She nodded.
"He came in half-an-hour ago, looking like a tramp. David is writing as though he hadn"t a moment to spare in life. They are both waiting for you, I think."
"And you?" he enquired. "How do the rehearsals go?"
"The rehearsals are all right," she admitted, looking up at him almost pathetically. "It"s the night itself that seems so awful. I know every word, I know every note, and yet I can"t feel sure. I can"t sleep for thinking about it. Only last night I had a nightmare. I saw all those rows and rows of faces, and the lights, and my voice went, my tongue was dry and hard, not a word would come. And you were there--and the others!"
He laughed at her.
"Little girl," he said solemnly, "I shall have to speak to Sidney. One of those two young men must take you out for a day in the country to-morrow."
"They seem so busy," she complained. "They don"t seem to have time to think of me. I suppose I had better let you go in. They"d be furious if they thought I was keeping you."
They pa.s.sed into the villa, and with a farewell pat of the hand Hunterleys left her and opened a door on the left-hand side of the hall.
The young man who had met him coming out of the Opera was standing with his hands in his pockets, upon the hearth-rug of an exceedingly untidy-looking apartment. There was a table covered with papers, another piled with newspapers. There were books upon the floor, pipes and tobacco laid about haphazard. A s.p.a.ce had been swept clear upon the larger table for a typewriter, a telephone instrument stood against the wall. A man whose likeness to Felicia was at once apparent, swung round in his chair as Hunterleys entered. He had taken off his coat and waistcoat and his trousers seemed smothered with dust.
"Regular newspaper correspondent"s den," Hunterleys remarked, as he looked around him. "I never saw such a mess in my life. I wonder Felicia allows it."
"We don"t let her come in," her brother chuckled. "Is the door closed?"
"Fast," Hunterleys replied, moving away from it.
"Things are moving," the other went on. "I took the small car out to-day on the road to Cannes and I expect I was the first to see Douaille."
"I saw him myself," Hunterleys announced. "I was out on that road, walking."
"Douaille," Roche continued, "went direct to the Villa Mimosa. Grex was there, waiting for him. Draconmeyer and Selingman both kept out of the way."
Hunterleys nodded.
"Reasonable enough, that. Grex was the man to pave the way. Well?"
"At ten o"clock, Draconmeyer and Selingman arrived. The Villa Mimosa gets more difficult every day. I have only one friend in the house, although it is filled with servants. Three-quarters of them only speak Russian. My man"s reliable but he is in a terrible minority. The conference took place in the library. It lasted about an hour and a half. Selingman and Draconmeyer came out looking fairly well satisfied.
Half-an-hour later Douaille went on to Mentone, to the Hotel Splendide, where his wife and daughters are staying. No writing at all was done in the room."
"The conference has really begun, then," Hunterleys observed moodily.
"Without a doubt," Roche declared. "I imagine, though, that the meeting this evening was devoted to preliminaries. I am hoping next time," he went on, "to be able to pa.s.s on a little of what is said."
"If we could only get the barest idea as to the nature of the proposals," Hunterleys said earnestly. "Of course, one can surmise. Our people are already warned as to the long conferences which have taken place between Grex and Selingman. They mean something--there"s no doubt about that. And then this invitation to Douaille, and his coming here so furtively. Everything points the same way, but a few spoken words are better than all the surmises in the world. It isn"t that they are unreasonable at home, but they must be convinced."
"It"s the devil"s own risk," Roche sighed, "but I am hard at it. I was about the place yesterday as much as I dared. My plans are all ready now but things looked pretty awkward at the villa to-night. If they are going to have the grounds patrolled by servants every time they meet, I"m done. I"ve cut a pane of gla.s.s out of the dome over the library, and I"ve got a window-cleaning apparatus round at the back, and a ladder.
The pa.s.sage along the roof is quite easy and there"s a good deal of cover amongst the chimneys, but if they get a hint, it will be touch and go."
Hunterleys nodded. He was busy now, going through the long sheets of writing which the other young man had silently pa.s.sed across to him. For half-an-hour he read, making pencil notes now and then in the margin.
When at last he had finished, he returned them and, sitting down at the table, drew a packet of press cable sheets towards him and wrote for some time steadily. When he had finished, he read through the result of his labours and leaned back thoughtfully in his chair.
"You will send this off from Cannes with your own, Briston?" he asked.
The young man a.s.sented.
"The car will be here at three," he announced. "They"ll be on their way by eight."
"Press message, mind, to the _Daily Post_. If the operator wants to know what "Number 1" means after "_Daily Post_," you can tell him that it simply indicates to which editorial room the message is to be delivered."
"That"s a clever idea," Roche mused. "Code dispatches to Downing Street might cause a little comment."
"They wouldn"t do from here," Hunterleys declared. "They might be safe enough from Cannes but it"s better to run no risks. These will be pa.s.sed on to Downing Street, unopened. Be careful to-morrow, Sidney."
"I can"t see that they can do anything but throw me out, Sir Henry,"
Roche remarked. "I have my _Daily Post_ authority in my pocket, and my pa.s.sport. Besides, I got the man here to announce in the _Monte Carlo News_ that I was the accredited correspondent for the district, and that David Briston had been appointed by a syndicate of ill.u.s.trated papers to represent them out here. That"s in case we get a chance of taking photographs. I had some idea of going out to interview Monsieur Douaille."
Hunterleys shook his head.
"I shouldn"t. The man"s as nervous as he can be now, I am pretty sure of that. Don"t do anything that might put him on his guard. Mind, for all we know he may be an honest man. To listen to what these fellows have to say doesn"t mean that he"s prepared to fall in with their schemes. By the by, you"ve nothing about the place, I suppose, if you should be raided?"
"Not a thing," was the confident reply. "We are two English newspaper correspondents, and there isn"t a thing to be found anywhere that"s not in keeping, except my rather large make-up outfit and my somewhat mixed wardrobe. I am not the only newspaper correspondent who goes in for that, though. Then there"s Felicia. They all know who she is and they all know that she"s my sister. Anyhow, even if I do get into trouble up at the Villa Mimosa, I can"t see that I shall be looked upon as anything more than a prying newspaper correspondent. They can"t hang me for that."
Hunterleys accepted a cigarette and lit it.
"I needn"t tell you fellows," he said gravely, "that this place is a little unlike any other in Europe. You may think you"re safe enough, but all the same I wouldn"t trust a living soul. By-the-by, I saw Felicia as I came in. You don"t want her to break down, do you?"
"Good heavens, no!" her brother exclaimed.
"Break down?" David repeated. "Don"t suggest such a thing!"
"It struck me that she was rather nervy," Hunterleys told them. "One of you ought to look after her for an hour or two to-morrow."
"I can"t spare a moment," her brother sighed.
"I"ll take her out," Briston declared eagerly. "There"s nothing for me to do to-morrow till Sidney gets back."
"Well, between you, keep an eye on her," Hunterleys advised. "And, Sidney, I don"t want to make a coward of you, and you and I both know that if there"s danger ahead it"s our job to face it, but have a care up at the Villa Mimosa. I don"t fancy the law of this Princ.i.p.ality would see you out of any trouble if they got an idea that you were an English Secret Service man."
Roche laughed shortly.
"Exactly my own idea," he admitted. "However, we"ve got to see it through. I sha"n"t consider I"ve done my work unless I hear something of what Grex and the others have to say to Douaille the next time they meet."
Hunterleys found Felicia waiting for him outside. He shook his head reproachfully.
"A future prima donna," he said, "should go to bed at ten o"clock."
She opened the door for him and walked down the path, her hands clasped in his arm.
"A future prima donna," she retorted, "can"t do always what she likes.
If I go to bed too early I cannot sleep. To-night I am excited and nervous. There isn"t anything likely to bring trouble upon--them, is there?"
"Certainly not," he replied promptly. "Your brother is full of enterprise, as you know. He runs a certain amount of risk in his eagerness to acquire news, but I never knew a man so well able to take care of himself."