"Oh, no, Phil! Really, you don"t know how it embarra.s.ses me--"
"I"ll go away to-night, if you say you don"t want to see me at all, Dorothy," he said, seriously, rising and standing before her.
"I don"t mean that. You know I want to see you--for old times" sake."
"I shall go, nevertheless, if you merely hint that I am unwelcome."
She arose and suddenly gave him her hand.
"You are not unwelcome, and you are foolish to speak in that manner," she said, seriously.
"And your mother?"
"She must endure what I endure."
"Somewhere Baedeker says that the Bois de la Cambre is the finest park in Brussels," said he, his eyes gleaming.
"I am quite sure Baedeker is reliable," she agreed, with a smile.
"At three o"clock to-morrow afternoon, then, I will come for you.
Will you remember me to your mother and tell her I am sorry not to see her to-day? Good-bye!"
She followed him to the door, and when he sped lightly down the steps there was a broad smile on the face of each. He turned and both laughed outright. "Where there"s a will, there"s a way," she mused, as she went to her room upstairs. An hour later her daily letter to the prince was ready for the post. The only allusion to the visitor of the morning was: "Mr. Quentin--our New York friend, you will remember--made us a brief call this morning. He is quite undecided as to the length of his stay here, but I hope you will be here to see him."
Then, dismissing Quentin from her mind, she sat down to dream of the one great event in her life--this wonderful, glorious wedding in old St. Gudule"s. Already her trousseau was on a fair way to completion.
She gave no thought to the fortune that these gowns were to cost, she considered not the glories she was to reap by becoming a real princess, she dwelt not on the future before her, for she knew she was to be happy with Ugo. Instead, she dreamed only of the "color scheme" that was to make memorable her wedding procession.
In her mind"s eye she saw the great church thronged with the most brilliant, ill.u.s.trious a.s.semblage it had ever held (she was quite sure no previous gathering could have been more august), and a smile of pride came to her lips. The great chorus, the procession, the lights, the incomprehensible combination of colors, the chancel, the flowers, her wedding gown, and Ugo"s dark, glowing face rushed in and out of her vision as she leaned back in her chair and--almost forgot to breathe. The thought of Ugo grew and grew; she closed her eyes and saw him at her side as they walked proudly from the altar with the good bishop"s blessing and the song of the choir in their ears, the swelling of love in their souls. So vivid became the dream of his presence that she could almost feel his hand touching hers: she felt her eyes turn toward him, with all that great crowd watching, and her heart quivered with pa.s.sion as his dark, happy eyes burnt through to her very soul. Somehow she heard distinctly the whisper, "My wife!"
Suddenly a strange chill came over this idle, happy dream, and she opened her eyes with a start, Ugo"s face fading away like a flash.
The thought had rushed in like a stab from a dagger. Would Philip Quentin be there, and would he care? Would he care?
X. TWO IN A TRAP
"Th" juke sent his card up, sir," said Turk, his master was once more in his rooms at the Bellevue. Turk was looking eminently respectable in a new suit of blue serge.
"When?" asked Phil, glancing at Laselli"s card. He had forgotten the Italian, and the sight of his name recalled the plot unpleasantly.
""Bout eleven o"clock. I watched him leave th" hotel an" go down that street over there--th" same one you took a little earlier."
"Watching me, I suspect. Haven"t seen that detective fellow, have you, Turk? You ought to be able to scent a detective three miles away."
"I can"t scent in this language, sir."
Early in the evening, as Quentin was leaving the hotel for a short stroll, he met the duke. The Italian accosted him familiarly and asked if he were trying to find a cool spot.
"I thought a ride on the tramcars might cool me off a bit,"" said Phil.
"I know the city quite well, and I, too, am searching for relief from the heat. Do you object to company in your ride or stroll?"
"Happy to have you, I a.s.sure you. If you"ll be good enough to wait here for a moment, till I find my stick, I"ll be with you." The duke bowed politely, and Phil hastened back to his rooms. He secured his stick, and did more. Like a wise young man, he bethought himself of a possible trap, and the quest of the stick gave him the opportunity to instruct Turk to follow him and the duke and to be where he was needed in case of an emergency.
The tall, fresh-faced American in his flannels, and the short, bearded Italian in his trim frock coat and silk hat strolled leisurely forth into the crowded Place du Palais.
"Shall we walk awhile and then find a cafe where we may have something to drink?" asked the duke, his English so imperfect that no writer could reproduce it.
"I am in your hands, and at your mercy," said the other, clinging close to him as they merged into the crowd.
"May I ask if you have many friends in Brussels?" Under the politeness of the inquiry Quentin, with amus.e.m.e.nt, saw the real interest. Looking calmly into the Italian"s beady eyes, he said:
"I know but four persons here, and you are included in the list. My servant is another. Mrs. and Miss Garrison are old and particular friends, you know. In fact, my dear duke, I don"t believe I should have come to Brussels at all were they not here."
"They are most charming and agreeable," murmured the duke. "This is such a frightful crowd Shall we not cross to the other side?"
"What"s the use? I used to play football--you don"t know what that is, I suppose--and I"ll show you how to get through a mob. Get in front--that"s right--and I"ll bring up in the rear." Laughing to himself, he brought his big frame up against the little man"s back and surged forward. Sure enough, they went "through the mob," but the duke was the volley end of the battering ram. Never in all his life had he made such hurried and seemingly unnecessary progress through a blockading crowd of roisterers. When they finally went lunging into the half-deserted Rue de la Madeleine, his silk hat was awry, his composure was ruffled, and he was very much out of breath.
Phil, supremely at ease, heaved a sigh of satisfaction, drawing from the Italian a half-angry, half-admiring glance.
"Much easier than I thought," said Quentin, puffing quietly at his cigar.
"We did it very nicely," agreed the other, with a brave effort to equal the American"s unconcern. Nevertheless, he said to himself many times before they reached the broad Boulevard Ans.p.a.ch, that never had he taken such "a stroll," and never had he known how little difference there was between a steam and a human propeller.
He almost forgot, as they sat at a small, table in front of a cafe, to inst.i.tute his diplomatic search for the real object of the American"s presence in Brussels.
It was twelve o"clock when they returned to the hotel, after a rather picturesque evening in the gay cafes.
Here is what the keen little Italian deduced: Quentin was to remain in Brussels until he took a notion to go somewhere else; Quentin had seen the prince driving on the Paris boulevards; the Bois de la Cambre offers every attraction to a man who enjoys driving; the American slept with a revolver near his pillow, and his manservant had killed six or seven men in the United States because of his marvellous skill with the pistol; Quentin was a most unsophisticated young man, with honesty and innocence in his frank eyes, although they sometimes grew rather searching; he could only be overcome by cunning; he was in love with Miss Garrison.
Quentin"s conclusions: Laselli was a liar and an a.s.s; Prince Ugo would be in Brussels within ten days; he was careless with the hearts of women and cruel with their love; French detectives are the best in the world, the most infallible; Miss Garrison loved the very ground the prince trod upon. He also discovered that the duke could drink wine as a fish drinks water, and that he seldom made overtures to pay for it until his companion had the money in hand, ready to do so.
Turk was waiting for him when he reached his rooms, and Turk was not amiable. A very attractive, innocent and demure young lady, who could not speak English except with her hands and eyes, had relieved him of a stickpin and his watch while he sat with her at a table not far from the man he was protecting with his vaunted "eagle eye."
"An" she swiped "em right under me nose, an" me eyes square on her, too. These people are too keen for me. They ain"t a fairy in New York that could "a" touched me without d" dope, lemme tell you. I t"ought I knowed a t"ing er two, but I don"t know b.u.t.tons from fishhooks. I"m d" easiest t"ing "at ever went to Sunday school."
It was with a flushed, rebellious face that Miss Garrison stepped into the victoria the next afternoon for the drive to the Bois de la Cambre. She had come from a rather trying tilt with her mother, and, as they drove off between the rows of trees, she felt that a pair of flaming eyes were levelled from a certain upstairs window in the Avenue Louise. The Biblical admonition to "honor thy father and thy mother" had not been entirely disregarded by this willful young lady, but it had been stretched to an unusual limit for the occasion. She felt that she was very much imposed upon by circ.u.mstances in the shape of an unreasonable mother and an inconvenient friend.
Mr. Quentin, more in love than ever, and more deeply inspired by the longing to win where reason told him he must fail, did not flatter himself into believing that Mrs. Garrison wholly approved of the drive. Instead, he surmised from the beginning that Dorothy"s flushed cheeks were not from happiness, but from excitement, and that he was not altogether a shadowy cause. With rare tact he plunged at once to the bottom of the sea of uncertainty and began to struggle upward to the light, preferring such a course to the one where you start at the top, go down and then find yourself powerless to get back to the surface.
"Was your mother very much annoyed when you said you were coming out with me?" he asked. She started and a queer little tinge of embarra.s.sment sprang into her eyes.
"How absurd!" she said, readily, however. "Isn"t the avenue beautiful?"
"I don"t know--yet," he said, without looking at the avenue. "What did she say?" Miss Garrison did not reply, but looked straight ahead as if she had not heard him. "See here, Dorothy, I"m not a child and I"m not a lovesick fool. Just curious, that"s all. Your mother has no cause to be afraid of me--"
"You flatter yourself by imagining such a thing as--"
"--because there isn"t any more danger that I shall fall in love with you than there is of--of--well, of your falling in love with me; and you know how improbable--"