"May I ask how much longer you are desirous of my company here?"
"Oh, yes; you may ask."
The boat had begun to quiver again; she was going at full speed once more. Only now she headed directly for the land Mr. Heatherbloom wished to see. Five hours to an American port! Then? He glanced toward the door through which the girl had disappeared. Since that moment he had caught no sound from her. Had she heard, did she know anything of what was happening--that the yacht was now turned homeward? He dared not linger on the thought. The prince was watching him with eyes that seemed to dilate and contract. A moment"s carelessness, the briefest cessation of watchfulness would be at once seized upon by his excellency, enabling him to shift the advantage. The young man met that expectant gleam.
"Sorry to seem officious, but if your excellency will sit down once more? Not here--over there!" Indicating a stationary arm-chair before a desk in a recess of the room.
The prince obeyed; he had no alternative. The fellow must, of course, be a madman, the prince reiterated in his own mind unless--
"I told your excellency I had no wish for a long sea voyage." A mocking voice now made itself heard.
The n.o.bleman started, and looked closer; a mist seemed to fall from before his gaze. He recognized the fellow now--the man they had run down. The shock of that terrible experience, the strain of the disaster, had turned the fellow"s brain. That would explain everything--this extraordinary occurrence. There was nothing to do but to humor him for the moment, though it was awkward--devilish!--or might soon be!--if this game should be continued much longer.
Mr. Heatherbloom glided silently toward the hangings near the alcove.
What now?--the prince asked with his eyes. Mr. Heatherbloom unloosened from a bra.s.s holder a silk cord as thick as his thumb.
"If your excellency will permit me--" He stepped to the prince"s side.
That person regarded the cord, strong as hemp.
"What do you mean?" burst from him.
"It is quite apparent."
An oath escaped the prince"s throat; regardless of consequences, he sprang to his feet. "Never!"
A desperate determination gleamed in his eyes. This crowning outrage!
He, a n.o.bleman!--to suffer himself to be bound ignominiously by some low _polisson_ of a raffish mushroom country! It was inconceivable.
"_Jamais!_" he repeated.
"Ah, well!" said Mr. Heatherbloom resignedly. "Nevertheless, I shall make the attempt to do what I propose, and if you resist--"
"You will a.s.sa.s.sinate me?" stammered the n.o.bleman.
"We won"t discuss how the law might characterize the act. Only," the words came quickly, "don"t waste vain hopes that I won"t a.s.sa.s.sinate you, if it is necessary. I never waste powder, either--can clip a coin every time. One of my few accomplishments." Enigmatically. "And"--as the prince hesitated one breathless second--"I can get you straight, first shot, sure!"
His excellency believed him. He had heard how in this bizarre America a single man sometimes "held up" an entire train out west and had his own sweet way with engineer, conductor and pa.s.sengers. This madman, on the slightest provocation now, was evidently prepared to emulate that extraordinary and undesirable type. What might he not do, or attempt to do? The n.o.bleman"s figure relaxed slightly, his lips twitched. Then he sank back once more into the strong solid chair at the desk.
"Good," said Mr. Heatherbloom. A cold smile like a faint ripple on a mountain lake swept his lips. "Now we shall get on faster."
CHAPTER XVIII
THE COUP
Mr. Heatherbloom, with fingers deft as a sailor"s, secured the prince.
The single silken band did not suffice; other cords, diverted from the ornamental to a like practical purpose, were wound around and around his excellency"s legs and arms, holding him so tightly to the chair he could scarcely move. Having completed this task, Mr. Heatherbloom next, with vandal hands, whipped from the wall a bit of priceless embroidery, threw it over the n.o.bleman"s head and, in spite of sundry frenzied objections, effectually gagged him. Then drawing the heavy curtains so that they almost concealed the bound figure in the dim recess, the young man stepped once more out into the salon.
How still it suddenly seemed! His glance swept toward the door through which the young girl had vanished. Why had he heard no sound from her?
Why did she not appear now? She must have caught something of what had been going on. He went swiftly to the door.
"Miss Dalrymple!"
No answer. He rapped again--louder--then tried the door. It resisted; he shook it.
"Betty!" Yes; he called her that in the alarm and excitement of the moment. "It"s--it"s all right. Open the door."
Again that hush--nothing more. Mr. Heatherbloom pulled rather wildly at the lock of hair over his brow; then a sudden frenzy seemed to seize him. He launched himself forward and struck fairly with his shoulder--once--twice. The door, at length, yielded with a crash. He rushed in--fell to his knees.
"Betty! Oh, Betty!" For the moment he stared helplessly at the motionless form on the floor, then, lifting the girl in his arms, he laid her on a couch. One little white hand swung limp; he seized it with grimy fingers. It was oddly cold, and a shiver went over him. He felt for her pulse--her heart--at first caught no answering throb, for his own heart was beating so wildly. The world seemed to swim--then he straightened. The filmy dress, not so white now in spots, had fluttered beneath her throat. He gazed rapturously.
"It"ll be all right," he said again. "Darling!"
He could say it now, when she couldn"t hear. "Darling! Darling!" he repeated. It const.i.tuted his vocabulary of terms of endearment. He felt the need of no other. She lay like a lily. He saw nothing anomalous in certain stains of soot, even on the wonderful face where his had unconsciously touched it when he had raised her and strained her to him one mad instant in his arms. In fact, he did not see those stains; his eyes were closed to such details--and the crimson marks, too, on her gown! His knuckles were bleeding; he was unaware of it. He was not, outwardly, a very presentable adorer but he became suddenly a most daring one. His grimy hand touched the shining hair, half-unbound; he raised one of the marvelous tresses--his hungry lips swept it lightly--or did he but breathe a divine fragrance? By some inner process his spirit seemed to have come that instant very near to hers. He forgot where he was; time and s.p.a.ce were annihilated.
He was brought abruptly back to the living present by a sudden knock at the door without, which he had locked after entering that way from the deck. Mr. Heatherbloom listened; the person, whoever he was, on receiving no response, soon went away. Had they discovered what had happened to the foreman of the stokers whom Heatherbloom had struck down with a heavy iron belaying-pin? The man had attacked him with murderous intent. In defending himself, Heatherbloom believed he had killed the fellow. The chance blow he had delivered with the formidable weapon had been one of desperation and despair. It had been more than a question of his life or the other"s. Her fate had been involved in that critical moment. He had dragged the unconscious figure to the shadows behind a life-boat. They would not be likely to stumble across the incriminating evidence while it was dark. Nor was it likely that the foreman"s absence below would cause the men to look for him. The overworked stokers would be but too pleased to escape, for a spell, their tyrannous master.
Mr. Heatherbloom, standing near the threshold of the dressing-room, glanced now toward the little French clock without. Over four hours yet to port! How slowly time went. He turned out all the lights, save one shaded lamp of low candle-power in the cabin; then he did the same in the room where the girl was. No one must peer in on him from unexpected places. He looked up, and saw that the skylights were covered with canvas. Mr. Heatherbloom remained in the salon; he needed to continue master of his thoughts. In the dressing-room he had just now forgotten himself. That would not do; he must concentrate all his faculties, every energy, to bringing this coup, born on the inspiration of the moment, to a successful conclusion. Desperate as his plan was, he believed now he would win out. By the vibrations he knew the boat was still steaming full speed on her new course. The conditions were all favorable. They would reach port before dawn; at break of day the health officers would come aboard. And after that--
The telephone suddenly rang. Should he answer that imperious summons?
Perhaps the man who had just knocked at the door had been one of the officers, or the captain himself, come in person to speak with his excellency about the unexpected change in the boat"s course, or some technical question or difficulty that might have arisen in consequence thereof.
He looked toward the recess; between the curtains he caught sight of the prince"s eyes and in the dim light he fancied they shone with sudden hope--expectancy. The n.o.bleman must have heard the crashing of the door to the dressing-room. What he had thought was of no moment. A viperish fervor replaced that other brief expression in his excellency"s gaze.
Once more that metallic call--harsh, loud, as not to be denied! Mr.
Heatherbloom made up his mind; perhaps all depended on his decision; he would answer. Stepping across the salon, he took down the receivers. The singing on the wires had been p.r.o.nounced; he could imitate the prince"s autocratic tones, and the person at the other end would not discover, in all likelihood, the deception.
"Well?" said Mr. Heatherbloom loudly, in French. "What do you want?
Haven"t I given orders not to be--"
His voice died away; he nearly dropped the receivers. A woman answered.
Moreover, the wires did not seem to "sing" so much now. Sonia Turgeinov"s tones were transmitted in all their intrinsic, flute-like lucidity.
"What has happened, your Excellency?" she asked anxiously.
"Happened?" the young man managed to say. "Nothing."
"Then why has the yacht"s course been changed? I can tell by the stars from my cabin window that we are not headed at all in the same direction we were going--"
He tried to speak unconcernedly: "Just changed for a short time on account of some reefs and the currents! Go to sleep," he commanded, "and leave the problems of navigation to others."
"Sleep? _Mon Dieu_! If I only could--"
Mr. Heatherbloom dared talk no more, so rang off. The prince might have been capable of such bruskness. Sonia Turgeinov had not seemed to suspect anything wrong; she had merely been inquisitive, and had taken it for granted the n.o.bleman was at the other end of the wire. Mr.
Heatherbloom strode restlessly to and fro. Seconds went by--minutes. He counted the tickings of the clock--suddenly wheeled sharply.