"Polite old codger," observed Anguish.
"His company manners. Just let him get you in d" sweatbox, if you t"ink he"s polite."
"Ever been there?"
"Well," a little confusedly, "I pasted a Graustark baggage-smasher down in d" yards two weeks ago, an" dey had me up. I proved d" feller insulted a lady, an" old Dangloss let me off, sayin" I"d ought to have a medal. Dese guys are great on gallantry when ladies is concerned. If it hadn"t been fer dat, I"d be in d" lock-up now. An" say, you ought to see d" lock-up! It"s a tower, wid dungeons an" all dat sort of t"ing. A man couldn"t no more get out "n" he could fly up to d" monastery. Dey"re great on law an" order here, too. D" Princess has issued strictest kind of rules an" everybody has to live up to "em like as if dey was real gospel. I t"ought I"d put you next, gents, so"s you wouldn"t be doin"
anyt"ing crooked here."
"Thanks," said Lorry, drily. "We shall try to conduct ourselves discreetly in the city."
Probably a quarter mile farther down the narrow, level street they came to the bazaars, the gaudy stores, and then the hotel. It was truly a hostelry to inspire respect and admiration in the mind of such as Sitzky, for it was huge and well equipped with the modern appointments.
As soon as the two Americans had been given their rooms, they sent for their luggage. Then they went out to the broad piazza, with its columns and marble bal.u.s.trades, and looked for Sitzky, remembering their invitation to drink. The guard had refused to enter the hotel with them, urging them to allow him to remain on the piazza. He was not there when they returned, but they soon saw him. On the sidewalk he was arguing with a white-uniformed police guard, and they realized that he had been ejected from sacred precincts.
They promptly rescued him from the officer, who bowed and strode away as soon as they interceded.
"Dese fellers is slick enough to see you are swells and I"m not," said Sitzky, not a bit annoyed by his encounter. "I"ll bet my head "at inside ten minutes old Dangloss will know who you are, where you come from an"
what you"re doin" here."
"I"ll bet fifty heads he won"t find out what we"re doing here," grinned Anguish, looking at Lorry. "Well, let"s hunt up the thirst department."
They found the little apartment in which drinks were served at tables, and before they said good-by to Sitzky in front of the hotel, a half hour later, that worthy was in exceeding good humor and very much flushed in the face. He said he would be back in two days, and if they needed him for any purpose whatever, they could reach him by a note at the railway station.
"Funny how you run across an American in every nook and corner of the world," mused Lorry, as they watched the stocky ex-man-o"warsman stroll off towards his hotel.
"If we can run across the Guggenslockers as easily, we"ll be in luck.
When shall we begin the hunt? Tonight?"
"We can make a few inquiries concerning them. They certainly are people of importance here."
"I don"t see the name on any of the brewery signs around town," observed Anguish, consolingly. "There"s evidently no Guggenslocker here."
They strolled through the streets near the hotel until after six o"clock, wondering at the quaint architecture, the pretty gardens and the pastoral atmosphere that enveloped the city. Everybody was busy, contented, quiet and happy. There was no bustle or strife, no rush, no beggars. At six they saw hundreds of workingmen on the streets, going to their homes; shops were closed and there came to their ears the distant boom of cannon, evidently fired from different points of the compa.s.s and from the highland as well as the lowland.
"The toy army is shooting off the good-night guns," speculated Anguish.
"I suppose everybody goes to bed now.
"Or to dinner," subst.i.tuted Lorry, and they returned to the Regengetx.
The dining hall was s.p.a.cious and beautiful, a mixture of the oriental and the mediaeval. It rapidly filled.
"Who the d.i.c.kens can all these people be? They look well," Anguish whispered, as if he feared their nearest neighbors might understand his English.
"They are unquestionably of the cla.s.s in which we must expect to find the Guggenslockers."
Before the meal was over the two strangers saw that they were attracting a great deal of attention from the other guests of the house. The women, as well as the men, were eyeing them and commenting quite freely, it was easy to see. These two handsome, smooth-faced young Americans were as men from another world, so utterly unlike their companions were they in personal appearance. They were taller, broader and more powerfully built than the swarthy-faced men about them, and it was no wonder that the women allowed admiration to show in their eyes. Toward the end of the dinner several officers came in, and the Americans took particular pains to study them. They were cleanly-built fellows, about medium height, wiry and active. As a cla.s.s, the men appeared to average five feet seven inches in height, some a little taller, some a little shorter. The two strangers were over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and athletic. They looked like giants among these Graustark men.
"They"re not very big, but they look as if they"d be nasty in a sc.r.a.p,"
observed Anguish, unconsciously throwing out his chest.
"Strong as wildcats, I"ll wager. The women are perfect, though. Have you ever seen a smarter set of women, Harry?"
"Never, never! A paradise of pretty women. I believe I"ll take out naturalization papers."
When the two strangers left the dining-room they were conscious that every eye in the place was upon them. They drew themselves to their full height and strode between the tables toward the door, feeling that as they were on exhibition they ought to appear to the best advantage.
During the evening they heard frequent allusions to "the Americans,"
but could not understand what was said. The hotel men were more than obsequious; the military men and citizens were exceedingly deferential; the women who strolled on the piazza or in the great garden back of the hotel were discreetly curious.
"We seem to be the whole show here, Gren," said Anguish, as they sat down at one of the tables in the garden.
"I guess Americans are rare."
"I"ve found one fellow who can speak German and French, and not one, except our guard who can talk English. That clerk talks German fairly well. I never heard such a language as these other people use. Say, old man, we"d better make inquiry about our friends to-night. That clerk probably won"t be on duty to-morrow."
"We"ll ask him before we go to bed," agreed Lorry, and upon leaving the brilliantly lighted garden they sought the landlord and asked if he could tell them where Caspar Guggenslocker lived. He looked politely incredulous and thoughtful, and then, with profound regret, a.s.sured them he had never heard the name. He said he had lived in Edelweiss all his life, and knew everybody of consequence in the town.
"Surely there must be such people here," cried Lorry, almost appealingly. He felt disheartened and cheated. Anguish was biting his lips.
"Oh, possibly among the poorer cla.s.ses. If I were you, sir, I should call on Captain Dangloss, the Chief of Police. He knows every soul in Edelweiss. I am positive I have never heard the name. You will find the Captain at the Tower to-morrow morning."
The two Americans went to bed, one so dismayed by his disappointment that he could not sleep for hours.
VII. THE LADY IN THE CARRIAGE
They slept rather late in the morning, first because they were very much fatigued after their long journey, second for the reason that they had been unable to woo slumber until long past midnight. Anguish stretched himself lazily in bed when he heard Lorry"s voice from the adjoining room.
"I suppose we are to consult the police in order to get a clue to your charmer," he yawned. "Nice friends you pickup on railway journeys. I"d be ashamed."
"Well, Harry, I"ll confess I"m disgusted. This has been the most idiotic thing I"ve ever done, and if you say the word we"ll get out of here on the first train--freight or pa.s.senger. The Guggenslockers--pigs!" Mr.
Lorry was savage.
"Not a bit of it, my boy, not a bit of it. We"ll make a house-to-house canva.s.s if the police fail us. Cheer up, cheer up!"
"You go to thunder!"
"Hold on! Don"t talk like that, or I"ll go back on you in a minute. I"m here because I choose to be, and I"ve more heart in the chase at this minute than you have. I"ve not lost hope, We"ll find the Guggenslockers if we have to hire detectives to trace "em from the United States to their very doorstep. We"re going to see the police after breakfast."
After breakfast they did go to see the Baron Dangloss. After some inquiry they found the gloomy, foreboding prison, and Mr. Anguish boldly pounded on the huge gates. A little shutter flew open, and a man"s face appeared. Evidently he asked what was wanted, but he might as, well have demanded their lives, so far were they from understanding his query.
"Baron Dangloss?" asked Anguish, promptly. The man asked something else, but as the Americans shook their heads deprecatingly, he withdrew his face and presently swung open the gates. They entered and he closed the doors behind them, locking them in. Then he directed them across the court to an open door in the aged ma.s.s of gray stone. As they strode away from the guard Lorry created consternation by demanding:
"How are we to talk to the Chief if he doesn"t understand us or we him?
We should lave brought an interpreter."
"I forgot about the confounded language. But if he"s real he can talk Irish." Lorry told him he wasn"t funny.