should like to kick the brute."
"I'm glad to hear it; but kicking won't be enough. What you've got to
do is to find means to get Nessa away."
I shook my head doubtfully. "How are these things managed?"
"She must have a permit to travel; that will be difficult enough: and
to cross the frontier there must be a passport, of course. That's where
the Count stops everything. He has dinned it into the powers that be
that she's a spy and wants to get away to carry her information to
England. We nearly got one; but at the last moment the whole plan
failed."
"Did Aunt Olga help, then?" I asked, hesitating how to speak of the
Countess.
"No, mother wouldn't. It was--was a friend of mine, Herr Feldmann, if
you wish to know," she said, with a slight tinge of colour, hesitating
over the name and laughing self-consciously as I looked down at her and
our eyes met.
"It appears to me that your English girl is lucky to have found such
staunch friends, Rosa," I said as earnestly as I felt. "And between us
we ought to be able to outwit this von Erstein."
"I wonder if you mean that," she replied, with a searching look.
"I think you'll find I do. They told me at Rotterdam that I had had a
very near squeak of death; and whether it's that or something else, I
don't seem to have any of the meannesses you associate with me. I am
perfectly in earnest. Perhaps I've dropped the rest with my memory."
"I hope you have, Johann, and there's certainly a sincere look in your
eyes there never used to be. Ah! There they are," she broke off,
pointing a little distance ahead; and I saw Nessa and the child coming
toward us, with the man in attendance.
We had turned into the Thiergarten and were in one of the larger side
walks at the moment; the part where Nessa usually brought Lottchen,
Rosa told me: and I had a good view of them before they saw us. Nessa
had the child between her and von Erstein, and I was deeply concerned
to notice how worn and troubled and harried she looked.
The man was talking to her over Lottchen's head and appeared to have no
eyes for anybody or anything except her. He was about forty, I thought;
the ruddy-faced type of Jew, clean-shaven, square of face, rather high
cheekbones, a very un-Jewish nose, small eyes, with bags of sensuality
under them, a somewhat heavy jowl, with little rolls of flesh under his
chin and on his thick neck. Not by any means a bad-looking man and very
smartly dressed in faultlessly cut clothes which, however, did not hide
his tendency to paunchiness. An ugly customer to get across with, was
my verdict.
I was more than a little bothered about Nessa meeting me for the first
time in his presence, as it was extremely probable that she would give
vent to her astonishment in a way that might start his suspicions, so I
stepped out into full view while they were still a little distance
away, hoping to prepare her.
But there was no trouble of the sort. Lottchen caught sight of us first
and, breaking away, rushed up to me. I stopped with her, therefore, and
Rosa went on to the other two; and to my intense satisfaction, she held
von Erstein in talk while Nessa, glad no doubt of the relief, came to
us.
It could not have happened more fortunately. Just before she reached us
I managed to place the child so that she could not see Nessa, and then
turned and raised my hat, giving her a clear view of my features.
"You!" she exclaimed, starting and turning as white as death and
trembling so violently that for an instant I thought she was going to
faint. But I did what a look would do to caution her and turned to the
child.
"You must introduce me, Lottchen."
"This is my new Cousin Johann," she said a little shyly. And the slight
interlude gave Nessa time to pull herself together sufficiently to
return my bow.
It was a very formal bow, and the look in her eyes and the instinctive
droop of the expressive mouth was much more suggestive of indignation
than pleasure at seeing me. It was a great deal more like contempt or
disgust; but by the time the others reached us she had entirely
recovered her self-possession.
My introduction to von Erstein followed, and he displayed an amount of
cordiality at making my acquaintance, which puzzled me at the moment.
But I was not long left in doubt. My first uneasy impression was that
he suspected the impersonation, gathered from the smiling slyness with
which he looked at me.
As we were to cross swords it was necessary for me to probe this at
once; and when Nessa entrenched herself securely between the two
sisters and he showed a disposition to drop behind with me, I was glad
of the chance.
He opened the ball by speaking of my loss of memory, and I soon found
that I was wrong about his suspecting my imposture. He professed great
sympathy with my misfortune, throwing in a hint that it might after all
have its compensations. "A good many of us have memories we might be
glad to lose, Herr Lassen," he added with a laugh, but in a tone which
reminded me of what Hans had said about my past.
"I should be glad to have mine back, good or bad," I replied with a
laugh as easy as his.
"Perhaps. One never knows," he retorted meaningly. Then he switched off
to the von Rebling family. "Most charming people; delightful; but
unfortunately there's one little fly in the amber. You know it, of
course?" and he nodded toward Nessa.
"I only arrived late last night. What is it?"
"It is a thousand pities; but these are times in which no one can
afford to run risks, even with the highest motives. I know, of course,
that Miss von Rebling's motives are of the highest; but we have to
think imperially; especially in regard to this plague of spies. You
agree with that, of course?"
"Naturally; but how does that apply here?"
He paused, rolling his eyes round at me with a significant shake of the
head. "Why do you suppose that English girl there, Miss Caldicott,
finds it so desirable to be an inmate of their house?"
"Rosa told me she was Lottchen's governess."
He put his forefinger to the side of his nose and winked and nodded.
"Ostensibly--yes; but in reality--eh?"
"Do you mean she's a spy?" I cried, appropriately shocked.
He nodded emphatically. "I do; and I'm relying on your help in the
matter. They may have told you that I have a great deal of interest in
circles that would enable me to be of considerable help to you; and I
have every wish that we two should be great friends. My influence is
such that you may depend upon getting high in the service you wish to
join. Very high."
"I'm not likely to quarrel with any one who can help me in that way, of
course; but you see there's a bit of a stumbling-block at present until
I can get over this infernal loss of memory."
"Oh, that'll soon come right."
"So all the doctors at Rotterdam told me; but so far----" and I broke
off with a flourish of the hands.
"I think I can help you about that, too. Of course when you were known
to be coming here I made such inquiries about you as were open to me,
and the result made me feel sure that you would wish to be friendly
with me;" and he leered at me in a way that left me in no doubt as to
his sinister meaning. He thought he had me in his power.
"I shall be tremendously interested to learn what you heard. So far as
I know, I might have been born about a week ago, and it's a devilish
unpleasant feeling."
He favoured me with another leer. "Ah, you're a good deal older than
that," he said meaningly. "I fancy I can convince you if you'll come
and have a chat with me. Here's my address," giving me his card.
"Certainly I'll come," said I readily. "You've roused my curiosity
tremendously. What time and day?"
"Come and lunch with me to-morrow. In the morning you'll be wanted in
the Amtstrasse; Baron von Gratzen, you know. Come on to me from him. I
can open your eyes to a thing or two; and I'm altogether mistaken if we
can't come to understand one another thoroughly. I'll manage to refresh
that lapsed memory of yours, Lassen, and perhaps find the real reason
for it."
"The Rotterdam people put it down to shock," I replied, as if I had not
understood him.
"Ah, the doctors don't know everything, my friend," he returned drily.
"But I must get off. Till tomorrow, then. Don't forget;" and he
quickened after the others, shook hands, patted Lottchen on the cheek,
much to her disgust, and went off.
A pleasant fellow, very. Evidently a strong believer in the
knuckle-duster methods; meant to use them to force me to help him in
his infamous scheme against Nessa, and had discovered something about
my past which would bring me to heel. That was his ideal of friendship.
Certainly a very pleasant fellow!
That was a generous offer of his influence, too. Thinking me to be as
big a scoundrel as himself, he was ready to betray his country by
pushing me up the ladder of promotion if I would only help him in his
blackguardism. A staunch patriot, too. Deutschland ueber alles! but von
Erstein first!
I was certainly curious to know what it was he had discovered; but my
speculations were interrupted by Lottchen, who came back to me and took
my hand and made me chatter to her until we reached the house.
This was all right, as it saved Nessa from having to talk trivialities
with me in Rosa's presence, gave her an opportunity of accustoming
herself to my presence in Berlin and nerving herself for the inevitable
deception it involved.
How she would treat me I could not guess; but I was utterly unprepared
for the attitude she did assume. She hurried into the house the instant
we reached it and disappeared. We met at the midday dinner; but she
steadfastly refused even to cast so much as a glance in my direction.
Rosa made more than one attempt to draw her into conversation with me;
but every effort was foiled by Nessa pretending to have to pay some
attention to Lottchen, who sat by her. In fact, she ignored me as
completely as if I had not been present and seized the first
opportunity to leave the room.
I had looked for any treatment rather than that; and felt more than a
little riled and aggrieved. It was no harmless picnic, this jaunt of
mine to Berlin; and I thought she might have taken that into
consideration.
But there was more than mere pique involved. If she meant to keep up
this attitude, how was I to come to any understanding with her?
I might as well go back to my flying--if that were possible. Itself a
pretty stiff proposition, as Jimmy would have said.