"Monsieur Mender," hurried on Dalny, "you recall that evening on the Casino veranda at Monte Carlo? You and I, as we approached a little grove of potted trees, talked rather more incautiously than we should have done."
"It was an indiscretion, true," nodded the white-haired Mender thoughtfully.
"And, afterwards, as you know, I told you I thought I heard someone move behind those little trees."
"And so--?"
"I suspect, Monsieur Mender, that it was Ensign Darrin, of the battleship "Hudson," who stood behind those trees, and who overheard us."
"I wish I knew if such were the case," replied M. Mender huskily, his face paling with anxiety.
"If Darrin overheard our talk, he doubtless reported it to his superior officers," declared Dalny.
"Unquestionably--if he really heard," admitted Mender.
"Then that pair of young officers, for they are close friends, must have been sent ash.o.r.e to see if they could get track of the numerous party whom you direct, my dear Monsieur Mender."
"You believe that the two young American officers are ash.o.r.e in Naples as spies upon us?" questioned Mender, his tone cold and deadly.
"It would seem so," Dalny answered readily.
"In that case--" began Mender, slowly, then paused.
"In that case--what?" demanded Dalny, after waiting a few moments while his chief reflected.
"It would mean that the Italian authorities, as soon as informed of what is suspected against us, would send out their keenest men to locate us, and then we should be arrested."
"What could be done to us?" queried Dalny.
"In these war days not very much evidence is required against men who are accused of being spies, my excellent Dalny. We might or we might not be accorded a trial, but one thing is quite sure; we would be shot to death on the charge of being spies."
As he p.r.o.nounced these significant words Mender shrugged his shoulders. His manner was cool, one would have said almost unconcerned.
"You are right," agreed the younger plotter. "The Italians, like all the other peoples engaged in this war, hate spies bitterly, and would be quick to mete out death to us."
"It would be desirable," Mender proceeded, "to prevent the young officers from going back aboard their ship."
"How?" asked Dalny, bluntly.
Mender laughed, cold-bloodedly, in a low tone.
"In Naples," he explained, "there are, as you know, my dear Dalny, hundreds of bravos, some of whom are the most desperate fellows in the world--men who would stick at nothing to earn a few _lira_. And they will ask no awkward questions as to which country they serve in aiding us."
"Then you would have Darrin and Dalzell seized, by night, by some of these bravos, and carried away to a secure place where they could be confined until your plans have been carried through?" inquired Dalny, thoughtfully.
"It is always dangerous to have banditti seize men and hide them away, especially in a country that is engaged in war," replied Mender, slowly. "Now, if, in one of the narrow, dark streets of Old Naples, these young Americans were settled by a few quiet thrusts with the blade, their bodies might then be dropped into a sewer. The bodies might not be found for weeks. On the other hand, captives, no matter how securely hidden, may find means to escape, and all our care in the matter would go for naught. Besides, these Sicilian bravos of Naples much prefer to settle a man with one or two quick thrusts with a narrow blade, and then--But what is the matter, Dalny? Does the use of the knife terrify you?"
"No!" replied Dalny, huskily. "I was merely thinking that, if a man like either Darrin or Dalzell escaped from a knife, after seeing its flash, and if he suspected me of being behind the attempt, either young man would be likely to lay hold of me and snap my spine."
"If you are fearful of the chances and of the possible consequences, Dalny," replied Mender coldly, "you may withdraw."
"No, no, no!" protested Dalny quickly. "You are my chief, Monsieur Mender, and whatever you wish I shall do."
Mender puffed for a few moments at a Russian cigarette, before he again spoke.
"Dalny," he said, "you may be sure I do not distrust either your loyalty or your courage. Go back to your Americans. Detain them as long as needful at the table, no matter by what arts. Within twenty minutes I shall have a leader of Neapolitan bravos here, and I shall have a plan to unfold to him. Then he will go and post his men. You will receive instructions from me that you cannot mistake. You are right in fearing Darrin and Dalzell. We can afford to take no chances.
That pair of young American officers shall have no chance of reporting our presence in Naples to their superior officers. Sooner than permit the least risk of interference with our plans I shall remove them from our way."
"Darrin and Dalzell are to be killed, then?" asked Dalny hoa.r.s.ely.
"They shall be snuffed out," replied Mender, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "Go, Dalny, and do your part as far as you have heard it from me. I will attend to the rest. Do not be uneasy."
Dalny made a low bow before his cold-blooded chief, then left the private room, returning to Ensigns Darrin and Dalzell, whose death, under the knives of cowardly treachery, he must do his best to help bring about!
CHAPTER X
TREACHERY HAS THE FLOOR
"You will not have much time for sight-seeing, I am afraid," Count Surigny was saying, as Monsieur Dalny soft-footedly returned to the table.
"I do not know how much time we shall have," Dave answered.
"If you have but little time, then it will be most unfortunate," spoke Dalny softly, with his engaging smile. "Naples is vastly rich in things that are worth while seeing."
"We are not likely to have the time to see many of them," Darrin answered.
"That is most unfortunate," replied the Count, in a regretful tone.
"Yet there is a way to partly overcome that misfortune," suggested Mr.
Dalny.
"How, Monsieur?" inquired Darrin, turning his gaze on the face of the international plotter.
"Why, secure a good guide, engage a carriage drawn by good horses, and then move from point to point as fast as possible," replied Dalny. "I know Naples well. Perhaps I can offer my services for, say, this evening."
"Are the public places of interest likely to be open in the evening?"
questioned Dave.
"Not the museums," admitted M. Dalny. "But there are many other things to be seen. Naples has several beautiful parks. Some of them contain notable statues. These parks are the nightly resort of all cla.s.ses of the Italian community, who are always worth observing. Then, too, there are many curious glimpses to be had of the night life of the underworld of Naples. In a word, Monsieur Darrin, there are enough night sights, of one kind and another, to fill profitably a month in Naples. And, as I know the city, you may command me. I will be your guide. Shall we go to-night?"
"Where could we go, with the most advantage in the matter of sight-seeing?" Dave asked.
"Out toward Vomero," suggested young Count Surigny.