The room was bare, with a floor of pounded earth. There was a wooden table in it, a few shelves, and a long bench; but beyond was a more attractive interior, for in an inner apartment she had lighted a fire of sticks on a rude hearth.
I stood aside to let Aunt Kathryn pa.s.s in before me, which she did without a word. We both stood before the fire, holding out gloved hands to the meagre blaze, while little Airole ran about, whimpering and examining everything with unconcealed disapproval.
I had just time to notice how oddly shabby Aunt Kathryn"s gloves were, and to wonder if she didn"t intend to take off the "mushroom" (the talc window of which the firelight transformed into a pane of red gla.s.s), when Prince Dalmar-Kalm appeared. Without asking permission he walked in, and looking at Aunt Kathryn, said in French, "You may go, Victorine."
I stared, as bewildered as if the unfamiliar scene were turning to a dream; but as the cloaked and mushroomed figure reached the door, the spell broke.
I took a step after it, exclaiming, "Aunt Kathryn--Kittie!"
The door shut almost in my face. "That is not your Aunt Kathryn," said the Prince, in a voice which, though low, vibrated with excitement. "It is one of the Contessa Corramini"s servants, chosen to play this part because her figure is enough like your aunt"s to resemble it closely in a motor-coat. All that is of your aunt is that coat, the hat, the mask of silk. You must hear the truth now, for it is time, and know what you have to face."
"I don"t understand you," I stammered weakly. It was more than ever as if I were in a dream. I actually told myself that I would wake up in bed at the Hotel Imperial in Ragusa. And oh, how I wished that I would wake soon!
"I will _make_ you understand," went on the Prince. "You know--you"ve known for many days--how I love you. You have forced me to do this thing, because you were obstinate, and would not give me yourself, though I could not live without you. Because I could not, I have done this. It was planned as long ago as Venice. I confided all to Corramini, though not to his wife, and he promised to help me because he is in money difficulties, and I agreed to do something for him. But if you had been kind last night in Ragusa, when I gave you one more chance to repent, you might have been spared this. It was only to happen if all else failed."
"Still I don"t understand," I said slowly.
"Then your brain is not as quick as usual, my dear one. I hoped Miss Beechy would be ill to-day, for she was the one I feared. There was a little medicine in that pink, Turkish stuff--not to hurt her much, but enough for my purpose. If I could, I would have got rid of the aunt, too; only she was needed as the cat"s-paw. You would never have come without her. Contessa Corramini knows nothing of this, though she has a suspicion that something mysterious goes on. She was not on the "Arethusa." At this moment she is in Venice. Victorine was the one woman beside yourself and the aunt on the yacht, and Victorine has been well paid for the part she plays. She took the aunt"s coat and hat and mask out of the cabin, when the lady was on deck with Corramini and me, wrapped in a becoming blue cloak with a hood, left on board by Contessa Corramini. While the aunt was looking everywhere for her missing things, you joined the masked lady in the car. Now, we are farther from Schloss Hrvoya than from Cattaro. You are in Montenegro, where I have brought you because the Austrian Consul is my friend, and he will marry us."
"He will not!" I cried, choking and breathless.
"He must. It is the only thing for you, now. Let me show you the situation, in case you do not yet understand all. Your aunt is far away.
She will be enraged with you, and believe you to blame for the humiliating trick played on her. Never will she forgive you. If there is a scandal, she will do her best to spread it. I know women well. Don"t you remember, "h.e.l.l hath no fury like a woman scorned?" There will be others, too. Victorine will tell a dramatic tale to the Contessa Corramini, and Corramini will gossip at his clubs in Venice, Rome, Florence, Paris, where many of your rich compatriots are members. The rights of the story will never quite be known, but it will leak out that you came to Montenegro with me alone, and spent many hours. The only safeguard is to make it an elopement, and that safeguard I offer you, with my heart and all that is mine. You must leave this place as the Princess Dalmar-Kalm, or it would be better for your future that you should never leave it. See, I am the last man in your world now, and it is necessary that you take me."
"I didn"t know," I answered in the dream, "that men like you existed out of novels or stage plays. That is why I failed to understand at first. I was giving you the benefit of the doubt. But I understand now. Let me go--"
He laughed. "No! And if I did, what good would it do you? It is night; you are many miles from anywhere, in the wildest mountains of Europe.
You do not speak one word of the language, or any one in this land a word of yours. Practically, you are alone in the world with me. Even your wretched little dog is not here to snarl. His curiosity took him outside, and he cannot get back through the keyhole of the door, small as he is. Presently the Consul will be at this house. I had meant to go to his had it not been for the accident, but I will send for him. He is my very good friend. He will do what I ask."
"But if I do not consent?" I flung at him.
"You will have to consent," he said; "and soon you will see that for yourself."
PART V
TOLD BY TERENCE BARRYMORE
XXV
A CHAPTER OF CHASING
I wondered why the ladies didn"t come to lunch, for the last thing they had said when we brought them back in the motor was, "We shall see you again at half-past twelve."
Ralph and Bari and his sister and I, waited for a quarter of an hour; then we sat down, for the Signorina thought they might have changed their minds and be lunching with the little invalid. But at half-past one, while we were still at the table, a message came from Miss Beechy.
She had waked up from her nap, "sent her compliments," and would be glad to know when her Mamma and cousin would return to her.
That took the Signorina flying to the bedroom, and there was an interval of some suspense for Ralph and me; for the absence of the ladies, with this new light thrown upon it, began to appear a little strange.
The Italian girl was away for an age, it seemed, and we knew the instant we saw her, that she was not the bearer of rea.s.suring news. Her pretty face looked worried and excited.
"The Countess and Miss Destrey have not been up-stairs," she announced in her native tongue. "The little Bice has been awake for an hour, wondering why they never came. Will you make inquiries of the landlord?"
I lost not a moment in obeying this request; and even before I got my answer, I seemed to know that Dalmar-Kalm would be mixed up in the affair. The ladies had driven away with His Highness in a hired cab not many minutes after we had brought them to the hotel door with the motor.
On the face of it, it looked ridiculous to fear mischief, yet I was uneasy. If I had not worshipped Her so much--but then, there had ceased to be any "if" in it long ago. I had very little hope that she could ever be got to care, even if I could reconcile it with common decency to ask a girl to think of a stony-broke beggar like me. But in some moods I was mad to try my luck, when I reflected on what she had before her if I--or some other brute of a man--didn"t s.n.a.t.c.h her from it. But whether or no she were ever to be more to me than a G.o.ddess, the bare thought of trouble or harm coming to her was enough to drive me out of my wits.
While I was smoking two cigarettes a minute on the verandah, and asking myself whether I should be Paddy the Fool to track her down, with her aunt and the Prince, Signorina Bari (who had run up to Beechy with the latest developments) came out to us. "Sir Ralph," said she, "little Miss Kidder says she must see you, in a great hurry. She has something important to tell, that she can"t tell to any one else; so she has got up, and is on the sofa in a dressing-gown, in the Countess"s private sitting-room."
Ralph looked surprised, but not displeased, and was away twenty minutes.
"Miss Beechy wants us to find out where Dalmar-Kalm has taken her mother and Miss Destrey," said he, when he returned from the interview.
The order was welcome. Nothing was known at the hotel concerning the destination of the Prince and his companions in the cab, so I hurried to get the car, and Ralph and I drove off together, meaning to make inquiries in the town.
"Did Miss Beechy"s mysterious communication have anything to do with her cousin?" I couldn"t resist asking Ralph, who sat beside me, in that blessed seat sacred so long to the One Woman.
"Yes, it had," he replied discreetly.
"And with Dalmar-Kalm?"
"Distinctly with Dalmar-Kalm."
That sent some blood up behind my eyes, and I saw Ragusa red, instead of pink.
"By Jove, you"ve got to tell me what she did say, now!" I exclaimed.
"Can"t, my dear chap. It"s a promise--after a confidence. But I don"t mind letting out this much. It seems Miss Beechy has been playing dolls with us, as she calls it, on this trip, without any of us suspecting it--or at least seeing the game in its full extent. Owing to her manipulation of her puppets, there"s the d.i.c.kens to pay, and she thinks she has reason to know that Dalmar-Kalm had better not be allowed to take a long excursion with Miss Destrey, even chaperoned by our dear, wise Countess."
"Good Heavens!" I jerked out. "What do you mean?"
"I don"t exactly know myself. Things mayn"t be as serious as the little girl thinks in her present remorseful mood, no doubt intensified by her late illness. "When the devil was sick, the devil a monk would be," you know--and the rest of it. Still, we"re safe in finding out where the party has gone and taking steps accordingly."
"There"s Joseph, mooning about with his hands in his pockets, like a lost soul," I exclaimed.
"_Have_ lost souls pockets?"
"Shut up. I"m going to catechize him. He rather likes me, and has several times relieved his mind on the subject of his master, by spitting venom to his brother chauffeur until I refused to listen."
With this I stopped the car in front of the gaudy shop which had attracted the dismal little Joseph.
"Is your car mended already?" I asked him in French.