THE LUCK TURNS
My assumption of indifference appealed to what little sense of humour
the German police routine training had allowed Dormund to retain, for he
burst into a quite human laugh as he lighted a cigar. "Need we pretend
any longer, Herr Bastable?" he asked.
"Not unless you like," I replied, as grave as a judge. "But what about?"
"The very charming young lady who has just left us."
"Bessie? My sister, I mean," I said, as if genuinely perplexed.
He waved his hand impatiently. "Ah, her name is von Ringheim. We know
that."
I clapped my hands to the arms of my chair and started forward as if
intensely surprised. "Do you mean that my sister has got married
without my knowledge? For Heaven's sake, what are you saying?"
He gave me a dry look. "You are overdoing it, Herr Bastable. I mean
that the lady who has just gone out is Fraeulein Korper, otherwise von
Ringheim. Is that clear?"
"Oh," I said with a sigh of relief. "Is that all? Then why the devil
didn't you arrest her?"
The blunt question drew another laugh out of him. "I need not tell you,
for you know. So long as we are certain where to find her---- But Herr
Feldermann told you. I have not come on her affairs, however; nor to
refer to what happened the other day at the station."
"I am always delighted to see you--provided of course you don't come to
arrest me."
"I trust I shall never have to do that, but you will do well to be
cautious in your hospitality."
"Not with you, I hope," I laughed. "At all events unofficially."
"I am here unofficially now, and will go so far as to warn you that an
official visit from one of us has been very seriously considered.
Berlin, and indeed the whole of Germany, is considered very unhealthy
for some foreigners at this season, you know."
"I appreciate your friendship, Dormund; but I shan't bolt. I shall be
found here whenever I'm wanted. I shall stick it out."
"It is more serious than you think perhaps; but it is of course for you
to decide. Well, now, I have come to-day to act the part of a mutual
friend, Heir Bastable; from Lieutenant von Bernhoff. He feels very
deeply the breach that has occurred."
"I think I would rather you did not say any more about that," I broke
in.
"Bear with me a moment. He is devotedly attached to your sister and he
has a genuine regard for you yourself; he has empowered me to offer you
an unqualified apology for what passed when he was last here, and to
assure you that you placed quite the wrong interpretation on what he
said. He is very unhappy."
"Do you know what passed?"
"It was very unfortunate," he replied with a gesture of regret. "But
remember, please, the feelings of a man who sees himself about to lose
what he prizes more than anything else on earth. A man in love, you
know!"
"But my sister does not return his regard."
"He wishes only to be allowed to call and make his apologies for
himself. I can assure you, of my own knowledge, that his regret is
abject."
"There is good ground for it," I said drily. "And his coming here would
do no good. I don't believe he ever had a ghost of a chance of getting
my sister to care for him and am dead certain that whatever chance he
had was absolutely ruined by his conduct that day."
"Well, may he come? Let me put it as a personal favour to me?"
I hesitated a second. "I can't refuse you; but it is for your sake not
for his that I consent; and he had better not come for a few days."
"In the meantime you will speak to your sister and tell her of his
regrets and perhaps say a word----"
"No, no," I interrupted, shaking my head. "In England we let our girls
settle these matters entirely for themselves. But I'll tell her what
you have told me."
"Well, I have not failed entirely at any rate," he said as he rose.
"And now will you accept a last word of caution, and get rid of your
visitors."
Plural number, this time. He apparently knew all about the presence of
Althea's father. "I am going to," I answered with a smile.
"I am unfeignedly glad. You have many friends among us, you know."
"I am seeing Herr Borsen about it the day after to-morrow."
"Good; but don't forget that even his hands may be forced"; and with
this parting caution he went away to leave me pondering very uneasily
what could be behind the words.
Was his warning genuine or was it a veiled threat? Had he come as von
Bernhoff's friend to force the reconciliation with this as his weapon?
The events of the last few days had so tried me, that I was suspicious
of almost every one with whom I came in contact who had any concern with
the affair. It was possible that he meant von Bernhoff could make such
a to do as to force the police to act despite Borsen's promise. Yet he
had seemed genuine enough.
There was of course another interpretation--that some influence could be
brought to bear strong enough to force even Borsen. Whose? The
Emperor's? No. I had made that right with Chalice's letter. Could it
be the Prince von Graven in his rage at my interference? No. He might
have the intention but he lacked the power.
There was only one man left--von Felsen himself. He could do it through
his father, if he could persuade him that I was blocking the scheme and
not, as Borsen believed, seeking to carry it through.
But Dormund would know nothing about this unless--and at that moment the
light began to break in--unless certain steps had already been taken of
which Dormund's colleagues had spoken to him.
If it was only that, I had little reason for fear. A word or two from
me and von Felsen would come crawling to heel at my beck. The sooner
that word was spoken the better, perhaps; and I decided to speak it at
once.
I told Althea and Bessie the result of Dormund's visit and then went
straight off to interview von Felsen. I did not find him, however; he
was at his father's house, the servant told me, and would not return
until very late.
I was very disappointed. So much depended upon the result of the
interview, and Dormund had made me feel what danger there was in delay,
that I was exceedingly anxious to bring the fellow to his knees at once.
There was, moreover, the almost equally critical matter of the papers he
was to secure--the act which I believed would put the card I needed into
my hand--and I was at my wits' end to think of some means by which I
could discover what was being done in the matter.
When I had reduced him to a proper condition of terror by the threat of
charging him with the Jew's murder, I intended to force from him the
necessary information. But I could not do anything with him in that
matter at his father's house. If he had the papers already, they would
be at his own house; and thus for my purposes the interview must take
place there.
I could not do anything more that night, however, and I turned homewards
in none too amiable a mood. The luck had appeared to go so dead against
me, and I was trying to hit on some way to change it, when I blundered
into a man hurrying in the direction from which I had come. I looked up
with a growl on my lips at his carelessness, when I recognized the young
clerk I had seen at the wharf.
"I am sure I beg your pardon," I said. "I was thinking. It was my
fault."
He had a very pleasant smile. "Really I'm afraid it was mine. I was
looking about for the name of the street. I don't know this part of the
city at all well. This is the Coursenstrasse, isn't it?"
"Yes. What number do you want?"
"268d," he replied looking at an adjoining house door.
It was the number of von Felsen's house! What did "W. Mischen" want
with him? I became very friendly at once. "I'll show it you"; and I
turned with him. "I have nothing to do; and it's very curious, I wanted
to have a chat with you."
I would not risk going up with him to the door, lest the servant should
report the fact to von Felsen; but I waited for him, standing near
enough to observe that he delivered a message and not a letter.
What that message was I would learn before the night was out by hook or
crook; and when he rejoined me I led the way to a restaurant, and
insisted on his joining me at supper. I did him well; a good meal,
plenty of the best wine, and a cigar such as he rarely smoked. While we
were eating I spun him a yarn about my intention to start a big
wharfinger's business, asked his advice about a heap of things,
flattered his judgment, and worked him into a properly loquacious mood.
I then sounded him as to whether he would care to enter my employ, and
named a salary about three times as big as he had any reason to expect,
with light hours and so on, and in this way worked round to an
expression of surprise that he should have to stop so late at work.
It was very plain sailing then. He did not always work so late, he
said; but he had been asked to stay that night until one of the heads of
his present firm arrived from the lawyers', where he had been engaged in
regard to the lease of the wharf.
"There was really no reason why they should have kept me; but I am never
afraid of an extra hour or two, of course." This was for my benefit as
his future employer.
"Of course they will pay you. When I detain one of my clerks I always
do what is proper, especially when the business is important."
"This wasn't. Only a trifle about the lease of the wharf. Herr von
Felsen is the owner of it, you know, and he was to have delivered it
to-night; but something came in the way. All I had to do after all, was
to take a message that they would call for it to-morrow night at eight
o'clock."
"Well, I am glad they did detain you as it turns out"; and I poured him
out a last glass of wine. I was indeed glad, but the reason was not
quite so much on the surface as his smile showed me he thought.
"I suppose the gentleman you have been to is a very wealthy man, then?"
"Oh yes, they tell me he owns no end of property. What luck some people
have!"
As I knew that von Felsen hadn't a single brick or plank to call his
own, I put my own construction on the story about the "lease"; and as I
had got all I wanted from the clerk, I brought the interview to a close
soon afterwards, having taken his address and given him to understand
that he would hear more from me soon.
The incident was a piece of such stupendous luck that I could scarcely
believe in my good fortune. If all went well, I should be too firmly
seated in saddle within twenty-four hours for any one to be able to
unhorse me. That "lease" meant the stolen papers; and with them in my
hands I could laugh at every other difficulty. And that I could drag
then from von Felsen by my knowledge of his guilt I was certain.
And the vein of good luck was not exhausted with that one precious
nugget.
Althea came to me the first thing in the morning looking so white and
troubled that I was full of concern. "Your father is not worse?" I
asked quickly.
"No. He is better, much better; but he will not think of leaving the
city. He will not listen to me when I urge it."
"It does not matter so much now," I said cheerfully.
"Ah, but it does. The trouble is greater than ever. Read this. It was
brought to the house this morning"; and she handed me a letter.
"Addressed to you in your own name," I exclaimed, glancing at the
envelope. Then I read the letter. It was from von Felsen. He said
that he knew the Baron was in the house; that my arrest had been decided
upon for having sheltered him; and that her father's presence with
others at the Jew's house on the night of the murder was known. He
concluded: "You must give me your decision to-day, and upon your
decision every one of the steps I have mentioned will depend. If you
are not my wife by to-night, the word will be spoken, and everything
will be too late. Meanwhile Herr Bastable's house is being watched
closely. I shall come this afternoon for your answer."
"You see now?" cried Althea in dismay, as I stood thinking over the
letter. "I shall do it, Mr. Bastable. It is the only way."
"It depends upon when and where he means the marriage to take place," I
answered, speaking out of my thoughts rather than in reply to her words.
"You agree that I should do it?" she asked almost piteously.
We were standing at the moment opposite a large mirror, and as I looked
by chance at our reflections a thought struck me. I turned to her with
a smile. "I think, perhaps, you will have to agree to his terms."
"You smile at this?" she cried, not without a touch of indignation.
"God forbid that I should smile at anything threatening your whole life
as this would do. I must think; but if you can bring yourself to
consent, you must make your own conditions as to the time and place of
the marriage."
"And this is all you have to say?"
"No. The marriage will not take place, because he dare do nothing
against my will. Don't lose heart for an instant."
"Tell me. You must see what it means to me, this suspense. You are in
such danger--and Bessie."
"We were never safer. That I assure you. But trust me and have
patience."
"You know I trust you"; and she laid her hand on my arm.
"Yes, I do know it. And bear this in mind. I am absolutely confident
that we shall win. Remember that, and if you see me appear to be
alarmed, and even panic-stricken, don't believe what you see."
She let her eyes rest on mine. "I should never believe that," she said.
At that moment Bessie said her father was calling for her, and we
parted.
I took my sister to my room and had a long talk with her, and in the end
sent her out to make one or two purchases for the plan that had occurred
to me, telling her to be very careful that she was not followed. I
should have gone myself, but after von Felsen's statement that the house
was being carefully watched, she could do what had to be done better
than I could.
When she returned, we two were busy together for two or three hours, at
the end of which we had a little rehearsal.
"It is positively wonderful, Paul! Wonderful!"
"It will do in the dark, anyhow," I replied, quite satisfied with the
result. "Say nothing to Althea about it; but if you can manage it, drop
her a hint that I have had very bad news. It is so essential she should
act naturally when von Felsen comes, that I must even venture to
frighten her a little."
I would not trust myself to see Althea herself again before von Felsen's
visit, lest I should be led to tell her everything in my desire to
relieve her anxiety. So much depended upon his being entirely deceived,
that I dared not take the risk of her not being able to appear
completely sincere in what she had to promise.
It was a hard task to mislead her even for so short a time; and twenty
times I started off to relieve the suspense I knew was torturing her.
But I did not go.
Then von Felsen arrived. He asked openly for Fraeulein von Ringheim,
and by my orders Ellen showed him into my room. He was a very different
man from the shaken reed he had been when I had interviewed him at the
club on the night of the Jew's murder. He was now self-confident,
resolved, and sure of himself on the strength of the cards he held.
On the other hand I endeavoured to express alarm and genuine
apprehension.
"It is no use your denying that Fraeulein Althea is here, Herr Bastable.
I know it and the police know it. I shan't go without seeing her."
"What are you going to do?" I asked, letting my eyes fall before his.
"That all depends on what she does. You have made a holy mess of things
in your cleverness. Your house is watched by the police, and you can't
escape. If things go wrong, you'll have to answer for having had the
Baron here. I know he's here, too."
"You are not going to play on a woman's fears about her father, are
you?" A spice of mild indignation in this. "As for me, you can't harm
me."
"Harm you? Can't I?" he cried with a snort of anger. "Perhaps you'll
change your tone when I tell you, on my honour----"
"Never mind your honour," I cut in with a sneer which had the intended
effect of adding anger to his bluster.
"When I leave this house I shall only have to hold up my finger and the
lot of you will be inside the nearest gaol as quickly as you can be
taken there by the police--you and Althea and her father and your sister
too. You are all in this, you know. And if you provoke me, by Heaven
I'll do it at once."
I did not reply but sat looking down at the table in intense dismay.
"Now are you going to deny that she is in the house?" he cried
triumphantly after a pause.
"No, I don't deny it." The words seemed to be wrung from me, and I
continued my stare of dismay at the table.
"I thought that would bring you to your senses. Where is she?"
"I'll take you up to her;" and I rose.
"No, thank you. I don't want you," he declared with a short laugh.
I sat down again. "I must think all this over," I murmured with a sigh
of concern. "She's in the drawing-room, the room at the top of the
stairs."
"I'll find it right enough, you bet." He went to the door and then
turned for a last shot. "You understand, Bastable, if she says no,
you'll all sleep in gaol to-night."
I let my head sink on my hand, and with a last leer of satisfaction he
went out.
My only fear was lest I had overdone it; but he was anything but a keen
observer, and was himself a man of exaggerated gesture.
I waited a few minutes to give him time to put his cowardly proposition
to Althea and then, having rumpled my hair a bit to give the appearance
of intense perturbation, I followed to add my plea to his--that Althea
should agree to marry him.
It was, as she had said, the only way; but in furtherance of my plans
instead of his.