VON FELSEN GAINS HIS END
I entered the room just when matters had reached the crisis. Althea,
very pale and troubled, was sitting near the window and von Felsen stood
over her dictating his terms. He had wrought upon her fears until she
was on the point of yielding.
He resented my interference, therefore, fearing lest I should cause her
to change her mind, and he turned on me angrily. "There is no need for
you to come here, Herr Bastable. You can do no good."
"I could not keep away. So much depends upon Fraeulein Althea's
decision that I must know it at once." I spoke like one distracted with
doubt.
A gloating, boastful, confident smile, for which I could have kicked
him, was his reply.
Althea shuddered at it and then turned to me. "What else can I do, Mr.
Bastable?"
I flung up my hands and sighed distractedly. "This cannot be necessary.
Herr von Felsen must give us a little time in which to think. I have
still influence, and I must go and see what I can do."
"If you leave the house it will be to go straight to prison," he
declared with a sneer.
Althea winced again at this. "You see, I must do it."
"You coward," I cried to him. Then I started as if an idea had just
occurred to me. "I can stop you. I had forgotten. You are pledged to
marry Fraeulein Ziegler. She shall know of this at once"; and I turned
as if to hurry from the room.
"Stop," he shouted. "Leave this room and that instant I will call in
those outside."
I stopped obediently, as if baffled and frightened. Then I gave another
little start and shot a furtive, cunning glance at him.
"You said just now you didn't want me in the room," I said slowly.
He looked at me very searchingly. "You stop here. I can read your
thought easily enough, but you won't fool me. Neither you nor any one
here will leave this house until Fraeulein Althea is my wife.
Understand that."
I did not reply, but sat down and began to finger my moustache, moving
my eyes about as if thinking of some means to outwit him. "We shall
see," I said with a repetition of the cunning smile.
"Mr. Bastable!" said Althea, in a tone of appeal.
"No, no, no. There must be some other way. I am not afraid for
myself." Then I laughed. "If we are not to leave the house then, there
shall be no marriage. There shall be none here, that I swear. Let come
what may, there shall not. You are driving me to bay, von Felsen. Have
a care, man, what you do." I spoke without passion, but the suggestion
of threat in my tone drew his eyes upon me and started his suspicions.
Althea was completely puzzled by my conduct, and I was glad to see that.
If I could mislead her, after what I had said that morning, I was sure
to be successful with the grosser wits of von Felsen.
"Herr von Felsen has proposed that the marriage shall take place here
this evening, and it--it must be so," she said after a pause.
"No, no, it shall not," I cried quickly; and then as quickly, and with
apparent inconsistency, changed my note. I clenched my hands and shot a
glance of intense malevolence at him. "Wait. I agree. Yes. Come here
this evening then. On second thoughts it will be best so. I'll see
that everything is ready for you then. Yes, yes, this evening
and--here."
He read this as I wished. "No, thank you," he answered with a knowing
shake of the head. "I'm glad you reminded me in time. We'll have it
where it will be a little safer. I shall have to trouble you to come to
my house, Althea. I've no intention to have the marriage wind up with a
funeral"; and he nodded again at me with a chuckle at having so cleverly
read my thought.
I endeavoured to portray the picture of outwitted cunning. "Oh, you
needn't be afraid of coming here; and it will be much more convenient."
"You mind your own business," he blurted out.
"If the thing has to be done at all, it should at least be done with the
least trouble to Fraeulein Althea. That means here," I protested.
"There will be plenty of trouble if it isn't done," came the retort with
a bullying smile. "Now, please, Althea, your answer?"
Her face was a mask of troubled perplexity as she pressed her hands
tightly together. She shot a look of appeal at me.
"You needn't look at him. He can't help you."
I jumped up with a heavy sigh, made as if to rush out of the room,
remembered myself, and went to the window and stared out. Von Felsen
laughed.
"I agree," said Althea in a low, trembling tone.
I groaned, and von Felsen laughed again. As if stung by the laugh to a
last protest, I turned round. "How do you know that this man will keep
his word?" I cried desperately to Althea. "He hates me, and his first
step when all is too late may be to betray me."
"I thought you didn't care about yourself," he sneered. That I should be
in a condition of abject fear about myself appeared natural enough to
him, no doubt.
"Fraeulein Althea!" I exclaimed, as she did not reply at once.
"He has pledged his word, Herr Bastable."
"His word! what is that worth?"
"You needn't let yourself be scared out of your wits, at any rate," he
said with another sneer. He was enjoying his triumph intensely, and the
sight of my fear was the best part of it, apparently. "If the Baron and
Althea are pardoned, who's going to hurt you? You'll be all right," he
declared contemptuously.
"I'm not thinking of myself," I replied vaingloriously, but putting a
note of relief into my voice. "But there's the rest of his promise."
"Are you a fool? Do you think I am likely to let my wife be prosecuted
as a traitor? You know what Herr Borsen told you. You are only trying
to deceive Althea by this rot."
"Your wife? But she will not be your wife when she leaves here. Have
the marriage here, as you proposed at first. There will be some
guarantee then that you mean to run straight."
"The marriage will be where I say," he answered angrily.
"It must be as he wishes, Mr. Bastable. What do you wish?" she asked
him.
"I shall come for you at seven o'clock." I gave a start at this, and he
turned on me sharply. "No, I shan't be fool enough to enter the house,
thank you. I shall wait for you in the carriage, Althea; and if a single
soul except you attempts to leave at the same time, there'll be trouble.
That's all."
"A very gallant groom," I sneered. But Althea interposed with a gesture
of protest. "There are some hours of grace yet," I muttered.
"And the house will be carefully watched all through those hours. Don't
forget that. I shan't run any risks. I shall be here at seven then," he
added to Althea, and moved toward the door.
I started as if to follow him, but he stopped me. I believe he was
afraid I should shoot him.
"You stop here, thank you. I can find my way out as I found it in."
I fell back a step as if frightened, and he left us.
"Oh, Mr. Bastable," cried Althea, the instant his back was turned,
almost overcome by the scene.
I put my fingers to my lips, I thought he might linger a while to
listen.
"He has us at every turn. My God, I shall go mad, I believe," I cried
in a voice loud enough to reach him if he were there; and I thought I
could catch the sound of a chuckle outside.
A minute afterwards we heard the front door slammed, and I went out to
be sure that he had really gone. Then I hurried back to Althea.
"Wasn't that just lovely?" I asked with a smile. "Don't look so
frightened. I was afraid to tell you my plan for fear that if you had
it in your thoughts you might not have been able to prevent his
suspicions being aroused. You must forgive me that. Everything has
gone splendidly."
"I don't understand in the least," she cried, in her infinite
perplexity. "You agreed to it all."
"Did I not tell you not to believe your eyes if you saw me agree?"
"Tell me now, everything."
"Of course I will. Stand up here a moment." She came to me and we
stood before the mirror. "Once before, this morning, we were standing
together just as we are now and I happened to look in that glass. It
suggested a thought. See if anything is suggested to you."
She looked and turned to me as she shook her head. "I don't understand
in the least."
"You are a tall girl and I am not a very tall man, so that our height is
nearly the same. You are broad-shouldered for a girl; I am the reverse
for a man. If I were dressed as you are, the difference would be
imperceptible."
"But I am dark and you are fair--and your moustache!"
"Any sort of dark wig will alter the hair. Bessie bought one this
morning. A razor will deal with the moustache. A touch or two on the
eyebrows and a veil, fairly thick, will do the rest. I am going to
borrow your dress for the evening's entertainment."
"Oh, Paul!" she cried, catching my arm, the name slipping out in her
agitation.
I laid my hand on hers and took it gently into mine. She left it there.
"Did you really believe I would let you marry that brute? My dear, I
would take his life first. This was all make-believe just now. I
frightened him from having the marriage here--he thought I should kill
him if he did--because it is necessary that I should be at his house
to-night."
"But the danger to you?" she murmured.
"Is as straw to iron compared with the danger to him. To-day I could
have spoken a word which would have brought him cringing to heel like
the cur he is."
"Why didn't you?"
"Almost I spoke it, when he was blustering here. But I have a still
better plan. Put away all your fears, and let me see a smile in place
of all that pain and agitation. I tell you surely that by to-morrow all
the clouds will have passed."
"I am only afraid for you," she whispered.
"And I--well, I will tell you when I have succeeded what other feeling
than fear I have had about you in all this time."
Her answer was a smile, almost as if she knew.
For the moment the words trembled on my lips, but I pressed them back.
We stood the while in silence.
"It has been so terrible that I can scarcely dare to hope," she
murmured, her voice unsteady.
"Hope! For what, Althea?" I whispered.
She raised her head and our eyes met. All was clear to us both then.
"You may hope, Althea. I am sure."
Instinctively I stretched out my arm, and of herself she came to me and
laid her head on my shoulder.
"You know what I have hoped, then?"
"Paul!" Just a sigh of happiness and full content.
"You love me? Ah, Althea!"
I lifted her head from my shoulders and took the sweet face between my
hands, and then our lips met in the lingering ecstasy of love's first
kiss.
"My dearest!" I whispered.
A little fluttering sigh of delight escaped her as her head was again
pillowed on my shoulder; and in that realm of love's entrancing bliss we
remained oblivious of all save our own rapture, and heedless each of
everything except that together we had come into our own kingdom of
happiness and perfect understanding.
We were roused by the sound of footsteps approaching the room. Althea
drew away from me in tremulous confusion, her eyes shining radiantly,
her colour mantling her cheeks.
It was my sister. "I was just coming for you, Bess," I said hurriedly,
meeting her as she entered.
"I couldn't think where you were. You were awfully quiet"; and she
looked from one to the other doubtfully, and then went toward Althea.
Althea turned quickly on her approach, and kissed her very lovingly, and
put her arms round her waist. And seeing her eyes, Bessie understood.
"Oh!"
Her glance at me was an eloquent substitute for anything more. And then
in her turn she put her arms round Althea and hugged her.
"I'm going to my room, Bess; come to me presently," I exclaimed, and
left them together.
At first the sense of the rapturous happiness which had come to me
filled my thoughts to the exclusion of all else, and it was only
Bessie's arrival that called me down from the clouds.
She was a good chum but not usually demonstrative. Now, however, she
came straight up to me and kissed me. "It's just lovely, Paul; but of
course I've been expecting it; and you two have been a long time coming
to an understanding."
I laughed. I was in the mood to laugh at anything. "All right," I said
inanely.
"Ah, you don't understand women, Paul, or you'd have seen as plainly as
I have that Althea has cared for you ever so long," she said
sententiously.
"Where is she?"
"Gone upstairs to her father. That's the only part I don't like in it.
But poor Althea can't help that. And now, haven't we a lot to do yet?
One of the three must be practical and think of things; and Althea
can't. Oh, Paul, I never saw anything like her delight."
"Yes, I suppose one must be practical even at such a time"; and then we
plunged into the discussion of my make-up for the evening's business.
She had brought Althea's dress down with her, and she fitted on the
skirt and made such alterations as were needed. I kept it on, in order
to accustom myself to it and be able to walk without tumbling over it.
I should wear it over my own things of course as I knew that I must be
able to get it off when the need arose.
The bodice proved impossible, however; so Bessie cleverly improvised a
substitute; and we arranged that I should wear a short cloak of hers
which would come just below my waist. And she so contrived everything
that I could readily reassume my own garb.
When all was finished I went up to my room to shave off my moustache,
and we laughed long and heartily together at my clumsy efforts to follow
her instructions about holding up the skirt in getting upstairs.
It might have been a sort of mad frolic we were planning instead of the
grim business which I knew that night would see.
Then came the face make-up and the arrangement of the wig, hat and veil;
and while Bessie was intent upon this, I slipped a loaded revolver into
the pocket of my jacket, to which I had arranged ready access.
"I declare, you make quite a pretty girl, Paul; but you're dreadfully
awkward. You must take shorter steps or you'll be found out the instant
you leave the house," said Bessie, turning to survey the effect a moment
later.
"Thank goodness there are only a few steps to walk in any event. The
only tough part will be in the carriage with the beggar. By Jove, it's
close to the time. I'd better be ready in the drawing-room."
Just as we reached the room, Ellen met us. She took me for Althea, and
was so astonished at seeing her dressed for the street that she
exclaimed: "Are you going out, miss?"
I did not open my mouth and went on, but Bessie replied: "Yes, Ellen. A
carriage is coming directly for Fraeulein von Ringheim"--since Althea's
visit to the police when I had been taken away, we had dropped all
attempt at concealing her name--"and when it arrives you will just come
to this room and tell her."
"I could scarcely keep a straight face with Ellen," she said as she
joined me.
"It took her in anyhow, and that's hopeful; and now I'll spend the last
few minutes in practising this infernal walk."
I managed it better after a time, and I was in the middle of the
practice when Althea came down. For the moment she mistook me for a
friend of Bessie's, and was going out quickly when she recognized her
own dress.
"I declare I shouldn't have known you, Paul."
I walked up to her with the little mincing gait and held out a gloved
hand. "I hope you are well," I said in a falsetto voice. I saw how
really anxious she was about the thing and was resolved to treat it as a
joke.
But Althea was too overwrought to see any but the dangerous side of the
affair. "I hope no harm will come to you," she exclaimed fervently.
"There is not the slightest fear of anything of the sort. But there
mustn't be three of us in the room when Ellen comes in or she'll take
one of us for a ghost. And the time's up."
She came very close to me and I saw she was trembling. "I pray to Heaven
all will be well," she cried earnestly.
"Within five minutes of our reaching his house I shall have that fellow
on his knees. And now, you must go, or I shall be tempted to upset all
these beastly arrangements on my head and--well, you know," I laughed.
At that moment we heard the sound of the carriage and she hurried away
upstairs.
Then I saw how my sister had been hiding her real apprehension under a
light laughing humour. "It will be all right, Paul? You are sure?" she
asked, her lip trembling.
I replied in the same light vein as to Althea. "Unless the fool tries
to kiss me in the carriage, or I give myself away, I cannot fail. I
shall be back again in a very short time; and remember what I told
you--you may have to rush off by the mail to-night. Be ready."
Ellen opened the door then and announced that the carriage had come.
"Good-bye then, Althea," exclaimed Bessie, most naturally. "And with
all my heart good luck."
She walked with me as far as the front door to cover my burlesque of a
girl's gait, and I tiptoed quickly across the pavement, entered the
carriage, and leaned forward to wave my hand to her.
The next moment the door was shut and we started.