PILGRIMS
It was with trembling limbs and a heavy heart that Tanya had followed
Herr Markov carrying the black bag down the stairs of the house in the
Schwaiger Strasse, through the rear door to the small street and the
stable which sheltered Fra Umberto and the "instrument of
torture"--alas! now the instrument of torture no longer, for all its
insides had been removed during the early afternoon and hidden in a box
under a pile of hay. Herr Markov had sighed as he gazed at the empty
case, but there was no time to be lost and after having assured
themselves that they had escaped observation, Tanya had unpacked the
black valise, transferring its contents to the body of the machine and
concealing the luckless bag in a dusty crib under a pile of lumber.
Then as they wished to be well beyond the city before sun-down, Markov
had hitched Fra Umberto, Tanya had clambered in, sitting on the pile of
bank notes and they had silently driven away.
The escape had seemed simplicity itself, and with the passage of the
last post of soldiers at the edge of the city Tanya had gathered hope
that their perilous venture would be successful. She had tried not to
think of Philippe Rowland. She had hoped when their plan was first
spoken of, that Rowland was to impersonate Herr Markov, and using his
papers make the desperate effort to get through to Switzerland alone
with her. But Herr Markov had willed otherwise (and wisely perhaps) and
Philippe had been left there--alone with Zoya--sharing a terrible
danger, but yet terrible as the danger was, Tanya could not help
thinking that she would much have preferred anyone else to have shared
it with Philippe than Zoya Rochal.
During the first night of their pilgrimage Tanya had been very
miserable. The confined space had cramped her muscles and the jolting
of the vehicle seemed to be jarring every nerve in her body, but Herr
Markov had evidently deemed it of the utmost importance to cover as many
miles away from Munich in the early hours of the evening and night as
was possible for man and beast. Occasionally, when the way was clear,
he had conversed with her cheerfully, bidding her keep up her courage
and asking after her comfort; and to all of his questions she had
answered bravely, changing her position as she could and patiently
awaiting the hour of her deliverance. And it had come at last toward
midnight when Herr Markov had halted the donkey and invited Tanya to get
out of her box. The invitation, welcome though it was, had not been
easy of acceptance, and it was only with the help of Herr Markov's long
arms that she had been able to climb over the sides of her prison and
descend.
She had found herself in a dim country lane which led to a small
farm-house. With an encouraging show of confidence Herr Markov had led
Fra Umberto toward this building and after some difficulty had succeeded
in arousing the occupants, an old man and woman, who had stuck their
heads out of the windows in some alarm until they learned the identity
of the pilgrims and saw Fra Umberto and the hurdy-gurdy, when they had
come down and made the visitors welcome. This house, it appeared, was
one of the stopping places of the hurdy-gurdy man, the old farmer and
his wife, his good friends, for whom in better times he played his whole
repertoire in payment of board and lodging. Tanya's presence Herr
Markov had glibly explained--his niece, bound to Leutkirch, to visit a
sister who was about to be married, and so Tanya had found a bed of
which she was in real need and had slept the sleep of utter weariness.
But Herr Markov had called her at daylight and they were now again upon
their way. Fra Umberto's legs were short but they moved rapidly and in
the by-roads and in thinly settled places the thoughtful Markov invited
Tanya to descend which she did gratefully, glad of the chance to loosen
the kinks in her cramped muscles. And when she got down, the donkey,
relieved of her weight in the vehicle, frisked along at a rate which
showed her that they had lost no time.
They went through Landberg, passed the night in another farm-house on
the Igling road and by the following afternoon had reached Memmingen.
It was beyond Memmingen upon the road to Weingarten that Tanya, waiting
for the darkness to fall so that she could escape from her hiding place,
heard Herr Markov exchanging greetings with a traveler afoot. This was
not unusual, for Herr Markov, as she had already discovered, carried his
politeness all about the world with him, but Tanya, who had been sitting
long in her cramped position, had been hoping to be able to get out and
walk beside her fellow pilgrim, for whom she had developed the deepest
sympathy and appreciation. But this person to whom he had spoken, it
seemed, was bound in the same direction as themselves and all immediate
chance of escape from her prison was out of the question. She heard the
deep boom of Herr Markov's voice and a reply, quiet and muffled as
though at a distance.
"A fine evening--yes"--said Markov. "A rare evening indeed which makes
one bless God for a life in the open under the stars. You are bound for
Weingarten, Father, or beyond?"
"Beyond," replied the quiet voice.
"Ah, yes--to the monastery at Rothenbach, perhaps? No? You will forgive
my impertinent curiosity, but the road is my life and those who walk it
are my friends and companions. We are sociable people, Father, Fra
Umberto and I, and since one of us is denied the privilege of speech,
the other of us must needs make up for the deficiency. You will forgive
my wagging tongue?"
"It is my mission in life to grant forgiveness," said the other voice
solemnly. "It is my trade, Herr Musician."
Tanya understood now--a priest, a holy man, a vagrant monk.
"Then we are much of the same mind," continued Markov, "for I, too, have
forgiven much--my trade too," with a deep laugh, "but there is little
profit in it."
"Not to the body, but to the soul--it is that alone which is immortal."
The voice came more clearly now and something in its cadences caused
Tanya to listen more intently. It was curiously like one that she had
once known; but where--when----?
"Aye, immortal----" went on Markov contemplatively, "but to a
hurdy-gurdy man the seat of soul is in the stomach. For without food
the stomach sickens and thus, the soul. What becomes of your
immortality then, holy Father?"
She heard the priest laugh to himself--that laugh!
"Your philosophy and your theology are from the same piece of goods, my
son. If it keeps you warm you are wise to wear it." And then in a
change of tone, "You came along the Landberg road?"
"Yes, Father."
"You see many people. Has there been much talk about the rising of the
Socialist elements in Munich?"
"You've heard----?" There was a pause, and then:
"Merely that a meeting was broken up--that there was shooting, a fire,
people were killed and some of them--my friends--wounded. And you,
Father--what have you been told?"
"The facts have been suppressed. The newspapers say nothing. You were
not questioned by the police when you left Munich?"
"Oh, no. I merely showed my papers. I am well known in these parts.
I--I had nothing to do with the disturbance, though my heart is with
those who have rebelled--for I, too, am a Revolutionary."
"And since you left Munich--you have not been questioned?"
"No." And then, "You have heard that the police are after those who
escaped?"
"Yes," muttered the voice.
No more for the present. And yet to Tanya what she had heard was
enough, for the identity of the voice of the man she could not see had
slowly come to her and now with a sickening and terrible certitude she
knew that Markov's companion of the road was Gregory Hochwald.
The hurdy-gurdy was now an "instrument of torture" indeed, for in it
Tanya sat a prisoner, helpless, while along side her, all unconscious of
the secret Markov guarded, walked the one man most disposed to take
profit from her misfortunes. And with a sense of an impending disaster
she heard Markov talk glibly on, every moment, apparently, gaining more
confidence in the integrity of his companion. And yet how was she to
warn Markov? The least sound, the least motion would betray her presence
and reveal the reasons for their flight. She had a morbid desire to
peer out and see--to verify the unpleasant testimony of her ears--but
there was no way unless she raised the lid of the machine and that, of
course, meant discovery. And so she was forced to sit silent and listen
to Markov, who with every moment came nearer to dangerous revelations.
"The end must soon come," the false priest was saying. "The world is
weary of blood-letting. Germany is beyond reach---beyond help of the
Church. I have done what I could, but I am going beyond its borders to
Switzerland--to escape its persecutions. I have had enough."
"And I," said Markov; "it is there that I go too with--with my good Fra
Umberto."
"The weather threatens again. Where shall you sleep tonight, my son?"
"At the farm-house of some good friends of mine, a mile or so from here.
We have had a long day."
"Good friends of yours? Would they mind if I came with you? I have a
purse well filled----"
Tanya was aware of Herr Markov's hesitation and the long moment of
silence that followed gave her the hope that he would refuse.
"I am not so sure," he said at last doubtfully. "Have you no other
plans?"
"None."
"There is an inn just beyond."
"But there are reasons why I do not wish to go to a public hotel. If
you could help me in this----"
"But I can't understand----"
"Is it necessary that you should? I will pay you well for this
service----"
Hochwald had struck the wrong note. Herr Markov's voice had a tone of
dignity when he replied.
"I would require no pay, Father, for a mere act of Christian duty. But
there are private considerations----"
"None so grave as my own need----"
"If you will tell me----"
Another long moment of silence. And then:
"I've told you that my need is great. When I also tell you that I am no
priest but a fugitive from the police, you will understand. I was one
of those who were at the meeting of the Socialists in the Hall in the
Schwaiger Strasse----"
"You!"
"One of its leaders. In the confusion I managed to escape, and with the
aid of a friend procured these robes. But I am in danger even now, and
must avoid public places--which are, of course, subject to frequent
inspection."
"What is your name?"
"That need not matter. If you are a Socialist--a Revolutionary
Socialist, we are brothers, and I am in need of a place to rest safely."
Markov's voice fell a note as he replied:
"That puts a different color to the matter. I can help you--yes--if I
know that what you tell me is true." Fra Umberto suddenly came to a
halt--"How should I know," Markov said, "that you are what you
claim--that you are not a member of the secret police of the Empire?"
Tanya heard Hochwald's laugh.
"The police! Then why except for the pleasure of your company, Herr
Musician, should I be wasting my time talking to you?"
"H--m! You are frank at least, holy Father. Come--a drop of rain. We
must get on. At least for tonight you shall have cover--in safety."
He chirped to Fra Umberto and the machine rumbled on again. Tanya, cold
with fear of the consequences of this generosity, sat trying to think
what she must do. And the result of her meditations was precisely
nothing. To rise and denounce him would do her cause no good. And so she
did not move, deciding to wait for what was to happen, trusting that the
secret of the money which she and Markov shared would keep her companion
silent as to her hiding place in the vehicle.
She heard the two men talking again, a repetition of what had been said
before, but Herr Markov, in spite of his acceptance of the statements of
Gregory Hochwald, gave her enemy no inkling of the truth and presently
the piano-organ was driven into a rough road and at last stopped. She
heard Markov calling--voices in reply and then his directions to Gregory
Hochwald to go into the house while he drove Fra Umberto and the
hurdy-gurdy around to the stable. It was there in the dim light of a
lamp that Tanya, a very pallid, frightened but beautiful
Jack-in-the-Box, pushed up the lid of the machine and emerged,
confronting her weary companion with the specter of his mistaken
generosity.
"He! That--Hochwald!" he muttered aghast when she told him.
"Fraeulein, you must be mistaken."
"No, no," she whispered. "I would know his voice among a thousand. My
bitterest enemy--the cause of all our troubles."
"But you did not see his face."
"I did not need to see it, Herr Markov. You must believe what I say,"
she insisted. "It is the truth."
He only stared at her, as at a damage he had done. She could see that he
was very tired. Since early morning, with but one period of rest, he
had been upon his feet and the lines of weariness in his face and at his
eyes were deeply scored.
"What could I do, Fraeulein," he murmured. "I did not know and you----!
Herr Gott! What a situation!"
"What had you planned?" she asked more gently after a moment.
"To tell him--yonder in the house," he said guiltily, "but I did not
dare until I had spoken to you."
"That is impossible, Herr Markov," she said. "We must go on."
"Tonight?"
"Yes. You shall sit and I shall walk----"
"But it is raining----"
"We must go on----"
"But what shall I tell them yonder?"
"Tell them--nothing. Let us go." She had clambered down and stood
beside him. He seemed bewildered by the disaster and when she caught
his hand he pressed her fingers gently but aimlessly, as though their
common misfortune had robbed him of all initiative. Tanya's voice
aroused him. "Come," she urged. "We must go on--further."
"There is no one that I know within ten kilometers----"
"I can walk it. Get in, Herr Markov----"
She had caught up the reins of the unfortunate Fra Umberto and was about
to turn the wagon when a heavy shadow from the lamp at one side of the
door moved across the stable floor.
"I came to see if I----"
The monk paused and stood staring at Tanya in a kind of awe while she
dropped the reins of Fra Umberto and started back, her gaze fixed on the
black cowl beneath which was a pale smudge that she knew was Gregory
Hochwald's face. Herr Markov looked from the one to the other in dismay
and then took a pace forward toward the girl.
"You! Tanya!----" said Hochwald, coming slowly forward. "What are you
doing here?"
She seemed unable to reply. The missing mustache revealed ugly lines
she had never seen. He glanced quickly at the open top of the
piano-organ.
"I see. You were---- You heard? You knew that it was I."
"I heard. I beg that you will let us be on our way."
"You were going--where?"
"Further on. Herr Markov has done you a service. Do me another by
remaining here."
Hochwald hesitated a moment.
"I seek to do you no harm. Nor could I if I wished. I am at your mercy
as you are at mine----"
"I beg your pardon, Herr Hochwald," broke in Markov's deep voice. "The
Fraeulein is at no man's mercy while she is in my charge."
"A figure of speech," said the other with a smile, "but I do not like to
drive the Fraeulein forth into the rain. Of course rather than that, I
shall go at once--or sleep here with this good donkey in the stable."
Herr Markov and Tanya exchanged quick glances which each read through
the gloom. Herr Hochwald asleep within a few yards of the twenty-five
millions of Nemi, hidden beneath the blankets in the bottom of the
"machine of torture!" It was Tanya who first realized that short of
immediate flight nothing but a change in her uncompromising attitude
toward Hochwald was possible.
"It--it does not matter. I--I do not fear you, Gregory Hochwald--not
now. If you will go to the house I will follow you. Herr Markov can
join us when the donkey is fed."
And with a quick glance at Markov she moved toward the door and out into
the raining night. Hochwald joined her at once and together they walked
toward the lights of the farm-house, leaving Markov alone to attend to
the needs of Fra Umberto and hide until the morning the packages of bank
notes in the straw of the stable.
Hochwald questioned and she answered frankly, telling him of the manner
of her escape which was obvious enough, concealing from him only the
secret of the hurdy-gurdy. As to Herr Rowland he was still there in
Munich--in great danger.
There were no reproaches on her part--her injury was too deeply seated
for that, his venality too surely proven. Nor did Herr Hochwald speak of
the events at the Villa Monteori; but Tanya felt that since he had found
her and that they must travel on for a way in company, some grounds of
mutual agreement or understanding must be found which would disarm her
enemy as to the precious freight in the piano-organ. And so when they
reached the protection of the portico:
"This situation is none of my choosing, Herr Hochwald," she said. "We
are both fugitives from a common enemy--if I denounce you, I denounce
myself. But if we are both arrested it is you who will suffer the full
extremity----"
"Perhaps----" he broke in quickly. "I don't minimize the danger of my
position. In Germany my life hangs by a thread. It is the penalty of
my zeal in the cause we both represent."
Contempt and surprise that he should have thought her so dull were what
she felt, but she managed to meet his glance calmly, for she had much to
gain but still more to lose.
"We need not go into that. We stand or fall together. Tonight we shall
protect each other--but tomorrow--we part company."
"As you please," he said slowly. "I will do as you wish. You have
suffered much because of me, Princess Samarov, and I because of you----"
"We are enemies--political--personal---- Let there be no
misunderstanding."
"But you _do_ misunderstand. You have misjudged me from the first----"
"Enough----"
"Will you hear me out? I will not be long. You do not believe me when
I say that the money of Nemi was as safe in my hands as it would have
been in yours. I mistrusted Herr Rowland--you did not. I knew that in
Germany where I had power and influence, I could safely bring the money
through to Russia--with you--and I should have succeeded had it not been
for this cursed American who has spoiled all my plans and betrayed me to
the Wilhelmstrasse, where my future usefulness in Russia's service is
now at an end."
His impudence amazed her but she smiled at him coolly. "And you
imprisoned me at Starnberg, subjected me to nameless indignities, swore
falsely against me in the committee----"
"To save you from yourself," he broke in. "You are a woman, unwise,
impressionable----"
"Thanks. But not so unwise that I can believe in you."
"That is cruel. But what I tell you is the truth. You do not know
these people as I do. Do you think that I would dare confide the
keeping of the twenty-five millions of francs into the hands of an
organization which can be swayed as that one is swayed by the fear of
military domination? You saw what happened. One man--Von Stromberg,
held their destinies in the hollow of his hand----"
He noticed the slight shrug of her shoulder.
"You may believe my motives what you choose, but I have already written
to Russia asking the release of your father. I swear to you that had I
succeeded in deceiving the committee as to the whereabouts of the
money--had not the American found my hiding place--I should have left
Starnberg before morning with you in a machine and have been by this
time well upon my way to Russia."
"And I----" she broke in hotly. "They would have believed that I was
the thief----"
"What would you have cared, if we had succeeded?"
"We could never have succeeded. Come, Herr Hochwald," she said with an
effort at a smile. "We are wasting precious hours of sleep. Let us say
no more."
She offered him her hand.
"I am very tired--so tired that I am even willing to forget everything.
Tonight at least we are friends. Tomorrow----" and she turned toward the
door--"tomorrow it's _sauve qui peut_--everyone for himself. You
understand?"
He caught her fingers and pressed them to his lips.
"Tanya," he whispered, "forgive me----"
"I do--for tonight, Grisha Khodkine."
He looked up with a smile.
"My name--now--for all time--for Russia--and for you."
She closed her eyes as though she feared they might read conviction in
the smooth tones of this new insincerity and turned away, just as Herr
Markov came around from the stable and reported the donkey safely bedded
down for the night, and together they went into the house where
arrangements were made for Tanya's comfort. The priest was given a
couch in the living room. Herr Markov against their protestations chose
a bed in the straw by Fra Umberto. Tanya understood and rewarded him by
a bright glance as she went up the stairs.