VON GRATZEN'S WILINESS
Abashed and confused by this unexpected trap, I sat cudgelling my wits
for something to say, and at last stammered out, "I--I meant lynched,
hanged on the nearest lamp-post, sir."
It was the lamest of lame dogs; but he appeared satisfied. He leant
back in his chair. "Oh, I see. Yes, of course. Your American
experiences, I expect. Well, we can talk about that another time. I was
going to say that in von Erstein we have to deal with a very cunning
individual indeed, and I shall expect you to help us. One of the
necessary steps may be your arrest."
"Arrest!" I echoed in dismay.
"I said arrest. It may be necessary. It is essential he should not
believe that a jot of suspicion attaches to him. You'll appreciate
that?"
"I can appreciate it perhaps, but----"
"Don't be alarmed. I promise you very good treatment."
"But I thought you wished----" I pulled up on the brink of blurting out
about my going to England.
"No matter for the moment what I wished, my boy." I was beginning to
hate that term of familiarity, for I knew now what it covered.
"Everything must wait upon this now," he continued. "The arrest will
not be made at once, however, as there is one thing you have to do
first."
This was better. If it wasn't done at once, it never would be done, I
was resolved. "What is that?" I asked.
"You must return that ring to von Erstein."
"Do what?" I cried aghast. The ring was the only evidence against him!
"Do try to listen carefully. You must return it to him and lead him to
believe you brought it away from that room. Let him snatch it from you
while you are threatening to denounce him; or give it him as the terms
of a truce between you; anyhow you please. But mind, it must be done so
that he is convinced no eyes but yours have seen it. That's vital."
The light was beginning to break through even my thick skull then.
"We have it here; our people found it exactly as you said."
"Then the murder is known?"
"Oh, yes; the police have it in hand by this time; but they know
nothing about that ring. We sent two men to the place who are suspected
of being in his pay; and they will be able to report to him that
nothing of the sort was found on the spot. We have taken every
precaution, of course. It has been photographed from a dozen different
points and a replica is being made. I am waiting now for the impression
of the mould."
"It has occurred to you, of course, that he may destroy it?" I
suggested.
He shook his head. "There's no fear of that. For one thing he's much
too proud of it; there isn't another exactly like it in all Europe,
probably not in the whole world; for another, he looks on it as a sort
of mascot; there's some kind of legend or other about it; and lastly,
if you do your part well, he will feel he can keep it with absolute
safety."
The scheme was subtle enough to be worthy even of von Gratzen, and it
increased my dread of his almost diabolical cunning. "When will you
make him account for it?"
"That depends. He's a vindictive devil and is sure to denounce you for
the murder, the instant he thinks he can do it safely. The most
effective moment to deal with him would be when we get him in the
witness box, giving evidence against you. But we shall see."
"And when am I to be arrested?"
"As soon as he lays the information against you, unless I find on
consideration we can avoid quite so drastic a step. It is not
altogether impossible; but the pith of everything is that you get the
ring back to him as soon as possible."
A pleasant look-out for me--to be charged with murder of which he knew
I was innocent in order to help him carry out plans. "You will scarcely
expect me to be deliriously joyful at the prospect of being tried for
my life," I said with a feeble smile.
He didn't like that at all and frowned at me. "Worse than that might
happen to you, perhaps; and in the end it would be immensely to your
advantage," he replied with unpleasantly deliberate significance.
I dropped that line like a hot coal. "I'm in your hands, sir."
"I'm glad to hear you say that. Of course, as I said just now, it may
not come to that; I have another possible plan, indeed. But the other
part is essential. You will give me your word of honour to carry out my
instructions faithfully?"
"Yes, I give you my word of honour. Would it be sufficient if I were to
let him have it with a letter?"
"Why?" Like a pistol shot came the question and his eyes snapped.
"I might bungle the personal business. I'm not much of a hand at
acting, I'm afraid."
"I see," he replied; nodding; and something uncommonly like a smile
hovered about the corners of his mouth. "I thought you said something
to that Jew about theatricals and your studying his character. I have
looked on you as a particularly good actor, my boy. But let's think. It
would depend on how you worded any letter."
He considered for a while, started suddenly, nodded to himself, smiled,
wrote hastily, and handed me the paper. "Just memorize that."
"Von Erstein, you will know where I found the enclosed just as I know
why you left what I found there. You think to ruin me. I am not the man
you believe me to be and can prove my innocence by means of which you
can have no conception. Enough that I tell you I have sufficiently
recovered my memory to protect myself against your devilish malice. The
enclosed proves I am ready to cry a truce.--Johann Lassen."
What I felt as I read this under the keen piercing gaze he rivetted on
me the whole time, no words can describe. "Well, my boy?" he asked.
"I--I'll memorize it, sir," I stammered to get time to think.
"Just read it out. Let me hear how it sounds."
Fortunately, or intentionally, I couldn't determine which, he put his
hand before his face as I read it in none too firm a tone. "It'll do.
Oh, yes. The recovery of your memory seems to explain the word 'means,'
and he'll think you are only bluffing him. He'll never dream you've
told me all about it; and, of course, that's what I intended. You
understand I much prefer your seeing him; but if you can't, you can
send that letter."
I began to breathe freely again. "I'll see him to-night, if possible,"
I replied.
"I'm sure you will. It's now all but seven. He generally goes to dinner
at eight, and between now and then you ought to be able to catch him at
his rooms. Mind, I depend on you."
"You may, sir."
"They ought to be ready for us now," he said; and as he rang his bell
von Welten came in, bringing the ring, the replica and the photographs;
and we all scrutinized them carefully.
The facsimile of the ring was absolutely perfect. It was either in wax
or some harder material and had been gilded, and as it and the original
lay side by side on the table it was impossible to distinguish the one
from the other.
"Very good indeed. Clever work, in the time," said von Gratzen. "Of
course he understands that the finished facsimile must be in gold and
will take to pieces in the same way as the original."
"Oh, yes. He has a number of small moulds of the individual parts.
Would you like to see them, sir?" replied von Welten.
"Not necessary at all. He knows his job. That'll do, von Welten. Leave
the real thing with me;" and he picked it up and examined it with a
gloating and almost satanic smile, as von Welten left the room. "At
last!" he murmured under his breath.
Then he wrapped it up and handed it to me. "You see how I trust you, my
boy. I know you won't fail me, too. And now you had better go. Just a
last word. As soon as you've returned that to him disappear for a time.
Leave Berlin and go, oh anywhere; the farther the better for the time;
and don't on any account come to me again until I send for you."
Utterly mystified by all this, I ventured: "But can I go away without a
permit?"
Another of his queer inscrutable smiles greeted this. "Perhaps it would
be better; but you haven't any too much time to spare--if you're going
to catch von Erstein," he added as an afterthought. He rang his bell
and wrote furiously. "Get that stamped officially at once. As quick as
you can," he told von Welten, who hurried away. "He'll give it you as
you go out," he said to me, rising and gripping my hand. "And now,
good-bye, my boy--for a time at any rate. You're a good lad, and
whatever happens, if you do what I've asked, I'll always stand by you."
Von Welten met me with the permit as I left the room. "You're in luck
to have got on the right side of the chief in this way," he said, as we
shook hands.
Were they all living enigmas? was my thought as I left the building,
for von Welten's manner was as veiled and significant as his chief's.
Did von Gratzen know that I had taken the tickets? Had he worded the
letter I was to write to von Erstein in order to tell me that he knew
my lost memory was a fraud? Did that remark, "You haven't any too much
time to spare," refer to my having to catch the mail? He had qualified
it by saying something about seeing von Erstein; but that had seemed to
be just an afterthought.
It was beyond me; and I was even more astounded when I read the paper
which von Welten had given me. It was much more than a mere permit. It
amounted to an official authority that I was travelling on business of
State; was to go where I would and when; that all assistance was to be
given to me; and any inquiries were to be telegraphed straight to von
Gratzen.
I was indeed lucky, as von Welten had declared. He little guessed what
luck it was! Or did he? Was it all intended to make my path to the
frontier clear?
There was no time to puzzle about it then, however. I could write and
ask for the reply to the riddle when Nessa and I were safely in Holland
or home in England; what I had to do now was to get this business with
von Erstein finished as quickly as possible.
I drove to his flat; but he was not there, and I could not learn where
to look for him. I was rather glad of this. It would be much easier to
write the letter arranged. I went then to the Karlstrasse to tell Nessa
that she could travel in her own character.
Rosa was with her, and both were nervous at not having heard earlier
how matters were going, for it was then more than a quarter past seven.
"I've been worrying awfully," said Nessa. "Is anything wrong?"
"Not a bit of it. Everything's gloriously right. I've got our tickets,
and all you've to do is to be at the station."
"But what's happened?" exclaimed Rosa.
"I haven't time to tell you now. I'm sorry; but I have to rush back to
my rooms and get something.--By Jove!" I broke off in a cold sweat as
the meaning of von Gratzen's look at my suggestion about writing dawned
on me. I had told him before that I could neither write nor read
writing! I had even given him a specimen of my new pothook fist! Of
course I must keep it up, and it might take me Heaven knew how long. "I
must go this instant," I said, and shaking hands with Rosa I rushed
away to my rooms and set to work at once.
It was a deuce of a business. Every letter had to be printed in clumsy
fashion; my fingers were trembling under the stress of my impatience; I
made blunders and had to begin all over again, and every lost minute
was of vital importance.
If I hadn't given my word of honour to von Gratzen I'd have wrapped the
beastly ring up, scribbled a word or two and have left it at that. It
was on the table by the side of the paper as I wrote, and I had just
started on the second edition absorbed in the work, when a hand was
stretched over my shoulder and grabbed the ring.
It was von Erstein; I was never more glad to see any one in my life. I
could have forgiven him everything for such a service.
"Very good of you to leave the door open, Lassen," he said, with a
sneering laugh. "Just going to return it to me, eh? I thought I'd
dropped it here last night."
There were still minutes enough left for me to put up a show of a
struggle, and get in an explanation. So I grabbed hold of him, taking
care that he should not get away and also that he kept possession of
the ring.
"I _was_ going to send it you, von Erstein. You can see I've begun
the letter there."
He stooped to read it and was puzzled. "What the devil does that mean?"
he growled.
"I'm willing to come to terms. We both know where I found it."
"How do I know where you put it?"
"Don't lie, man. You know very well that it was on your finger when you
left here last night, and"--I paused for the sake of emphasis--"two
people saw it there this morning."
This hit him hard, and he winced and drew a deep breath. "Rubbish!" he
muttered.
"I've made sure about that. I've just come from your flat, remember," I
said meaningly.
"Have you been spreading that lie about me?"
"Do you take me for an idiot to let any one want to ask where I found
it?"
He was satisfied, and his relief showed itself in his immediate change
of manner. "All right, we'll bury the hatchet if you like," he said
with a very poor attempt to hoodwink me.
"You can go then;" and I moved to let him leave. I was anxious to get
rid of him now, as it was time for me to be off to the station. I must
have betrayed my impatience somehow, for he started, stared a moment,
and sat down. "You're in a deuce of a hurry."
"Dinner time, and I'm hungry. Clear out."
"Nice room you've got here, Lassen," he answered, squinting round, and
started again as his eyes fell on my suit case. "O-ho, that's the game,
is it?" he chuckled. "Going to bolt? No good, my friend, no good at
all."
His fat insolent chuckle roused the devil in me. "You'd better drop
that tone with me, von Erstein, and not interfere with my movements."
"Shall we go and dine together?" he sneered. "It'll be safer, for there
are a few inquisitive friends of mine waiting outside."
I had noticed one or two men hanging round the building as I entered,
and it wouldn't do to be shadowed. So I went out, locked the front door
and put the key in my pocket.
"What's that for?" he growled uneasily.
"So that our chat shan't be disturbed. I've sampled your friends
already, remember," I said drily.
"Let me go," he cried in a dickens of a stew.
"You wanted to stop, and stop you shall."
To my intense joy he came for me and thus saved me from the unpleasant
job of knocking him out in cold blood. I did it quite satisfactorily,
and as he fell he struck his head against the corner of a writing desk
and saved me the trouble of hitting him again.
Then I collared my suit case, clambered out of the bathroom window down
by the fire escape, and got away by a passage into a side street. A
single glance satisfied me that none of his "friends" saw me, and I
rushed off to the station.
I reached it with only a few minutes in hand, and Nessa was waiting for
me in the door of the waiting-room.
"I was afraid you'd be late and that something had happened," she said
nervously.
"It's all right. We've plenty of time. Don't be nervy and not too
friendly yet. There may be eyes about. We'll find a carriage at once."
It was all right enough to tell her not to be nervy, but I was on pins
and needles, wondering if my theft of the tickets had been discovered,
whether at the last moment we should be stopped, and a hundred other
wonderings.
My eyes were all over the place as we walked to the train; and to my
infinite dismay I caught sight of the old Jew planted close to the
barrier through which we had to pass. That was not the worst, moreover,
by any means. He was talking to a man who had policeman written all
over him.
And then, as if that wasn't bad enough, on the platform just beyond von
Welten was strolling up and down smoking.