"Can you tell me which picture she was copying?" said Poluski.
"I am not sure; this one, I think," and Julius pointed to "The Fortune Teller."
"Ah! Describe her, monsieur."
"She was tall, elegant, charming in manner and appearance."
Poluski appeared to reflect. "The vision sounds entrancing, monsieur,"
he said; "but that sort of girl doesn"t usually earn her crusts by daubing canvas in the Louvre at so much a square foot."
"Yet I saw her, without a doubt. She was not alone that morning. In fact, a friend of mine was with her."
Poluski turned to his easel. He was in no mind to discuss Joan with this inquiring dandy.
"That simplifies your search, monsieur," said he carelessly. "All that is necessary is to go to your friend."
"I cannot. He is not in Paris."
"Where is he?"
"Far enough away to render it impossible that he should solve my dilemma to-day. And the thing is urgent. I have a commission to offer, a good one. If you help, you will be doing the young lady a turn--and yourself, too, perhaps."
"Kindly explain, monsieur."
"I mean that I will gladly pay for any information."
"How much? Five, ten francs, a louis?"
The Pole"s sarcasm was not to be mistaken. Julius was warned and drew back hurriedly.
"I really beg your pardon," he said; "but I am so anxious to carry out my undertaking that I have expressed myself awkwardly, and I see now that you are misinterpreting my motives. Let me speak quite candidly. I have no desire to meet the lady in person. An art connoisseur, who admires her work, wishes to send her to a cathedral in a distant city to copy a painting. He will pay well. He offers traveling expenses, hotel bill, and five thousand francs. The picture is not a large one, and the work easy, a Byzantine study of Saint Peter, I believe. If you tell me, monsieur, that you can arrange the matter, I shall be pleased to leave it entirely in your hands."
"Since when did Alec become a connoisseur?" demanded Poluski, grinning.
Marulitch was startled; but he smiled with a ready self possession that did him credit. "It was in Monsieur Delgrado"s company I saw the fair unknown," he admitted; "but this affair does not rest with him. It is genuine, absolutely."
"Nevertheless, this Byzantine Saint Peter hangs in Delgratz, I suppose?"
"I--I think so."
"Five thousand francs, you said, and expenses. Not bad. I"m a pretty good hand myself. Will I do?"
The Pole was enjoying the stupid little plot; for it could wear no other guise to him, and Count Julius was mortified by the knowledge that he had blundered egregiously at the first step in the negotiation. What would Beliani say? This wizened elf of a man had seen clear through their precious scheme in an instant, and, worst of all, it had not advanced an inch. Julius made a virtue of necessity, and placed all his cards on the table.
"I want you to credit my statements," he said emphatically. "This proposal is quite straightforward. My princ.i.p.al is prepared to pay half the money down before the lady leaves Paris, and the balance when the picture is delivered. Further, he will bear the expenses of any one who accompanies her,--a relative, or a friend, such as yourself, for instance. I don"t figure in the matter at all. I am a mere go-between, and if you think otherwise you are utterly mistaken."
Felix began to whistle softly between his teeth, and the action annoyed Julius so greatly that he decided to try a new line.
"I seem to have amused you by my sincerity, monsieur!" he snapped. "Pray forget that I have troubled you----"
"But why, my paragon? _Que diable!_ one does not spurn five thousand francs like that! I hum or whistle when I am thinking, and just now I am wondering how this business can be arranged. Who is your client?"
"Who is yours?" retorted Julius.
"She exists, at any rate."
"So does the other."
"Well, then, let us meet to-morrow----"
"But time is all important."
"There can"t be such a mortal hurry, seeing that Saint Peter has hung so long undisturbed in Delgratz," said Felix dryly. "Moreover, it will clear the air if I tell you that the lady is not in Paris, so I cannot possibly give you her answer before to-morrow morning."
"How can I be sure that she is the person actually intended for this commission?"
"There won"t be the least doubt about it when King Alexis III. sets eyes on her."
Julius was certainly not himself that day. His pink face grew crimson with amazement. "If you tell her that you will defeat my friend"s object in sending her to Delgratz!" he blurted out.
"Eh, what are you saying? What, then, becomes of that poor Saint Peter?"
"Exactly. She is going there to copy it, not to philander with Alec."
Poluski screwed his eyes up until he was peering at Julius"s excited features as if endeavoring to catch some transient color effect.
"Frankly, you puzzle me," he said after a pause; "but come again to-morrow. And no tricks, no spying or that sort of thing! I am the wrong man for it. If you doubt me, ask some one who has heard of Felix Poluski. You see, Count Julius Marulitch, I am far more open than you. I knew you all the time, and as to your motives, I can guess a good deal that I don"t actually know. Still, there is nothing positively dishonest about a Byzantine Saint Peter. It is not art, but five thousand francs sounds like business. Half the cash down, you said; anything by way of preliminary expenses?"
"Meaning?"
"Say, one per cent., fifty francs. Otherwise, I must paint all day and trust to the post--the least eloquent of amba.s.sadors."
"Oh, as to that," and Julius produced a hundred-franc note from his pocketbook.
The Pole accepted it gravely. "I go instantly, monsieur," he said. He began to fold his easel and put away his brushes and colors. Once he glanced up at the rapt Madonna.
"_Au "voir, ma belle_," he murmured. "This affair of Saint Peter must be arranged. It presses. They change Kings speedily in Delgratz nowadays, and their taste in saints may follow suit. But, courage! I shall return, and who knows what will come of this excursion into the forgotten realm of Byzantium?"
Count Marulitch, of course, had not counted on one who was a complete stranger not only recognizing him but stripping the pretense so thoroughly of the artistic commission offered to Alec"s fair companion of that memorable morning. He must put the best face on his blunder when discussing it with Beliani, and he promised himself a quite definite understanding with Poluski ere another sou left his pocket.
Meanwhile, who was Poluski? That question, at least, could be answered easily. One clue might lead to another. To-morrow, when they met, it might be his turn to astonish the warped little Pole.
Felix, feeling that he had spoiled the Egyptians excellently well, hobbled off to his favorite cafe. Early as the hour was, various cronies were there already, sipping their morning refreshments; but he pa.s.sed them with a nod and made for the fat proprietress throned behind a high desk. When she caught sight of him, a certain air of firmness seemed to struggle with sympathy for possession of her bulging features, and she hastily thumbed a small account book taken from beneath a pile of waiter"s dockets.
"How much, madame?" asked Felix, who had missed none of this.
"Twenty-seven seventy-five," she said severely.
"Can one make it thirty, _mignonne_?"