Leaving all these difficulties to be solved as they arose, I arranged my thick veil and throwing the cloak over my shoulders, hurried out. A footman stood by the carriage door, and I was glad I had thought to put the veil on before leaving the house.
He touched his hat, closed the door, climbed to the box, and we started at a smart pace. For good or ill I was now committed to the matter, and there was no drawing back.
Nor had I any thought or wish except to go through with it. My heart was beating more rapidly than usual, and I was excited; but not frightened. On the contrary, I was full of confidence, full of belief that I was doing the right thing, let the risk to myself be what it might; and convinced that I was taking not only the surest but the shortest road to the end I had in view.
On one thing I was resolved. Count Gustav must not recognize me. That was all in all to me at that moment. If he did, I saw clearly the use he could make of that knowledge.
Not only could he blacken my reputation by saying I had run away with Karl; but he could also use the fact with telling force against Karl himself--that he had married the daughter of Colonel von Dreschler, the murderer of Count Stephen.
Such a thing would suit his plans far better than the complication with Madame d"Artelle, a mere adventuress, with whom no marriage was legally possible. If he but knew it, I was thus playing right into his hands.
But then he did not, and should not know it, until it was too late to be of use to him. He would spread about the story of Karl"s marriage to Madame d"Artelle, only to find that she was on her way hot speed to Berlin at the very time.
And when the time came for the truth to be told--well, I had my plans already laid for his own exposure; and they would keep him busy defending himself.
The carriage rattled through the streets, covering quickly the short distance to the rendezvous in the Radialstra.s.se; and when it drew up I peered out eagerly through the closed window, and then saw that which gave me a profound surprise.
A tall man sauntered past the carriage, scrutinizing it with great earnestness; and as the light from one of the lamps shone on his face, I recognized Colonel Katona.
What could be the meaning of his presence at such a time? Was it more than coincidence? It could not be that. He was a recluse, and rarely if ever left his house to walk in the city. Why should he choose such a night, and such a time, and above all such a place?
I shrank back into the corner of my seat perplexed and anxious--seeking eagerly but vainly for some reason for this most unexpected development. As I sat thus waiting, I saw him presently pa.s.s again, retracing his steps, and scrutinizing the carriage as closely as before. This time he came nearer to the window and tried to peer inside.
A minute afterwards I heard a name called in a brief sharp tone of authority; the footman jumped from the box and opened the door, and I squeezed myself as far from it as possible, as Count Gustav came up, his arm through that of Karl, who was very unsteady and walked with staggering lurching steps.
It was easy to see that if Karl was helpless with liquor, his brother was both pale and agitated. His face was very set; and as he approached, I noticed him glance sharply about him twice--the second time with a start of what I read to be satisfaction.
He made no attempt to enter the carriage, much to my relief: and not a word was spoken by any of us beyond a few guttural incoherencies by Karl, as with his brother"s help he stumbled into the carriage and sat lolling fatuously, his breathing stertorous and heavy with the drink.
The door was slammed, the footman sprang up, and as the carriage wheeled round I saw Colonel Katona again. This time he came out of the gloom and spoke to Count Gustav.
I had no time to see more; but the list of surprises was not completed yet.
We had not driven a hundred yards before Karl sat up, seemed to shake off his stupor, and laughed lazily.
"Well, Henriette, here we are--off at last. But I wonder what in the devil"s name is going to happen next?"
He was neither drunk nor drugged, then; but merely acting. I almost cried out in my astonishment and relief.
But what did it all mean?
CHAPTER XV
AN EMBARRa.s.sING DRIVE
I was so astonished at this turn of matters that I squeezed myself up into as small a s.p.a.ce as possible in the corner of the carriage, a prey to completely baffling perplexity.
The sense of shame with which I had followed his shambling, drunken movements, as he was helped into the vehicle, gave way to a feeling at first of relief, and then of pleasure--both feelings mingled with consummate dismay.
Now that he was in possession of his senses, how was I to act toward him? Under the influence of either opium or drink, he would have been easy enough to deal with; and I could have chosen my own moment to avow myself.
My crude idea had been to get him into the house, let him sleep away the effects, and leave him under the impression that while Madame d"Artelle had been with him in the carriage, I had contrived to get her away. I was not ready to show my hand yet; and a nervous embarra.s.sing fear of what he would think of this act of mine began to possess me.
I was soon worried by another unpleasant thought. While he remained under the impression that I was Madame d"Artelle, I was just an impostor, spying upon the relationship between them, of all parts in the world the most repugnant for me to have to play with him.
"I suppose you"re too surprised to speak?" he said presently. "Is anything the matter?"
I made no answer, except to draw even further into my corner. He noticed it and laughed.
"Bit afraid of me, are you? You needn"t be. I"m not dangerous, even if I"m not drugged. But I have been any time during the last three-and-thirty hours. You see I haven"t seen you, and I haven"t touched it ever since yesterday morning."
There was a bitterness in his tone I had not heard in it before; but the words filled me with pleasure.
"Not since midday yesterday, Henriette. Three-and-thirty hours: nearly two thousand minutes: every minute like an hour of h.e.l.l. You didn"t think I"d got the strength, I know. Neither did Gustav. And I suppose I"m only a fool to have done it--an infernal fool, that"s all. It"s getting easier already; but I"d give ten thousand kronen for a taste now--one little wee taste."
He sat suddenly bolt upright, clenched his fist and flung it out in front of him, and groaned as if the fever of temptation had laid hold of him with irresistible force.
"You don"t seem to care," he said, bitterly, turning to me: and then his voice became strained and tense. "But you"d better. You hear that, Henriette, you"d better. You keep it from me or as there"s a sky above us I wouldn"t trust myself not to kill you."
Impulsively I stretched out my hand and laid it on his arm, as if to calm him. But he shook it off impatiently.
"All that"s pa.s.sed," he cried. "Two thousand hours of h.e.l.l can change a man. They"ve changed me. I can see things now, and mean to see more. That"s why I"ve come on this business. That and----" his voice fell and his head drooped, and with his lazy laugh he murmured--"What a fool I am, just because a girl----" The sentence was left unfinished, and his fingers stole to the pocket as if in search of the drug.
"I must smoke or have it. Not "her sake" nor a million "her sakes"
will keep me from it if I don"t. I shall stop the carriage and get it."
He lit a cigar and held the match up, and peered closely at me until the little flame flickered out. Then he leaned back and puffed fiercely, filling the carriage with the smoke, and making me cough. At that, he let down the window on his side sharply and bent forward that the air might blow on his face.
By the light of the street lamps I saw that his face was drawn and lined as if with the pain and pa.s.sion of the struggle through which he had pa.s.sed.
"Have we far to go?" he asked, raising his voice in consequence of the noise from the open window. I did not answer, and he shrugged his shoulders. "You"re a cheerful companion for a man in my mood," he cried, almost contemptuously, as he closed the window with a shiver of cold.
He leant back in his seat, drew his coat closely about him, and smoked in silence, but with less vehemence. Presently he found the silence oppressive.
"One of us must talk," he said then. "I wonder why I"m here and what the devil will come of it!" he exclaimed, laughing.
I wondered, too, what would come of it; but I held my tongue. I had resolved not to speak during the whole ride if I could avoid it, so as not to reveal myself. And if I could reach the house without his discovering my deception, I saw a way by which I could mislead him.
"What are you wrapped up like that for? Throw your cloak back," he said next, and put out his hand as if to do it. I drew it closer round me. "Then you"re not deaf as well as dumb," he laughed. "What"s the matter with you? I can find a way to make you speak, I think--or you"ve been just play-acting ever since I knew you."
He bent toward me until his face was close to my veil. "You"re not generally afraid to show your face. And you needn"t be, it"s pretty enough. You can hear that I know. A pretty woman never had a deaf ear for a truth like that--and it is truth; no more, no less than the truth. It didn"t need either opium or drink for me to know that, Henriette--though you plied me with plenty of both for that matter.
Can you deny that?"
He paused for me to answer; but I did not; and he leant back in his seat again.
"Yes, you"re a beautiful woman, Henriette, and Gustav"s a very clever, long-headed fellow--but between you, you made a bad mistake. You should have known better than to conjure up that old past of mine. You shouldn"t have had a friend about you with haunting eyes. Heavens, how they haunted me--aye, and haunt me now. Doesn"t that make you speak?
No? Then I"ll tell you more. That girl"s eyes killed at a stroke every thought in my mind about you. More than that--it"s just for her sake, I"ve endured all these hours of h.e.l.l. I can trust you not to tell her that--but it"s true, Henriette, just as true as that you"re a beautiful woman."