The lawyer did nothing of the sort. He eyed Curtis in his contemplative way, being aware that the quiet man standing near a window had favored him with his exclusive attention during the proceedings.
But Lord Valletort was moved now to stormy protest. He was convulsed with pa.s.sion, and seemed to be careless what the outcome might be so long as he lashed Curtis with venom.
"You are the only person in this infernal city whose actions are consistent," he roared at him. "It is quite evident that you have ascertained by some means that my daughter is exceedingly wealthy, and you have managed to delude her into the belief that your conduct is altruistic and above reproach. But you make a great mistake if you believe that I can be set aside as an incompetent fool. I shall go straight from this office to that of the District Attorney, and lay the whole of the facts before him. I----"
"Does your lordship wish to dispense with my services?" broke in Schmidt, speaking without flurry or heat. The angry Earl choked, but remained silent, and the lawyer kept on in the same even tone:
"May I suggest, Mr. Steingall, that you and Mr. Curtis and Mr. Devar should step into another room while I have a brief consultation with Lord Valletort and Count Va.s.silan?"
"I cannot become a party to any arrangement----" began Steingall, but Otto Schmidt bowed him and his companions out suavely. Those two understood each other fully, no matter what divergencies of opinion might exist elsewhere.
When the door had closed on the three men in a smaller room, Devar was about to say something, but Steingall checked him with a warning hand.
Walking to a window, he stood there, with his back turned on his companions, and stared out into the square beneath. Once they fancied they saw him nod his head in a species of signal, but they might have been in error. At any rate, their thoughts were soon distracted by the entrance of the stout lawyer.
"On some occasions, the fewest words are the most satisfactory," he said, "so I wish to inform you, Mr. Steingall, that Lord Valletort and Count Va.s.silan intend to sail for Europe by to-morrow"s steamer. They have empowered me to offer to pay the pa.s.sage money to France of the music-teacher, Jean de Courtois, though not by the same vessel as that in which they purpose traveling. As for you, Mr. Curtis, the Earl withdraws all threats, and leaves you to settle your dispute with the authorities as you may think fit. May I add that if you choose to consult me I shall be glad to act for you. I would not say this if it was merely a professional matter, but there are circ.u.mstances-- Certainly, I shall be here at eleven o"clock on Monday. Till then, sir, I wish you good-day. Good-day, Mr. Devar. Remember me to your father. By, by, Mr. Steingall. You and I will meet at Philippi."
Once the three were in Madison Square, Devar could not be restrained.
"Steingall," he said, "if you don"t tell me how you managed it, I"ll sit down right here on the sidewalk and blubber like a child."
"You were present. You heard every word," said the detective blandly.
"Yes, I know you scared them stiff. But who, in Heaven"s name, are Peter Balusky and Franz Viviadi? Where, did you find "em? Did they drop from the skies, or come up from-- Well, where _did_ you get "em?"
"Clancy and I bagged them quite easily after Mr. Curtis and you left Siegelman"s cafe. All we had to do was wait till Va.s.silan quit. They were hanging about all the time, but afraid to meet him. . . . Now, you must ask me no more questions. I am going to Clancy. He is keeping an eye on Jean de Courtois."
"Did you ever intend to have the Frenchman brought to Schmidt"s office?"
"Of course I did. What a question! Good-by. There"s your car. I"m off," and the detective swung himself into a pa.s.sing streetcar.
"Do you know," said Devar thoughtfully, "I am beginning to believe that Steingall says a lot of things he really doesn"t mean. I haven"t quite made up my mind yet as to whether or not he hasn"t run an awful bluff on the n.o.ble lord and the most n.o.ble count. And the weird thing is that Schmidt didn"t call it. Did it strike you, Curtis, that----"
Then he looked at his friend, whose silent indifference to what he was saying could no longer pa.s.s unnoticed.
"What is it, old man?" he asked, with ready solicitude. "Are you feeling the strain, or what?"
"It is nothing," said Curtis. "A run in the car will soon clear my head. Perhaps you and I might arrange for a long week-end, far away from New York."
A second time did Devar look at his friend, but, being really a good-natured and sympathetic person, he repressed the imminent cry of amazement. Somehow, he realized the one spear-thrust which had pierced Curtis"s armor. It was hateful that such a man should be told he had married Hermione for her money. It was hateful to think that this might be said of him in the years to come. It was even possible that she herself might come to believe it of him, and John Delancy Curtis"s knight-errant soul shrank and cringed under the thought, even while the memory of Hermione"s first kiss of love was still hot on his lips.
CHAPTER XVII
WHEREIN JOHN AND HERMIONE BECOME ORDINARY MEMBERS OF SOCIETY
But the phase pa.s.sed like a disturbing dream. Hermione herself laughed the notion to scorn: and a ready opportunity for such effective exorcism of an evil spirit was supplied by Devar"s tact.
When the two young men reached the hotel Devar insisted that Curtis should take Hermione for an hour"s run in the park.
"Here"s the car, and it"s a fine morning, and you"ve got the girl.
What more do you want?" he cried. "If Uncle Horace and Aunt Louisa show up before your return I"ll take care of "em. Now, who helps her ladyship to put on her hat and fur coat--you or I?" That duty, however, was discharged by a smiling and voluble maid named Marcelle Leroux.
So it befell that when Brodie piloted his charges into Central Park through Scholar"s Gate, Curtis behaved like a man deeply in love but gravely ill at ease, and Hermione, also in love, but afire with the divine flame of womanly faith, and therefore serenely blind to any possible obstacle which should thrust itself between her and the beloved, saw instantly that something was wrong. Curtis was just the type of man who would torture himself unnecessarily about a consideration which certainly would not have rendered his inamorata less desirable in the eyes of the average wooer. He knew that he had waited all his life to meet Hermione--to meet her, and none other--and the thought that, having found her, having s.n.a.t.c.hed her, as it were, from the sacrificial altar of a false G.o.d, he should now lose her, was inflicting exquisite agony.
Happily, this girl-wife of his was adorably feminine, and she decided without inquiry that she was the cause of his melancholy.
"Tell me, John," she said suddenly. "I am brave. I can bear it."
The unexpected words stirred him from his disconsolate mood.
"Bear what, dear one?" he asked, looking at her with the wistful eyes of Tantalus gazing at the luscious fruits which the wrathful winds wafted ever from his parched lips.
"You know that you have made a mistake, and have brought me out here to--to----"
"Ah, dear Heaven!" he sighed; "if I had but the strength of will to adopt that subterfuge it might prove easier for you. But one thing I cannot do, Hermione. I refuse to set you free by means of a lie. I love you, and will love you till life itself has sped."
The trouble was not so bad, then. She nestled closer.
"What is it, John dear?" she cooed, quite confident of her ability to slay dragons so long as he talked in that strain.
He trembled a little, so overpowering was the bitter-sweet sense of her nearness.
"It is rather horrible that you and I should have to discuss dollars and cents," he said, speaking with the slow distinctness of a man p.r.o.nouncing his own death-sentence, "but your father taunted me with the fact that you are very wealthy. Is that true?"
"Of course it is."
She affected to treat the matter seriously. It was rather delicious to find her lover distressing himself about money, if that was all.
"What is your income?" he demanded curtly.
"I am quite rich. I am worth about half a million dollars a year."
He groaned, and shrank away from her.
"Why did you not tell me that sooner?" he said, almost with a scowl.
"Why should I? Does it matter? Isn"t it rather nice to have plenty of money?"
"Good G.o.d! It is hard to--to----" His hands covered his face in sheer agony.
"John, don"t be stupid. Why alarm me in that way? Wealth doesn"t bring happiness--far from it. But didn"t you and I--discover each other--before--before----"
"But I know, now," he said brokenly, "and it is a mad absurdity to think that a woman of your place in the world should marry a poor engineer. Do you realize that you receive every fortnight more than I earn in twelve months? King Cophetua marrying a beggar-maid sounds excellent in romance, but who ever heard of a queen wedding a pauper?"
"You are describing yourself rather lamely, John."