"Prince Michael!" snarled the royal Delgrado. "You must learn to school your tongue, Julius! From this moment I am King of Kosnovia. Let there be no manner of doubt about that!"
Alec might not have heard the bl.u.s.terer. His calm glance fell on Beliani. "And what say you?" he asked.
"I agree most fully and unreservedly," murmured the Greek, conveying, with a deep bow, his respectful regret that such an a.s.surance should be necessary. The greatly perturbed President had already quitted the room; so Alec turned to Stampoff. His manner was quite friendly. Well he knew that this fiery soul was not to be judged by the Delgrado standard.
"I will not inflict on you, my trusty comrade," he said, "the indignity of a demand that I felt was imperative in the case of some others present. Let us shake hands and think rather of what we have gone through together when I was King and you were my most loyal supporter, than of the poor climax to my brief reign that reveals me as an impostor."
Those keen eyes were raised in a half-formed resolution. "Is it too late, Alec?" he growled sullenly.
"For what?"
Alec"s smile of surprise was the only bit of affectation he had indulged in that night. The fantasy flitting through Stampoff"s brain was not hidden from him; but he wanted to dismiss it lightly.
"G.o.d"s bones! Need you ask? Say but the word, and you will be more firmly established on the throne than ever. Trust me to find means to still those babbling tongues!" and Stampoff flung out an arm in the direction of the uncle and nephew, each manifestly anxious to hurry away, yet each so distrustful of the other that he dared not go.
"Paul, you are incorrigible," said Alec. "You ought to have been a marshal under Napoleon, who would have had no scruples. No, you will not see civil war in the streets of Delgratz as to whether a Delgrado or an American adventurer shall reign in Kosnovia. Yet, I thank you for the thought. It shows that you, at least, do not rate me poorly, and it is not in my heart to be vexed with you, though I owe this night"s amazement to your striving."
"Be just, Alec!" whispered the Serb hoa.r.s.ely. "Condemn me if you will; but be just! While Michael Delgrado lived, your reign would never have been secure. I knew that all along. You will go away now and marry the girl of your choice, and soon the memories of this downtrodden country will be dim in your soul; but think what would have happened to you, to your wife, and perhaps to your children, if Michael one day blurted out the truth in some fit of drunken rage, or if Beliani and that other white faced hound obtained evidence of your birth. That is why I was resolved to force you, if possible, to wed a Serbian Princess. Your marriage to a woman of our own race would have borne down opposition.
And now what will happen? The future is black. Michael is unworthy to be a King; Marulitch, at the best, is a poor-spirited wretch; and after them there is no Delgrado."
"Well, I am sorry, too, in a way," said Alec. "I was beginning to love these Kosnovian folk, and I think I could have made something of them.
Good-by, Paul. If we never meet again, at least we part good friends."
Stampoff rose and silently wrung Alec"s hand. He walked straight out of the room with bent head and slow uncertain steps. For the hour his fierce spirit was chastened. He had done that which he thought would make for good, and it had turned out ill. His single minded scheming had gone awry. Another man in his position might have sought to curry favor with the new regime, whether of Michael or Julius; but Stampoff was not of that mettle; he wanted Alec to be King, because he believed in him, and now the edifice for which he had labored so ardently had tumbled in pieces about his ears.
Pauline came, and Alec went to his mother. He took her tenderly in his arms.
"Come, dear!" he said. "Joan"s maid will help you to reach your room.
Our train leaves at midnight, and Bosko and Pauline will give your maid any help she needs in collecting your belongings."
The Princess raised her grief stricken face to his, and it wrung his heart anew to see how that night of misery had aged her.
"Oh, my son, my son!" she murmured. "Will you ever forgive me?"
He kissed her with a hearty and rea.s.suring hug. "Forgive you, mother!"
he cried. "It is not I, but you, who have suffered through all these years. Have no fear for the future! Joan and I will make you happy."
"But she, Alec! What will she say when she learns the wrong I have done you?"
"What! Afraid of Joan?" cried he cheerfully. "Why, you dear old mother, Joan is taking all the blame on her own shoulders. You will find she agrees with me that you are the one to be pitied. You made a mistake for which you have paid very dearly; but in no possible way can it affect the remainder of our lives. There now, cheer up and prepare for your journey!"
The Princess left the room leaning on Pauline"s arm, nor, in pa.s.sing, did she bestow a glance on her husband. Prince Michael indulged in an ostentatious shrug, and might have said something had not Alec"s gaze dwelt on him steadily. It is to be presumed that, not for the first time, discretion conquered Michael"s valor.
"A word with you, Beliani," said Alec, going to the table and unlocking the drawer from which he had taken the money given to Sobieski. "You are now in charge of the State"s finances, I presume. I have here a sum, roughly speaking, of one thousand pounds. To some extent, it is my own money; but the greater part consists of instalments of the salary of five thousand dollars a year I allowed myself as King. Do you think I have earned it?"
The Greek could only mutter a surprised, "Yes. Who would deny your right to a far larger amount?"
"Having your sanction, then, I take it," said Alec coolly. "Here too is my pa.s.sport, issued in Paris, for which I believe I am indebted to you.
It will now come in handy. May I ask in whose charge I leave the books and papers on this table? Some of them may be of use to the State."
"I am afraid I cannot answer that question," muttered the Greek, with a stealthy glance in the direction of the rival candidates.
"Well, settle it among yourselves," said Alec dryly. "Now I must be off."
Without another word he pa.s.sed from the room that had witnessed his triumph and his fall. Yet his face was remarkably cheerful when he asked an attendant if Lord Adalbert Beaumanoir"s whereabouts was known. The quiet elation in his manner led the man to believe that some specially pleasing news had transpired during the conclave in the royal bureau.
It appeared that his Excellency, the English milord, had gone to the music hall in the Konigstra.s.se with a friend.
"Then send some one to say that he is wanted here at once," said Alec.
"Yes, your Majesty."
"Your Majesty!" How incongruous the two words sounded now in Alec"s ears! By a trick of memory his thoughts flew back to the Montmartre review wherein the stage prototypes of the Parisian band of exiled monarchs addressed each other by high sounding t.i.tles and incidentally sought to borrow five-franc pieces.
"If I possessed some literary skill, I could write a review that would set the world talking," he mused, smiling to himself as he ascended the stairs to his own suite.
"What is the matter, old chap?" demanded Beaumanoir, strolling into his friend"s dressing room a few minutes later. Lord Adalbert never hurried unless he was on horseback. He was in evening dress, and an opera hat was set rakishly on the back of his head. He was smoking, his hands were thrust into his pockets, and the mere sight of him served again to remind Alec of the larger world in whose daily round Kosnovia and its troubles filled so insignificant a part.
In an oddly jubilant mood, Alec took a pencil and wrote in large characters on Beaumanoir"s immaculate shirt front, "Paris--with care."
His chum read. "The answer is?" he asked.
"We are leaving Delgratz to-night, Berty. That is all."
"You don"t say!" He glanced down at the label. "Is this the address?"
"Yes."
Beaumanoir screwed his cigar firmly into the corner of his mouth. "I am pretty rapid myself, Alec," he grinned; "but you are too sudden altogether. Tell me just what you mean, there"s a dear fellow."
"I take it you don"t want to remain here without me, Berty," said Alec cheerily, "and I am off. I chucked up my job half an hour ago. Joan and Felix started by the mail train that left here at half-past five. We follow at midnight. My mother goes with us. As Bosko is giving her maid a hand in the packing, I must look after my own traps. Nesimir"s servants would talk, which is just what I want to avoid. The two days in the train will give you plenty of time to learn the harrowing details. I have a pretty story for you; but it must wait. I am not cracked, nor sprung, nor trying to be funny; so you need not look at me in that way. I am out of business as a King, for good and all, and the sooner I cross the frontier, the better it will be for my health."
"Honor bright, Alec?"
"Every syllable. Now, get a hustle on!"
There was a tap at the door, and a servant entered with a note for the King. It was from Constantine Beliani, and written in French.
Prince Michael and Count Julius Marulitch have decided that, in the interests of the State, you ought to make a formal abdication of the throne, appointing the former as your successor, with special remainder to Count Julius.
I agree with them that this offers the best way out of an unfortunate situation, and I would respectfully point out the urgency that is attached to the proposal if you still contemplate leaving Delgratz to-night.
Alec bent his brows over this curt missive, which was not couched precisely in the suave words that might be expected from the Greek. Read between the lines, its meaning was significant. Michael and his nephew, hungering for the spoils, had patched up a truce. They were already contemplating another military p.r.o.nunciamento, and Beliani, having made his own terms, was lending his influence.
If their demands were refused, Alec might find himself a prisoner, and the country would be plunged into a revolution. Under different conditions, he would gladly have measured his wits and his popularity against the triumvirate. A call to arms would win him the support of the great majority of the troops and of nearly all the younger officers. But a fight for a throne to which he had no claim was not to be thought of; yet he was adamant in his resolve not to advance the schemes of these rogues by any written statement.
He handed the note to Beaumanoir with a quiet laugh. "There you have the story in a nutsh.e.l.l," he said. "A few minutes ago I became aware that I am not Prince Michael"s son. Although I strove to act fairly, my worthy stepfather is not content. He thinks to force my hand, because he fears the republican idea; but I may best him yet.
"Where is Monsieur Nesimir?" he said to the servant, to whom the English conversation was a sealed book.