"It is a very grave case."
"I can see that--but I know who did what was done as well as who instigated it."
"You were a witness of it, you mean?"
"Of course I mean nothing of the kind. I did not see the blow struck; but I was not asleep at the time; and the instant the alarm was given I was on the spot, and I can identify all concerned."
"Who do you say struck the blow?"
"I did not say. But you know perfectly well the man you sent here to strike it. And so do I."
"You actually charge me with being concerned in having my own brother a.s.sa.s.sinated?" he cried with well a.s.sumed indignation. "It is infamous!"
"Infamous, of course--but true."
"I mean such a charge, madam," he declared, sternly. "I will speak no further with you. You will of course remain here until the agents of the police arrive."
"I have no wish to leave. I tell you I am innocent."
"You at least are found here alone; you admit having fled from the city yesterday and returned surrept.i.tiously; you brought your own man here and sent my brother"s away; you have a motive strong enough to account for all in your resentment of my brother"s treatment of you; and you seek to put the foulness upon me with an elaborate story that you know the man who did this to have been brought here by me."
"It has a very ugly look, I admit--but there is a flaw in it, none the less."
"That is for others to investigate, madam. I will go to the room. It is locked. Where is the key?"
I took it from my pocket and handed it to him.
"Another significant fact," he said, as we went out of the room and crossed the hall. "I will go in alone."
"No, I have a right to be present."
"It is most unseemly; as unseemly as your smile. My poor Karl." He spoke as if he were genuinely dismayed at the blow, sighed deeply, paused to brace himself for the task, and then entered.
The room was gloomy enough to make it impossible to see anything clearly; but I had arranged the sofa pillow on the couch and covered it with the rug.
He was really affected; although not in the way he intended me to believe. He crossed slowly to the couch and stood by it, as if lacking courage to turn back the rug.
I went to the window and drawing the curtain let the blind up and the sunlight in.
He was now very pale, and his hands twitched restlessly.
"You do not dare to look on the brother whose murder you planned," I said, with cold distinctness.
"How dare you say that, at such a time, madam," he cried fiercely; and taking the rug he turned it back gently.
I laughed.
The laugh so enraged him that he tore off the rug and swore a deep, heavy oath.
"What does this mean?"
"That I think we may pull up the rest of the blinds and open the windows and let the fresh air in;" and with another laugh I did as I said.
I turned to find him overcome by the sudden reaction from the strain and the new problem I had set. He was sitting on the couch with his face buried in his hands.
CHAPTER XX
MY ARREST
I stepped out into the sunlight glad of the fresh air in contrast to the dismal closeness of the room. I was quite willing to give Count Gustav a few minutes in which to puzzle over the reasons for the trick I had played him.
He would be quite sure that I had some deep purpose in it all. You can always gamble on it that cunning people will credit you with cunning; and I had said enough to him to cause him profound uneasiness.
It took him longer than I had expected to decide upon his next step; for I had already antic.i.p.ated what that step would be. He would go through with the plan of having me arrested. I was certain of that; because it was the only means, short of murdering me, by which he could ensure my silence.
But the pretext for the arrest was now so flimsy that in making it he would have many difficulties to face--especially when I brought General von Erlanger on to the scene of action. But before I did that, I had some very pointed things to say.
I was perfectly easy in mind now as to the result of the trouble. I was going to win. I felt it. I could afford to be confident; and I took great care that he should see this for himself.
I knew presently that he was watching me closely, so I began to sing light-heartedly. I flitted about from bush to bush and gathered a little bouquet of flowers; and spent some minutes in arranging them, holding them at a distance and viewing them critically with my head on one side--for all the world as though their arrangement were just the one thing that fully engrossed my thoughts.
Then I carried them into the room and touched the bell, telling the woman who answered it to bring me some water; and as I placed them in a vase I said, as if to myself, and with a nonchalant laugh: "They will brighten up my cell wonderfully."
The little p.r.i.c.k of the words irritated him and he scowled.
"I am surprised people call you Gustav of the laughing eyes," I bantered. "You are very handsome, of course, but I have never heard you laugh really gaily."
He forgot sufficiently to swear; and I pretended to be greatly shocked.
"I hope you are not going to be violent; but I thought it just as well you should know there is a woman in the house, and that she should see you. Have you got over your disappointment yet--or do you think the body is in the sofa pillow?"
It was aggravating of course; the truth, flippantly suggested, frequently is; and he was in that mood when small jibes galled.
"You are right in the suggestion--I am thinking what may have been done with my brother"s body."
He thought this would scare and frighten me but I only laughed. "No you are not. You are thinking only how you can connect me with what didn"t occur?"
"Where is my brother?"
"Didn"t I tell you that Madame d"Artelle fled last night; and did I say she went alone?"
"I don"t believe you," he growled, sullenly.
""Of the laughing eyes," indeed," I cried, with a shrug. "Your laughter seems to be dead, even if your brother is alive--perhaps it is because of that."
He very nearly swore again; but he was recovering his wits, if not his temper, and managed to sneer instead.