He heard nothing, but saw the start I gave. "Why did you start?"
"Nothing," I said, with an effort to keep my voice steady. "I will tell you what I want. Years ago a great wrong was done to a very close and dear relative of mine here in Pesth. I came here to seek justice for his name--for he was left to die in shameful exile, with the wrong unrighted."
"I looked for anything but that; but I"d do more than that for you, much more. Who and what was he?"
He had no suspicion of the truth yet; and when I paused, he misunderstood my hesitation.
"You don"t doubt me?"
"No; but----" I hesitated; and then there came another sound from without. A hand pushed the window frame; and this time Karl heard it.
"What was that?" he asked, and rose from the couch.
"The wind--nothing else."
"There"s no wind," he said. "I"ll see."
I put myself between him and the window. "No, don"t open it. I"ll"--I started and stopped abruptly. I saw something lying on the sofa.
It was just a wisp of faded ribbon. But it was the favour which he had begged of me that night years ago in New York. So he carried it with him always. The colour left my face and I caught my breath.
"You are ill? What"s the matter? You"re not frightened?"
I stretched out a hand and took it up quickly. I was trembling now.
He tried to intercept me and to reach it first.
"You must give that to me, please," he said shortly, almost sternly.
"It is mine. It must have fallen out when Gustav was trying to drag me up."
"It is nothing but a wisp of ribbon," I replied, lightly.
"I"ll give you anything but that," he declared, again sternly.
"No, I will have this. I have a right to it."
He grew angry and his face took a look of such determination as I had not seen on it before. "No. Not that--at any cost." His voice was hoa.r.s.e, but his manner very firm.
Our eyes met. His hard and stern; mine all but smiling.
"I tell you I have a right to it," I said.
"What do you mean?"
I paused.
"That it is mine."
He knew then. His eyes opened wide and his hands clenched as he stepped back a pace, still gazing full at me; and his voice was deep as he answered--
"Then you--my G.o.d--you _are_ Christabel?"
"Yes. I am Christabel von Dreschler--it is my father"s name that has to be cleared."
He made a step toward me, stretching out his arms.
"No, not while that stain remains--if ever."
He stood, his arms still partly outstretched, and gazing at me in silence.
At that moment the pressure of a hand on the window was repeated, and the frame was shaken.
He turned to it again. "I must see what that means," he exclaimed.
"Not if you value your life, or believe that I do."
For a moment he challenged my look, but then yielded.
"As you will, of course--now; for all this is your doing;" and with a smile and a sigh he let me have my way.
CHAPTER XVII
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
I had resolved what to do, and I lost no time.
"You are going to trust me in this and do what I wish?" I asked Karl.
"Yes, of course. You have a right to no less. But what does it mean?"
"You heard the noise at the window?"
"Yes."
"It was not the wind. Some one was attempting to open it. I am going to find out who it is and why they are there."
"How?"
"By stratagem. I wish you to go upstairs and remain there until I call you."
"Why should I do that?" he asked, hesitating and perplexed.
"Because I ask you. You will do it?"
"I don"t like it--but if you insist, I promise."
"Before you go I wish you to lie on the couch there while my servant comes here and does what I will tell him; and you will act as though you were bidding him good-night--but as if you were still drugged."