They had been walking side by side, but were forced to pause on reaching a broken flight of steps, for Amy could not see the way before her.
"Let me lead you; it is steep and dark, but better than going a long way round through the dew," he said, offering his hand.
"Must we return by these dreadful vaults?" faltered Amy, shrinking back.
"It is the shortest and safest route, I a.s.sure you."
"Are you sure you know the way?"
"Quite sure. I have lived here by the week together. Do you fear to trust me?"
"No; but it is so dark, and everything is so strange to me. Can we get down safely? I see nothing but a black pit."
And Amy still hesitated, with an odd mixture of fear and coquetry.
"I brought you up in safety; shall I take you down again?" asked the stranger, with a smile flickering over his face.
Amy felt rather than saw it, and a.s.suming an air of dignified displeasure, motioned him to proceed, which he did for three steps; then Amy slipped, and gladly caught at the arm extended to save her.
Without a word he took her hand and led her back through the labyrinth she had threaded in her bewilderment. A dim light filled the place, but with unerring steps her guide went on till they emerged into the courtyard.
Major Erskine"s voice was audible, giving directions to the keeper, and Helen"s figure visible as she groped among the shadows of the ruined chapel for her cousin.
"There are my friends. Now I am safe. Come and let them thank you,"
cried Amy, in her frank, childlike warmth of manner.
"I want no thanks--forgive me--adieu," and hastily kissing the little hand that had lain so confidingly in his, the stranger was gone.
Amy rushed at once to Helen, and when the lost lamb had been welcomed, chidden, and exulted over, they drove home, listening to the very brief account which Amy gave of her adventure.
"Naughty little gad-about, how could you go and terrify me so, wandering in vaults with mysterious strangers, like the Countess of Rudolstadt. You are as wet and dirty as if you had been digging a well, yet you look as if you liked it," said Helen, as she led Amy into their room at the hotel.
"I do," was the decided answer, as the girl pulled a handkerchief off her head, and began to examine the corners of it. Suddenly she uttered a cry and flew to the light, exclaiming,--
"Nell, Nell, look here! The same letters, "S.P.," the same coat of arms, the same perfume--it was the baron!"
"What? who? are you out of your mind?" said Helen, examining the large, fine cambric handkerchief, with its delicately stamped initials under the stag"s head, and three stars on a heart-shaped shield.
"Where did you get it?" she added, as she inhaled the soft odor of violets shaken from its folds.
Amy blushed and answered shyly, "I didn"t tell you all that happened before uncle, but now I will. My hat was left behind, and when I recovered my wits after my fright, I found this tied over my head. Oh, Nell, it was very charming there in that romantic old park, and going through the vaults with him, and having my hand kissed at parting. No one ever did that before, and I like it."
Amy glanced at her hand as she spoke, and stood staring as if struck dumb, for there on her forefinger shone a ring she had never seen before.
"Look! look! mine is gone, and this in its place! Oh, Nell, what shall I do?" she said, looking half frightened, half pleased.
Helen examined the ring and shook her head, for it was far more valuable than the little pearl one which it replaced. Two tiny hands of finest gold were linked together about a diamond of great brilliancy; and on the inside appeared again the initials, "S.P."
"How did it happen?" she asked, rather sternly.
"Upon my word, I don"t know, unless he put it on while I was stupidly fainting. Rude man, to take advantage of me so. But, Nell, it is splendid, and what _shall_ I do about it?"
"Tell uncle, find out the man and send back his things. It really is absurd, the manner in which German boys behave;" and Helen frowned, though she was strongly tempted to laugh at the whole thing.
"He was neither a German nor a boy, but an English gentleman, I"m sure," began Amy, rather offended.
"But "S.P." is a baron, you know, unless there are two Richmonds in the field," broke in Helen.
"I forgot that; never mind, it deepens the mystery; and after this performance, I"m prepared for any enormity. It"s my fate; I submit."
said Amy, tragically, as she waved her hand to and fro, pleased with the flash of the ring.
"Amy, I think on the whole I won"t speak to uncle. He is quick to take offence, especially where we are concerned. He doesn"t understand foreign ways, and may get into trouble. We will manage it quietly ourselves."
"How, Nell?"
"Karl is discreet; we will merely say we found these things and wish to discover the owner. He may know this "S.P." and, having learned his address, we can send them back. The man will understand; and as we leave to-morrow, we shall be out of the way before he can play any new prank."
"Have in Karl at once, for if I wear this lovely thing long I shall not be able to let it go at all. How dared the creature take such a liberty!" and Amy pulled off the ring with an expression of great scorn.
"Come into the _salon_ and see what Karl says to the matter. Let me speak, or you will say too much. One must be prudent before--"
She was going to say "servants," but checked herself, and subst.i.tuted "strangers," remembering gratefully how much she owed this man.
Hoffman came, looking pale, and with his hand in a sling, but was as gravely devoted as ever, and listened to Helen"s brief story with serious attention.
"I will inquire, mademoiselle, and let you know at once. It is easy to find persons if one has a clue. May I see the handkerchief?"
Helen showed it. He glanced at the initials, and laid it down with a slight smile.
"The coat-of-arms is English, mademoiselle."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite so; I understand heraldry."
"But the initials stand for Sigismund Palsdorf, and we know he is a German baron," broke in Amy, forgetting prudence in eagerness.
"If mademoiselle knows the name and t.i.tle of this gentleman it will not be hard to find him."
"We only fancy it is the same because of the initials. I dare say it is a mistake, and the man is English. Inquire quietly, Hoffman, if you please, as this ring is of value, and I wish to restore it to its owner," said Helen, rather sharply.
"I shall do so, mademoiselle," and with his gentlemanly bow, the courier left the room.
"Bless me, what"s that?" cried Amy, a moment afterward, as a ringing laugh echoed through the corridor,--a laugh so full of hearty and infectious merriment that both girls smiled involuntarily, and Amy peeped out to see who the blithe personage might be.
An old gentleman was entering his room near by, and Karl was just about to descend the stairs. Both looked back at the girlish face peeping at them, but both were quite grave, and the peal of laughter remained a mystery, like all the rest of it.
Late in the evening Hoffman returned to report that a party of young Englishmen had visited the castle that afternoon, and had left by the evening train. One of them had been named Samuel Peters, and he, doubtless, was the owner of the ring.