"You will find my jewels on the dressing table. Take them and go You will not hurt me?"
"I am not here to do you injury, but to serve your Princess," whispered the man. "For G.o.d"s sake, do not make an outcry. You will ruin everything. Will you let me explain?"
"Go! Go! Take anything! I can be calm no longer. Oh, how can I expect mercy at your hands!" Her tones were rising to a wail of terror.
"Sh! Do you want to die?" he hissed, striding to the canopy bed, discernible as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. "I will kill you if you utter a sound, so help me G.o.d!"
"Oh!" she moaned.
"Listen! You must aid me! Do you hear?"
Another heart-breaking moan. "I am here to save the Princess. There is a plot to abduct her to-night. Already there are men in the castle, perhaps in her room. You must tell me where she sleeps. There is no time to be lost. I am no thief, before G.o.d! I am telling you the truth. Do not be alarmed, I implore you. Trust me, madam, and you will not regret it. Where does the Princess sleep?" He jerked out these eager, pleading words quickly, breathlessly.
"How am I to trust you?" came back a whisper from the bed.
"Here is a revolver! Take it and kill me if I attempt the slightest injury. Where are you?" He felt along the bed with his hand.
"Keep away! Please! Please!" she sobbed.
"Take the pistol! Be calm, and in heaven"s name help me to save her.
Those wretches may have killed her already!"
The revolver dropped upon the clothes. He was bending eagerly over, holding the curtains back.
"My friend is in the hall. We have traced the men to the Princess"s door, I think. My G.o.d, be quick! Do you wish to see her stolen from under your eyes?"
"You are now in the Princess"s room," answered the voice from the bed, calmer and with some alacrity. "Is this true that you tell me?"
"As G.o.d is my witness! And you--you--are you the Princess?" gasped the man, drawing back.
"I am. Where is Dannox?" She was sitting bolt upright in the bed, the pistol in her trembling fingers.
"He is one of the conspirators. One of the cooks and two other guards are in the plot. Can you trust me enough to leave your bed and hide in another part of the room? The scoundrels have mistaken the door, but they may be here at any moment. You must be quick! I will protect you--I swear it! Come, your Highness! Hide!"
Something in the fierce, anxious whisper gave her confidence. The miracle had been wrought! He had composed this woman under the most trying circ.u.mstances that could have teen imagined. She slipped from the bed and threw a long, loose silken gown about her.
"Who are you?" she asked, touching his arm.
"I am a foreigner--an American--Grenfall Lorry! Hurry!" he implored.
She did not move for a moment, but he distinctly heard her catch her breath.
"Am I dreaming?" she murmured, faintly. Her fingers now clutched his arm tightly.
"I should say not! I don"t like to order you around, your Highness, but--"
"Come---- come to the light!" she interrupted, excitedly. "Over here!"
Noiselessly she drew him across the room until the light fell across his face. It was not a bright light, but what she saw satisfied her. He could not see her face, for she stood outside the strip of dusky yellow.
"Two men lie beneath your window, and two are coming to this room.
Where shall I go? Come, be quick, madam! Do you want to be carted off to Ganlook? Then don"t stand there like a--like a--pardon me, I won"t say it."
"I trust you fully. Shall I alarm the guard?" she whispered, recovering her self-possession.
"By no means. I want to catch those devils myself. Afterwards we can alarm the guards!"
"An ideal American!" she surprised him by saying. "Follow me!"
She led him to the doorway. "Stand here, and I will call the Countess.
At this side, where it is dark."
She opened the door gently and stood in the light for a second. He saw before him a graceful figure in trailing white, and then he saw her face. She was Miss Guggenslocker!
"My G.o.d!" he hoa.r.s.ely gasped, staggering toward her. "You! You! The Princess?"
"Yes, I am the Princess," she whispered, smiling as she glided away from his side. His eyes went round in his head, his legs seemed to be anywhere but beneath him, he felt as though he were rushing toward the ceiling. For the moment he was actually unconscious. Then his senses rushed back, recalling his mission and his danger.
"She is sleeping so soundly that I fear to awaken her," whispered a soft voice at his back, and he turned.. The Princess was standing in the doorway.
"Then pray stand back where you will be out of danger. They will be here in a moment, unless they have been frightened away."
"You shall not expose yourself," she said, positively. "Why should you risk your life now? You have accomplished your object. You have saved the Princess!"
"Ah--yes, the Princess!" he said. "And I am sorry you are the Princess,"
he added, in her ear.
"Sh!" she whispered, softly.
The door through which he had first come was softly opened, and they were conscious that some one was entering. Lorry and the Princess stood in the dark shadow of a curtain, she close behind his stalwart figure.
He could hear his own heart and hers beating, could feel the warmth of her body, although it did not touch his. His heart beat with the pride of possession, of power, with the knowledge that he had but to stretch out his hand and touch the one woman in all the world.
Across the dim belt of light from the open doorway in which they stood, crawled the dark figure of a man. Her hand unconsciously touched his back as if seeking rea.s.surance.
He shivered beneath its gentle weight. Another form followed the first, pausing in the light to look toward their doorway. The abductor was doubtless remembering the instructions to chloroform the Countess. Then came the odor of chloroform. Oh, if Anguish were only there!
The second figure was lost in the darkness and a faint glow of light came from the canopied bed in the corner The chloroformer holding the curtains had turned his screen-lantern, toward the pillow in order to apply the dampened cloth. Now was the time to act!
Pushing the Princess behind the curtain and in the shelter of the door-post, Lorry leaped toward the center of the room, a pistol in each hand. Before him crouched the astonished desperadoes.
"If you move you are dead men!" said he, in slow decided tones. "Here, Harry!" he shouted. "Scoundrels, you are trapped! Throw up your hands!"
Suddenly the room was a blaze of light; flashing candles, lamps, sprung into life from the walls, while a great chandelier above his head dazzled him with its unexpected glare.
"h.e.l.l!" he shouted, half throwing his hands to his eyes.
Something rushed upon him from behind; there was a scream and then a stinging blow across the head and neck. As he sank helplessly, angrily, to his knees he heard the Princess wail: