THE EVENTS OF MONDAY
Kasia did not see the Prince again. That ingenuous young man had spent a
most uncomfortable half hour with the doughty Admiral, whose language
had been both lucid and emphatic, and who had opened the discussion, and
spiked the Prince's guns at the very start, as it were, by producing the
paper sealed with the Imperial seal.
"I would call your attention especially to this clause," said Pachmann,
and placed his finger upon the words, "all members of my family." "It
was not placed there by accident, I assure you. You understand its
meaning?"
The Prince nodded sullenly, as he handed the paper back.
"Your father," Pachmann continued, replacing it in his pocket, "foresaw
that some difficulty such as this might arise. As you know, his
confidence in you is not great."
The Prince flushed and opened his lips angrily; but closed them again
without speaking.
Pachmann smiled unpleasantly.
"I can guess what you wish to say," he said. "You would remind me that
you are a Hohenzollern, a Prince of the blood, a scion of the house to
which I, a petty member of the inferior nobility, owe allegiance. That I
do not permit myself to forget. But in this affair, by virtue of this
paper, I stand in place of your royal father. He would not hesitate to
rebuke you, and neither shall I. What was it you were saying to Miss
Vard?"
And the Prince, after a moment's inward struggle, repeated the
conversation, while Pachmann listened frowningly.
"You have been most indiscreet," he said severely, when the Prince had
finished. "How much harm you have done I cannot say--but I must hasten
to undo it. I do not understand you. You know how important this affair
is--you are a good German!--and yet you go about talking in this
fashion! It is enough to drive one mad! If your father learned of it, I
fear he would think it necessary to punish you with great severity. I
shall not report it--but on one condition: you must give me your word to
discuss affairs of state with no one, to make no chance acquaintances,
and to see this girl or her father only in my presence."
And so deeply grounded was the habit of obedience, so profound his
respect even for his father's signature, that the Prince promised.
Besides, he had no wish to spend a year or more in some second-rate
fortress; and he resolved to watch himself most warily, until this
annoying business was at an end and he was back again in Berlin.
So Kasia saw him no more. She had a little struggle with herself before
she finally decided that it was her duty to outline the Prince's
confessions to her father, and she was deeply relieved when he waved
them aside as of no importance.
"Every one knows," he said, "that Germany dreams of nothing but
humiliating England; that is no secret--it has been the talk of Europe
for ten years past. But it is one of those dreams which never come
true--or go by contraries!"
* * * * *
By noon of Monday, Pachmann had completed his scrutiny of the
passengers, and sought an interview with the Captain.
"I have discovered nothing," he said; "absolutely nothing. At one time,
I thought that I had the man, but I caused his story to be investigated,
and found that it was true. There remains only one thing to be done. At
what hour shall we land?"
"That will depend upon the delay at quarantine. Two of our steerage
passengers are ill. We may not be able to dock before evening."
Pachmann considered this for a moment.
"In the first place," he went on, at last, following out his thought,
"you must secure for me two landing-tickets--one for Vard and one for
his daughter. The immigration officers must not see them. There must be
no evidence that they ever reached New York."
Hausmann's face clouded.
"That is a very serious offence," he pointed out.
"We must take the risk."
"What will you do about their baggage?"
"I will have it claimed by some one from the consulate."
The Captain hesitated yet a moment.
"I will secure the tickets," he agreed, finally. "A considerable outlay
will be necessary."
"You will be reimbursed. Furthermore," Pachmann added, "I will myself
explain to the Emperor how greatly you have assisted us."
Hausmann bowed coldly.
"Is there anything else?" he asked.
"You have watched the wireless?"
"Yes."
"It must be watched even more closely. No message in cipher, nor any
that is at all questionable, must be sent or delivered. If there are
complaints afterwards, the failure can be explained as an oversight."
Again Hausmann bowed.
"And finally," said Pachmann, "I have here a message, which I would ask
you to have sent at once."
It was in cipher and a long one, and it took half an hour to transmit,
for the wireless man at the Cape Cod station was required to repeat it
for verification. Then it was hurried on by telegraph to New York, and
finally delivered at the German consulate, where the chief of the German
secret service, to whom it was addressed, read it with great care.
* * * * *
Miss Vard, meanwhile, was finding the hours long. The Prince had
furnished a slight divertissement the day before; but to-day there was
no such relief in sight, and she found herself singularly restless. This
was, in part, a reflection of her father's mood, for she had never known
him so nervous and irritable. The lines in his face had deepened, his
eyes were brighter than ever, and he waved her impatiently away whenever
she ventured to address him. Plainly, a crisis was at hand, and, as she
saw how her father was affected, she awaited it with foreboding.
She tried to read and gave it up, for she could not fix her attention on
the page; she sat for a long time looking at the sea, and then turned
her eyes away, for its restlessness increased her own; she went for a
walk about the deck, but it seemed to her in every pair of eyes turned
upon her there was suspicion and aversion. How glad she was that the
voyage was almost ended! It had started happily enough, and then, quite
suddenly, it had become wearisome and hateful.
It was inevitable that, at this point, her thoughts should fly to Dan.
What a nice boy he was! She would see him to-morrow night--she had
promised him that! And before that? Would it be too undignified for her
to steal up again to that bench on the after boat-deck--would it--would
it precipitate matters? She did not want to do that and yet....
"Good afternoon," said a voice, and some one fell into step beside her,
and she looked up and saw that it was Dan. For an instant, she fancied
it was only the visualisation of her own thoughts; then she winked the
mists away.
"This is nice of you," she said. "I was just wishing for--some one. I
was dreadfully bored."
"You were a thousand miles away. I passed you twice and you didn't even
see me. If it hadn't been for my newspaper training, I'd have made off
to my den."
"I'm very glad you didn't. I really wanted to talk to you."
"Suppose we go up to the boat-deck," said Dan, "where you...."
He stopped.
"Where I what?"
Dan led the way up the ladder without replying; but a gleam of
understanding penetrated Miss Vard's mind when she saw him go straight
to the bench where she and the Prince had sat.
"It was this way," Dan explained, sitting down beside her. "I happened
to be staring down at the forward promenade, yesterday afternoon, when I
saw you walking with a tall young fellow, who seemed exceedingly
interested in you. Naturally, I was a little curious, as he happened to
be a second-class passenger like myself...."
"Second-class!" broke in Kasia, and stopped herself.
"Did you think him a millionaire?" queried Dan, a little bitterly.
"No," answered Kasia, quietly; "I thought him just what he is--an
ingenuous young German, not very brilliant, perhaps, but clean and
honest. I passed a very pleasant half hour with him."
Dan's face was a little pale, but he looked at her manfully and squared
his shoulders.
"I deserved that!" he said. "Thank you, Miss Vard. But it _was_ very
lonely, last night!"
Kasia's look softened.
"Yes," she agreed; "it was."
"You felt it, too?" asked Dan, his face lighting up again.
"Certainly I felt it. I haven't dared make any friends among the
first-class passengers, and a person can't read _all_ the time! One
likes to talk occasionally, no matter with whom."
"Why not slip over to second-class to-night," Dan suggested, "and sit on
the bench. The moon is very beautiful."
But Kasia shook her head, smiling.
"I shall have to admire it alone," she said. "We must not be seen so
much together--it is not wise for us to sit here. Suppose some one,
seeing us together, should take it into his mind to search your baggage,
and should find that little package...."
"He wouldn't find it," Dan broke in. "During the day, I carry it in my
pocket. At night, I sleep with it under my pillow."
Kasia gave him a quick glance.
"That is splendid!" she said, quickly. "And you don't even wish to know
what it is?"
"Not unless you wish to tell me. There is one danger, though. If the
customs inspector should happen to run across it, he will want to know
what it is."
"Tell him it is an electrical device."
"And if he opens it?"
"That will do no harm. All he will find is a small metal box, filled
with tiny wires coiled about each other."
Dan breathed more freely.
"That simplifies things," he said. "From what you said when you gave it
to me, I was afraid I might have to knock him down, snatch the package,
and make a break for it."
"No," and Kasia smiled. "It would appear of value only to some one who
knew what it was. The customs inspector doesn't count."
"And to-morrow evening, say at eight o'clock, I shall bring it up to
you."
"Very well. I shall expect you. And now you must go."
Dan rose obediently.
"It will be a long twenty-four hours," he said. "But I feel more
cheerful than I did. By the way," he added, turning back, "there's one
thing I forgot to tell you. If that other young fellow shows up again,
you needn't be afraid to talk to him. Chevrial says he's about the only
one on the ship you are safe to talk freely with!"
"Chevrial!" she repeated, staring; "Chevrial said that!"
"Yes," and Dan laughed. "He seems to be the wise guy, all right!" and
without suspecting her emotion, he turned and left her. But for a long
time Kasia sat there, unmoving, trying to understand.
* * * * *
Dan's evening was not so lonely as he had expected, for, as he sat on
the bench on the boat-deck, staring out across the water and thinking
of the morrow, Chevrial joined him.
"I do not intrude?" the Frenchman asked.
"Not at all. Sit down, won't you?"
Chevrial sat down, and for some moments there was silence.
"Our voyage nears an end, M. Webster," Chevrial said at last. "To-morrow
you will be home again. Perhaps I may see you in New York."
"Where will you stay?"
"I have some friends in the wine-trade with whom I usually stay. The
little money I pay them is welcome to them, and I am more comfortable
than at an hotel. I do not know their exact address--they have moved
since I was last here; but they are to meet me at the pier."
"Whenever you have a leisure evening," said Dan, "call up the _Record_
office and ask for me, and we will have dinner together."
"Thank you. I shall remember. And I should like you to meet my friends.
I do not know if you are a connoisseur of wine, but if you are, they
possess a few bottles of a vintage that will delight you."
"I'm far from being a connoisseur," Dan laughed; "but I accept the
invitation with thanks."
Chevrial's face was bright.
"And when next you come to Paris," he added, "I hope you will let me
know. There is my card. A letter to that address will always reach
me--we have no telephone, alas! There are some things I should delight
to show you--things which the average visitor does not see."
"You are very kind," said Dan, taking the card; "and I shall not forget;
though I don't expect to get abroad again very soon. You see, I have to
collect a reserve fund, first; and the cost of living is high!"
"Whenever it is; and the more soon, the better I shall be pleased."
"How long will you be in New York?"
"A week--ten days, perhaps. Then I go to Boston, and to Montreal and
Quebec, and thence home again. I am glad I shall not have to use a
German boat. I do not like German boats--nor anything German, for the
matter of that! Which reminds me of a most peculiar circumstance. You
may have wondered at my remark with reference to that young man who was
strolling with Miss Vard?"
"That she could talk to him without fear? Yes, I have wondered just what
you meant by it."
"I may be mistaken--but I should like your judgment. In the library,
among the other books, is one which describes the life of the Kaiser and
his family--it is put there, I suppose, for all good Germans to read. It
is illustrated by many photographs. In looking at the photographs, one
of them impressed me as curiously familiar; if I should happen to be
correct, it would make a most startling article for your newspaper. But
I wish you to judge for yourself. You will find the book lying on the
table in the library, and the photograph in question is on page
sixty-eight. If you will look at it, and then return here, I should
consider it a favour."
Considerably astonished, Dan descended to the library, found the book,
and turned to page sixty-eight. Yes, there was a photograph of the Emperor,
with the Empress and Princess Victoria; another of the Crown Prince, with
his wife and children; another of the Princes--Eitel-Frederick, August,
Oscar, Adalbert....
And Dan, looking at it, felt his eyeballs bulge, for he found himself
gazing at the face of Kasia Vard's companion.
He told himself he was mistaken; closed his eyes for an instant and then
looked again. There was certainly a marvellous resemblance. If it should
really be the same--Dan's head whirled at thought of the story it would
make!
He closed the book, at last, climbed slowly back to the boat-deck and
sat down again beside M. Chevrial.
"Well?" asked the latter. "What do you think of it?"
"If they are not the same man, they are remarkably alike," said Dan.
"I believe they are the same."
"But it seems too grotesque. Why should a Hohenzollern travel
second-class, dressed in a shabby walking-suit, and without attendants?"
"There is a middle-aged German with him, who is, no doubt, his tutor, or
guardian, or jailer--whichever you may please to call it."
"His jailer?"
Chevrial smiled.
"The Emperor is a father of the old school, and punishes his sons
occasionally by imprisonment or banishment under guard. I fancy that is
the case here. Before I left Paris, I heard rumours of indiscretions on
the Prince's part with a young lady in Berlin, which had made his father
very angry. This journey, perhaps, is a penance. At least, it is worth
investigating."
"It certainly is," agreed Dan warmly, and fell silent, pondering how
best to prove or disprove this extraordinary story. It was decidedly of
the sort the _Record_ liked; if he could only verify it, his return to
the office would be in the nature of a triumph! But to prove it! Well,
there were ways!
A low exclamation from his companion brought him out of his thoughts.
"Behold!" said Chevrial; and, far away to the right, Dan caught the
gleam of a light.
"A ship?" he asked.
"No, no; it is the lighthouse on what you call the Island of Fire. It is
America welcoming you, my friend."
And Dan, with a queer lump in his throat, took off his cap.
"America!" he repeated, and Kasia Vard's words leaped into his mind.
"The land of freedom!"
"Yes," agreed his companion, softly; "you do well to be proud of her!
She is at least more free than any other!"