"What about the car, Phin?"
Examining his wrist watch, Phinuit drew near his employer. "Jules should not need more than half an hour now, monsieur."
Was there, in this employment of French to respond to a question couched in English, the suggestion of a subtle correction? From employe to employer? If not, why must d.u.c.h.emin have thought so? If so, why did Monk, without betraying a sign of feeling the reproof, continue in French?
"Did Jules say half an hour?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"My G.o.d!" Monk addressed the company: "If I were pressed for time, I would rather have one of Jules" half-hours than anybody else"s hour and a half."
"Let us hope, however," the Comtesse de Lorgnes interposed sweetly, "by that time this so dreadful tempest will have moderated."
"One has that hope," her husband uttered in a sepulchral voice.
"But, if the storm continue," Madame de Sevenie said, "you must not think of travelling farther--on such a night. The chateau is large, there is ample accommodation for all..."
There was a negligible pause, during which d.u.c.h.emin saw the long lashes of the Comtesse de Lorgnes curtain momentarily her disastrous violet eyes: it was a sign of a.s.sent. Immediately it was followed by the least of negative movements of her head. She was looking directly at Phinuit, who, so far as d.u.c.h.emin could see, made no sign of any sort, who neither spoke nor acted on the signals which, indubitably, he had received. On the other hand, it was Monk who acknowledged the proffered courtesy.
"Madame de Sevenie is too good, but we could not dream of imposing ...
No, but truly, madame, I am obliged to ask my guests to proceed with me to Millau to-night regardless of the weather. Important despatches concerning my business await me there; I must consider them and reply by cable to-night without fail. It is really of the most pressing necessity. Otherwise we should be honoured..."
Madame de Sevenie inclined her head. "It must be as monsieur thinks best."
"But Monsieur Monk!" madame la comtesse exclaimed with vivacity: "do you know what I have just discovered? You and Madame de Montalais are compatriots. She is of your New York. You must know each other."
"I have been wondering," Monk admitted, bowing to Eve, "if it were possible I could be misled by a strong resemblance."
Eve turned to him with a look of surprise. "Yes, monsieur?"
"It is many years ago, you were a young girl then, if it was truly you, madame; but I have a keen eye for beauty, I do not soon forget it ... I was in the private office of my friend, Edmund Anstruther, of Cottier"s, one afternoon, selecting a trinket with his advice, and--"
"That was my father, monsieur."
"Then it was you, madame; I felt sure of it. You came in unannounced, to see your father. He made me known to you as a friend of his, and requested you to wait in an adjoining office. But that was not necessary, I had already made up my mind, I left almost immediately. Do you by any chance remember?"
The effort of the memory knitted Eve"s brows; but in the end she shook her head. "I am sorry, monsieur--"
"But why should you be? Why should you have remembered me? You were a young girl, then, as I say, and I already a man of middle age. You saw me once, for perhaps two minutes. It would have been a miracle had I remained in your memory for as long as a single day. Nevertheless, _I_ remembered."
"I am so glad to meet a friend of my father"s, monsieur."
"And I to recall myself to his daughter. I have often wondered ...
Would you mind telling me something, Madame de Montalais?"
"If I can..."
"Your father and I entertained one pa.s.sion in common, one which he was better able than I to gratify, for good diamonds and emeralds. I have often wondered what became of his collection. He had some superb stones."
"I inherited them, monsieur."
"They did not find their way into Cottier"s stock, then?"
The Comtesse de Lorgnes gave a gesture of excitement. "But what a fortunate woman! You truly have those magnificent emeralds, those almost matchless diamonds, of which one has heard--the Anstruther collection?"
"I have them, Madame la Comtesse," said Eve with a smiling nod--"yes."
"But, one presumes, in Paris, in some impregnable strong-box."
"No, madame, here."
"But not here, Madame de Montalais!" To this Eve gave another nod and smile. "But are you not afraid--?"
"Of what, madame? That they will be stolen? No. They have been in my possession for years--indeed, I should be unhappy otherwise, for I have inherited my father"s fondness for them--and n.o.body has ever even attempted to steal them."
"But what of the affair at Montpellier the other night?" enquired the Comte de Lorgnes--"that terrible attack upon you of which Madame de Sevenie has just told us? Surely you would call that an attempt to steal."
"Simple highway robbery, if you like, monsieur le comte. But even had it proved successful, I had very few jewels with me. All that mattered, all that I would have minded losing, were here, in a safe place."
"Nevertheless," said Monk--"if you will permit me to offer a word of advice--I think you are very unwise."
"It may be, monsieur."
"Nonsense!" Madame de Sevenie declared. "Who would dare attempt to burglarise the Chateau de Montalais? Such a thing was never heard of."
"There is always the first time for everything, Madame," Monk suggested gently. "I fancy it was your first experience of the sort, at Montpellier."
"A rascally chauffeur from Paris, a few low characters of the department. Since the war things are not as they were."
"That is the very reason why I suggest, madame--"
"But, monsieur, I a.s.sure you all my life I have lived at Montalais.
Monsieur le cure will tell you I know every face hereabouts. And I know that these poor country-folk, these good-natured dolts of peasants have not the imagination, much less the courage--"
"But what of criminals from outside, from the great cities, from London and Paris and Berlin? They have the imagination, the courage, the skill; and if they ever get wind of the fortune Madame de Montalais keeps locked up here..."
"What of the Lone Wolf?" the Comtesse de Lorgnes added. "I have heard that one is once more in France."
d.u.c.h.emin blinked incredulously at the speaker. "But when did you hear that, madame la comtesse?"
"Quite recently, monsieur."
"I had understood that the monsieur in question had long since retired."
"Only for the duration of the war, monsieur, I am afraid."
"It is true, according to all reports," the Comte de Lorgnes said: "Monsieur Lanyard--that was the name, was it not?"
"If memory serves, monsieur le comte," d.u.c.h.emin agreed.