THE COUNTESS RADZKY'S STORY
The Countess's return to consciousness was very different from that of
Jimmy Thesiger. It was more prolonged and infinitely more artistic.
Artistic was Bundle's word. She had been zealous in her
ministrations--largely consisting of the application of cold water--and
the Countess had instantly responded, passing a white, bewildered hand
across her brow and murmuring faintly.
It was at this point that Bill, at last relieved from his duties
with telephone and doctors, had come bustling into the room and had
instantly proceeded to make (in Bundle's opinion) a most regrettable
idiot of himself.
He had hung over the Countess with a concerned and anxious face and had
addressed a series of singularly idiotic remarks to her:
"I say, Countess. It's all right. It's really all right. Don't try
to talk. It's bad for you. Just lie still. You'll be all right in a
minute. It'll all come back to you. Don't say anything till you're
quite all right. Take your time. Just lie still and close your eyes.
You'll remember everything in a minute. Have another sip of water.
Have some brandy. That's the stuff. Don't you think, Bundle, that some
brandy...?"
"For God's sake, Bill, leave her alone," said Bundle crossly. "She'll
be all right."
And with an expert hand she flipped a good deal of cold water on to the
exquisite make-up of the Countess's face.
The Countess flinched and sat up. She looked considerably more wide
awake.
"Ah!" she murmured. "I am here. Yes, I am here."
"Take your time," said Bill. "Don't talk till you feel quite all right
again."
The Countess drew the folds of a very transparent négligé closer around
her.
"It is coming back to me," she murmured. "Yes, it is coming back."
She looked at the little crowd grouped around her. Perhaps something in
the attentive faces struck her as unsympathetic. In any case she smiled
deliberately up at the one face which clearly displayed a very opposite
emotion.
"Ah, my big Englishman," she said very softly, "do not distress
yourself. All is well with me."
"Oh! I say, but are you sure?" demanded Bill anxiously.
"Quite sure." She smiled at him reassuringly. "We Hungarians, we have
nerves of steel."
A look of intense relief passed over Bill's face. A fatuous look
settled down there instead--a look which made Bundle earnestly long to
kick him.
"Have some water," she said coldly.
The Countess refused water. Jimmy, kindlier to beauty in distress,
suggested a cocktail. The Countess reacted favourably to this
suggestion. When she had swallowed it, she looked round once more, this
time with a livelier eye.
"Tell me, what has happened?" she demanded briskly.
"We were hoping you might be able to tell us that," said Superintendent
Battle.
The Countess looked at him sharply. She seemed to become aware of the
big, quiet man for the first time.
"I went to your room," said Bundle. "The bed hadn't been slept in and
you weren't there."
She paused--looking accusingly at the Countess. The latter closed her
eyes and nodded her head slowly.
"Yes, yes, I remember it all now. Oh, it was horrible!" She shuddered.
"Do you want me to tell you?"
Superintendent Battle said, "If you please" at the same moment that
Bill said, "Not if you don't feel up to it."
The Countess looked from one to the other, but the quiet, masterful eye
of Superintendent Battle won the game.
"I could not sleep," began the Countess. "The house--it oppressed me. I
was all, as you say, on wires, the cat on the hot bricks. I knew that
in the state I was in it was useless to think of going to bed. I walked
about my room. I read. But the books placed there did not interest
me greatly. I thought I would come down here and find something more
absorbing."
"Very natural," said Bill.
"Very often done, I believe," said Battle.
"So as soon as the idea occurred to me, I left my room and came down.
The house was very still--"
"Excuse me," interrupted the Superintendent, "but can you give me an
idea of the time when this occurred?"
"I never know the time," said the Countess superbly, and swept on with
her story.
"The house was very quiet. One could even hear the little mouse run, if
there had been one. I come down the stairs--very quietly--"
"Very quietly?"
"Naturally, I do not want to disturb the household," said the Countess
reproachfully. "I come in here. I go into this corner and I search the
shelves for a suitable book."
"Having, of course, switched on the light?"
"No, I did not switch on the light. I had, you see, my little electric
torch with me. With that, I scanned the shelves."
"Ah!" said the Superintendent.
"Suddenly," continued the Countess dramatically, "I hear something. A
stealthy sound. A muffled footstep. I switch out my torch and listen.
The footsteps draw nearer--stealthy, horrible footsteps. I shrink
behind the screen. In another minute the door opens and the light is
switched on. The man--the burglar is in the room."
"Yes, but I say--" began Mr. Thesiger.
A large-sized foot pressed his, and realizing that Superintendent
Battle was giving him a hint, Jimmy shut up.
"I nearly died of fear," continued the Countess. "I tried not to
breathe. The man waited for a minute, listening. Then, still with that
horrible, stealthy tread--"
Again Jimmy opened his mouth in protest, and again shut it.
"--he crossed to the window and peered out. He remained there for a
minute or two, then he recrossed the room and turned out the lights
again, locking the door. I am terrified. He is in the room, moving
stealthily about in the dark. Ah, it is horrible. Suppose he should
come upon me in the dark! In another minute I hear him again by the
window. Then silence. I hope that perhaps he may have gone out that
way. As the minutes pass and I hear no further sound, I am almost sure
that he has done so. Indeed I am in the very act of switching on my
torch and investigating when--_prestissimo!_--it all begins."
"Yes?"
"Ah! But it was terrible--never--never shall I forget it! Two men
trying to murder each other. Oh, it was horrible! They reeled about
the room, and furniture crashed in every direction. I thought, too,
that I heard a woman scream--but that was not in the room. It was
outside somewhere. The criminal had a hoarse voice. He croaked rather
than spoke. He kept saying, 'Lemme go--lemme go.' The other man was a
gentleman. He had a cultured, English voice."
Jimmy looked gratified.
"He swore--mostly," continued the Countess.
"Clearly a gentleman," said Superintendent Battle.
"And then," continued the Countess, "a flash and a shot. The bullet hit
the bookcase beside me. I--I suppose I must have fainted."
She looked up at Bill. He took her hand and patted it.
"You poor dear," he said. "How rotten for you."
"Silly idiot," thought Bundle.
Superintendent Battle had moved on swift, noiseless feet over to the
bookcase a little to the right of the screen. He bent down, searching.
Presently he stooped and picked something up.
"It wasn't a bullet, Countess," he said. "It's the shell of the
cartridge. Where were you standing when you fired, Mr. Thesiger?"
Jimmy took up a position by the window.
"As nearly as I can say, about here."
Superintendent Battle placed himself in the same spot.
"That's right," he agreed. "The empty shell would throw right rear.
It's a .455. I don't wonder the Countess thought it was a bullet in
the dark. It hit the bookcase about a foot from her. The bullet itself
grazed the window frame and we'll find it outside to-morrow--unless
your assailant happens to be carrying it about in him."
Jimmy shook his head regretfully.
"Leopold, I fear, did not cover himself with glory," he remarked sadly.
The Countess was looking at him with most flattering attention.
"Your arm!" she exclaimed. "It is all tied up! Was it you then--"
Jimmy made her a mock bow.
"I'm so glad I've got a cultured English voice," he said. "And I can
assure you that I wouldn't have dreamed of using the language I did if
I had had any suspicion that a lady was present."
"I did not understand all of it," the Countess hastened to explain.
"Although I had an English governess when I was young--"
"It isn't the sort of thing she'd be likely to teach you," agreed
Jimmy. "Kept you busy with your uncle's pen, and the umbrella of the
gardener's niece. I know the sort of stuff."
"But what has happened?" asked the Countess. "That is what I want to
know. I demand to know what has happened."
There was a moment's silence whilst everybody looked at Superintendent
Battle.
"It's very simple," said Battle mildly. "Attempted robbery. Some
political papers stolen from Sir Stanley Digby. The thieves nearly
got away with them, but thanks to this young lady"--he indicated
Loraine--"they didn't."
The Countess flashed a glance at the girl--rather an odd glance.
"Indeed," she said coldly.
"A very fortunate coincidence that she happened to be there," said
Superintendent Battle, smiling.
The Countess gave a little sigh and half closed her eyes again.
"It is absurd, but I still feel extremely faint," she murmured.
"Of course you do," cried Bill. "Let me help you up to your room.
Bundle will come with you."
"It is very kind of Lady Eileen," said the Countess, "but I should
prefer to be alone. I am really quite all right. Perhaps you will just
help me up the stairs?"
She rose to her feet, accepted Bill's arm and, leaning heavily on it,
went out of the room. Bundle followed as far as the hall but, the
Countess reiterating her assurance--with some tartness--that she was
quite all right, she did not accompany them upstairs.
But as she stood watching the Countess's graceful form, supported by
Bill, slowly mounting the stairway, she stiffened suddenly to acute
attention. The Countess's négligé, as previously mentioned, was thin--a
mere veil of orange chiffon. Through it Bundle saw distinctly below the
right shoulder blade _a small black mole_.
With a gasp, Bundle swung impetuously round to where Superintendent
Battle was just emerging from the library. Jimmy and Loraine had
preceded him.
"There," said Battle. "I've fastened the window and there will be a
man on duty outside. And I'll lock this door and take the key. In the
morning we'll do what the French call reconstruct the crime--Yes, Lady
Eileen, what is it?"
"Superintendent Battle, I must speak to you--at once."
"Why, certainly, I--"
George Lomax suddenly appeared, Dr. Cartwright by his side.
"Ah, there you are, Battle. You'll be relieved to hear that there's
nothing seriously wrong with O'Rourke."
"I never thought there would be much wrong with Mr. O'Rourke," said
Battle.
"He's had a strong hypnotic administered to him," said the doctor.
"He'll wake perfectly all right in the morning. Perhaps a bit of a
head, perhaps not. Now then, young man, let's look at this bullet wound
of yours."
"Come on, nurse," said Jimmy to Loraine. "Come and hold the basin or my
hand. Witness a strong man's agony. You know the stunt."
Jimmy, Loraine and the doctor went off together. Bundle continued to
throw agonized glances in the direction of Superintendent Battle, who
had been buttonholed by George.
The Superintendent waited patiently till a pause occurred in George's
loquacity. He then swiftly took advantage of it.
"I wonder, sir, if I might have a word privately with Sir Stanley? In
the little study at the end there."
"Certainly," said George. "Certainly. I'll go and fetch him at once."
He hurried off upstairs again. Battle drew Bundle swiftly into the
drawing-room and shut the door.
"Now, Lady Eileen, what is it?"
"I'll tell you as quickly as I can--but it's rather long and
complicated."
As concisely as she could, Bundle related her introduction to the Seven
Dials Club and her subsequent adventures there. When she had finished,
Superintendent Battle drew a long breath. For once, his facial
woodenness was laid aside.
"Remarkable," he said. "Remarkable. I wouldn't have believed it
possible--even for you, Lady Eileen. I ought to have known better."
"But you did give me a hint, Superintendent Battle. You told me to ask
Bill Eversleigh."
"It's dangerous to give people like you a hint, Lady Eileen. I never
dreamt of your going to the lengths you have."
"Well, it's all right, Superintendent Battle. My death doesn't lie at
your door."
"Not yet, it doesn't," said Battle grimly.
He stood as though in thought, turning things over in his mind.
"What Mr. Thesiger was about, letting you run into danger like that, I
can't think," he said presently.
"He didn't know till afterwards," said Bundle. "I'm not a complete mug,
Superintendent Battle. And anyway, he's got his hands full looking
after Miss Wade."
"Is that so?" said the Superintendent. "Ah!"
He twinkled a little.
"I shall have to detail Mr. Eversleigh to look after you, Lady Eileen."
"Bill!" said Bundle contemptuously. "But Superintendent Battle, you
haven't heard the end of my story. The woman I saw there--Anna--No. 1.
Yes, No. 1 is the Countess Radzky."
And rapidly she went on to describe her recognition of the mole.
To her surprise the Superintendent hemmed and hawed.
"A mole isn't much to go upon, Lady Eileen. Two women might have an
identical mole very easily. You must remember that the Countess Radzky
is a very well-known figure in Hungary."
"Then this isn't the real Countess Radzky. I tell you I'm sure this is
the same woman I saw there. And look at her to-night--the way we found
her. I don't believe she ever fainted at all."
"Oh, I shouldn't say that, Lady Eileen. That empty shell striking the
bookcase beside her might have frightened any woman half out of her
wits."
"But what was she doing there anyway? One doesn't come down to look for
a book with an electric torch."
Battle scratched his cheek. He seemed unwilling to speak. He began to
pace up and down the room, as though making up his mind. At last he
turned to the girl.
"See here, Lady Eileen, I'm going to trust you. The Countess's
conduct _is_ suspicious. I know that as well as you do. It's very
suspicious--but we've got to go carefully. There mustn't be any
unpleasantness with the Embassies. One has got to be _sure_."
"I see. If you were _sure_...."
"There's something else. During the war, Lady Eileen, there was a great
outcry about German spies being left at large. Busybodies wrote letters
to the papers about it. We paid no attention. Hard words didn't hurt
us. The small fry were left alone. Why? Because through them, sooner or
later, _we got the big fellow--the man at the top_."
"You mean?"
"Don't bother about what I mean, Lady Eileen. But remember this. _I
know all about the Countess._ And I want her let alone.
"And now," added Superintendent Battle ruefully, "I've got to think of
something to say to Sir Stanley Digby!"