My blood seethed with anger at the insult. Nothing could have fired my eagerness more effectively to begin the drama of my new life. If I didn"t punish each of those three for that insult, it should be because death stepped in to stop me.
"I am glad we met them," said I, smiling. "I shall know now which is my adversary to-morrow, and shan"t pink the wrong man by mistake. But you look a bit scared, Olga."--I saw she was very pale.
"I am afraid of that man," she answered. "He is a man of good family and great wealth, and has a lot of influence in certain circles. He is an ugly enemy."
"Ugly, he certainly is," said I, lightly, speaking of his face.
"I mean dangerous," replied the girl seriously.
"I know you do, child," I answered, as naturally as if she were really my sister. "But we"ll wait till we talk this over after to-morrow morning. I tell you what I"ll promise you as a treat. You shall breakfast with me, or rather I"ll breakfast with you to-morrow, and tell you at first hand all about the meeting. You have been a little too anxious about me."
"I am afraid that might occasion remark," she replied with the demure look I had noticed once or twice before. "You know that you have not always been an attentive brother, Alexis: and it is not good acting to overdo the part:" and she threw me a little smile and a glance.
I laughed and answered:--"That may be: but I"ve changed since the morning, as I told you before."
"Very well, then. You remember of course that aunt never gets up early enough to have breakfast with me--but you shall come if"--and here the light died right out of her face and her underlip trembled so that she had to bite it to keep it steady--"if all goes well, as I pray it may."
"You are a good sister, and need have no fear. I am not made of the stuff to go down before that bully"s sword. So get ready my favourite dish--whatever that may be--and I"ll promise to do justice to it."
"Here are your rooms," she said, a moment later, as she stopped before a large wide house. "They are on the ground floor with those windows.
But before we go in, remember your manservant"s name is Vosk, and he is a very sharp fellow. And please let me give you a word of warning.
Alexis has not only not been attentive to me, but his manner has often been very brusque and--oh, if you had had sisters you would know how brothers behave. They don"t mind turning their backs on one; they contradict, and interrupt and laugh at one; treat one as a convenience, and are rude. They don"t in the least mind hiding their affection under the garb of indifference and contempt, and all that."
"Am I to treat you with contempt, then?" I asked with a grin.
"I think you should be a little more brusque," she replied, laughing and blushing. She was really a very jolly little sister.
"I shall get into it all in a day or two, perhaps."
"You had better try. Vosk is very sharp indeed."
"All right, I"ll find means somehow to dull his wits."
We went in and I then tried to put a little more bluntness into my manner and to play the brother.
The man was in his room when I entered and started when he saw the change in my appearance. I caught his vigilant eye glance sharply at the pattern and cut of my clothes.
"Does your face hurt you now, Alexis?" asked Olga.
I understood her and answered in a somewhat surly tone, putting my hand to my left cheek. "No, not so much now; but it was an infernally silly joke to play. It"s cost me my beard and a suit of clothes. A good thing it wasn"t a uniform. Put out something for me to wear, Vosk," I said sharply to the man.
He looked at me again very keenly, but went at once to do what I ordered. Olga and I went into the chief sitting room--there were two leading one out of the other--and sat down. The man"s manner had reminded me of several things. Very soon I made an excuse and sent him out.
"You must tell me all about the clothes I have to wear at different functions," I said. "Vosk saw that these were not out of my wardrobe proper, and while he"s out, I"ll hurry and change them, and we"ll see how the uniforms fit me. A mistake may spoil everything at the last moment."
I ran into the bedroom and slipped into the undress uniform the man had laid ready. To my supreme satisfaction I found that they fitted me fairly well; and though they required some touches here and there, they would pa.s.s muster as my own. I tried on also some of the other uniforms I saw in the room; and wearing one of them, I went back to my "sister."
She cried out in her astonishment:--"My brother Alexis to the life."
"Your brother Alexis to the death," I answered so earnestly that she coloured as I took her hand and kissed it. Then in a lighter tone I added, "Uniforms make all men of anything like the same figure look alike. It"s fortunate that your brother"s an army man." Then we chatted for some minutes until I thought it prudent to change back again into the undress uniform that Vosk had put out.
Then I took a lesson in uniforms and questioned Olga until she had told me all that she herself knew about them.
CHAPTER III.
MY SECONDS.
I walked with my sister to her home, and then returned to my rooms and sat down to think out seriously and in detail the extraordinary position into which I had fallen.
The more I considered it the more I liked it, and I am bound to add the more dangerous it seemed. Obviously it was one thing to be mistaken for a man and to pa.s.s for him for a few minutes or hours: but it was quite another to take up his life where he had dropped it and play the part day by day and week after week. There must be a thousand threads of the existence of which no one but himself could know, yet each would have to be laid correctly in continuation of the due pattern of his life; or discovery would follow.
Here lay my difficulty, and for a time I did not see a way round it or through it or under it. So far as I could judge by all that my sister had told me, the resemblance between the real Alexis and myself was strictly limited to physical qualities. A freak of nature had made us counterparts of one another in size, look, complexion, voice, and certain gestures. But it stopped there. My other self was a subtle, cunning, intriguing, traitorous conspirator, and very much of a coward: while I--well, I was not that.
I come of a very old Cornish family with many of the Celtic characteristics most strongly developed. I believe that I have a certain amount of mother wit or shrewdness, but no process that was ever known or tried with me was sufficient to drive into me even sufficient learning to enable me to sc.r.a.pe through a career. I was the despair first of the Russian schoolmasters for over ten years, and next of all the English tutors who took me in hand during the next ten. I went to a large English school, and was expelled, after a hundred sc.r.a.pes, because I learnt nothing. I tried to cram for Oxford, but never could get through Smalls; and the good old Master, who loved a strong man, almost cried when, after two years of ploughs, he had to send me down, when I was the best oar in the eight, the smartest field and hardest hitter in the eleven, the fastest mile and half-mile in the Varsity, and one of the three strongest men in all Oxford.
But I had to go, and I went to an army crammer to try and be stuffed for the service. I never had a chance with the books; but I carried all before me in every possible form of sport. It was there I picked up my fencing and revolver shooting. It became a sort of pa.s.sion with me. I could use the revolver like a trickster and shoot to a hair"s breadth; while with either broadsword or rapier I could beat the fencing master all over the school. However, I was beaten by the examiners and my couple of years" work succeeded only in giving my muscles the hardness of steel and flexibility of whipcord. I am not a big man, nearly two inches under 6ft, but at that time I had never met anyone who could beat me in any trial where strength, endurance, or agility was needed. But these would not satisfy the examiners, so I gave up all thought of getting into the army that way.
I tried the ranks, therefore, and joined a regiment in which a couple of brainless family men had enlisted, as a step toward a commission.
But I was only in for six months: and my surprise is that I stopped so long. There was a beast of a sergeant--a strong fellow in his way who had been c.o.c.k of the dunghill until I came--and after I"d thrashed him first with the single-sticks, and then with the gloves, and in a wrestling bout had given him a taste of our Cornish methods, he marked me out for special petty illtreatment. It came to a climax one day when a couple of dozen of us were sent off on a train journey. I left on the platform some bit of the gear. He noticed it and bringing it to the carriage window, flung it in at me and, with a sneer and a big coa.r.s.e oath, cried:--"D"ye think I"m here to wet-nurse you, you d.a.m.nation great baby?" And he waited a moment with the sneer still on his face: and he didn"t wait in vain, either. Forgetting all about discipline and thinking only of his insult, I flung out my left and hit him fair on the mouth, sending him down like a ninepin. Then I picked up my things and went straight away to report myself to the officer in charge of us. There was a big row, with the result that the sergeant was reduced to the ranks, and I was allowed to buy myself out, being given plainly to understand that if I stayed in, my chance of a commission was as good as lost. This closed my army career.
For a few years I was at a loose end altogether--a man of action without a sphere. Then the natural result followed. I fell madly in love with my best friend"s sister, Edith Balestier. I cursed my folly in having wasted my life, and filled the air with vows that I would set to work to increase my income of 250 a year to an amount such as would let me give her a home worthy of her. She loved me. I know that. But her mother didn"t; and in the end, the mother won. Edith tossed me over ruthlessly, while I was away for a couple of months; and all in a hurry she married another man for his t.i.tle and money.
It was only the old tale. I knew that well enough; but it seemed to break my last hope. Everything I"d ever really wanted, I"d always failed to get. I was like a lunatic; and vowed I"d kill myself after I"d punished the woman who"d done worse than kill me.
I thought out a scheme and played it shrewdly enough. I shut the resolve out of sight, and laughed and jibed as though I felt no wound.
And I waited. The chance came surely enough. I went down to a dance at a place a bit out of town and took my revolver with me. After a waltz I led my Lady Cargill out into the shrubbery and when she least suspected what I was about, whipped out the weapon and told her what I was going to do. She knew me well enough to feel I was in deadly earnest; but she made no scene, such as another woman might. Her white beauty held my hand an instant, and in that time her husband, Sir Philip, came up. Then I had a flash of genius. I knew he was as jealous as a man could be and as he had known nothing of my relations with Edith, like many another self-sufficient idiot, he imagined she had loved him and no one else. I opened his eyes that night. Keeping him in control with the pistol, I made him hear the whole pa.s.sionful story of her love for me from her own lips; and I shall never forget how the white of his craven fear changed to the dull grey of a sickened heart as he heard. At a stroke it killed my desire to kill. I had had a revenge a thousand times more powerful. I had made the wife see the husband"s craven poltroonery, and the husband the wife"s heart infidelity; and I let them live for their mutual distrust and punishment.
A month later I stood on the Moscow platform, my back turned on England for ever, my face turned war-wards, and my heart ready for any devilment that might offer, when my fate was tossed topsy-turvy into a cauldron of welcome dangers, promising death and certainly calculated to give me that distraction from my own troubles which I desired so keenly.
I was thus ready enough to take up my new character in earnest and play it to the end. If I were discovered, it could not mean more than death; while there were possibilities in it which might have very different results. War with Turkey was a certainty, and at such a time I should be able to find my sphere, and might be able to carve for myself a position.
It was clear that Alexis had so far been known as a very different man from the kind that produces good soldiers: but men sometimes reform suddenly, and the new Alexis would be cast in a quite different mould.
The difficulty was to invent a pretext for the sudden change; and in regard to this a good idea occurred to me.
I resolved to say that I had had an ugly accident and a great fright, and to connect this with the shaving of my beard and moustache. To pretend that the mishap had effected as complete a change in my nature as in my appearance: as if my brain had been in some way affected. I mapped out a very boldly defined course of eccentric conduct which would be not altogether inconsistent with some such mental disturbance.
I would be moody, silent, reserved, and yet subject to gusts and fits of uncontrollable pa.s.sion and anger: desperate in all matters touching courage, and contemptuously intolerant of any kind of interference. I knew that my skill with the sword and pistol would soon win me respect and a reputation, while any mistakes I made would be set down to eccentricity. I was drawing from life--a French officer whom I had known stationed at Rouen: evidently a man with a past which no one even dared to question. I calculated that in this way I should make time to choose my permanent course.
I soon had an opportunity of setting to work.
The officer who, as Olga had told me, was to be my chief second in the morning, Lieutenant Essaieff, came to see me. He was immensely surprised at the change in my appearance, scanned me very curiously and indeed suspiciously, and asked the cause.
"Drink or madness?" he put it laconically, in that tone of contempt with which one speaks to a distrusted servant or a disliked acquaintance.
Even my friends held me cheap, it seemed.
"Neither drink nor madness, if you please," said I, very sternly, eyeing him closely. "But a miracle."