Without a word, but smiling slightly, he handed it un.o.btrusively to Curtis. It bore that day"s date, and the decoded time of delivery was 4 P.M.
"Arriving to-night," it ran. "Coming direct Fifty-Ninth Street.
Expect us there about eight-thirty."
Curtis smiled, too. He grasped the detective"s unspoken thought.
Steingall had as good as said that the message bore out Curtis"s counter charge against Count Va.s.silan and the Earl of Valletort of conspiring with de Courtois himself to defeat Lady Hermione"s marriage project. Indeed, before replacing the slip of paper on the table, the detective produced a note-book, and entered therein particulars which would secure proof of the Marconigram"s origin if necessary.
The maid hurried in with the milk, and Steingall, why had covered more ground among the Frenchman"s correspondence than the others gave him credit for, now acted as nurse. With some difficulty he succeeded in persuading the stricken man on the bed to relax his firmly closed jaws and endeavor to swallow the fluid. It was a tedious business, but progress became more rapid when de Courtois realized that he was in the hands of those who meant well by him. It was noticeable, too, as his senses returned and the panic glare left his eyes, that his expression changed from one of abject fear to a lowering look of suspicious uncertainty. He peered at Steingall and the hotel clerk many times, but gave Curtis and Devar only a perfunctory glance. Oddly enough, the fact that the two latter were in evening dress seemed to rea.s.sure him, and it became evident later that the presence of the clerk led him to regard these strangers as guests in the hotel who had been attracted to his room by the mere accident of propinquity.
His first intelligible words, uttered in broken English, were:
"Vat time ees eet?"
"Ten-thirty," said Steingall.
"_Ah, cre nom d"un nom_! I haf to go, queek!"
"Where to?"
"No mattaire. I tank you all to-morrow. I explain eferyting den.
Now, I go."
"You had better stay where you are, Monsieur de Courtois," said Steingall in French. "Milord Valletort and Count Va.s.silan have arrived. I have seen them, and nothing more can be done with respect to their affair tonight. I am the chief of the New York Detective Bureau, and I want you to tell me how you came to be in the state in which you were found."
But de Courtois was regaining his wits rapidly, and the clarifying of his senses rendered him obviously unwilling to give any information as to the cause of his own plight. Nor would he speak French. For some reason, probably because of a permissible vagueness in statements couched in a foreign tongue, he insisted on using English.
"Eef you haf seen my frien"s you tell me vare I fin" dem. I come your office to-morrow, an" make ze complete explanation," he said.
"I must trouble you to-night, please," insisted Steingall quietly.
"You don"t understand what has occurred while you were fastened up here. You know Mr. Henry R. Hunter?"
"Yes, yes. I know heem."
"Well, he was stabbed while alighting from an automobile outside this hotel shortly before eight o"clock, and I imagine he was coming to see you."
"Stabbed! Did zey keel heem?"
"Yes. Now, tell me who "they" were."
Monsieur Jean de Courtois was taken instantly and violently ill. He dropped back on the bed, from which he had risen valiantly in his eagerness to be stirring, and faintly proclaimed his inability to grasp what the detective was saying.
"Ah, _Grand Dieu_!" he murmured. "I am eel; fetch a doctaire. My brain, eet ees, vat you say, _etourdi_."
"You will soon recover from your illness. Come, now, pull yourself together, and tell me who the men were who tied you up, and why, if you can give a reason."
The Frenchman shut his eyes, and groaned.
"I am stranjare here, Monsieur le Commissaire," he said brokenly. "I know no ones, nodings. Milor" Valletort, he ees acquaint. Send for heem, and bring ze doctaire."
"Don"t you understand that your friend, Mr. Hunter, the journalist who was helping you in the matter of Lady Hermione Grandison"s marriage, has been murdered?"
The other men in the room caught a new quality in Steingall"s voice.
Contempt, disgust, utter disdain of a type of rascal whom he would prefer to deal with most fittingly by kicking him, were revealed in each syllable; but Jean de Courtois was apparently deaf to the mean opinion his conduct was inducing among those who had extricated him from a disagreeable if not actually dangerous predicament. He squirmed convulsively, and half sobbed his inability to realize the true nature of anything that had happened either to himself or to any other person.
"Very well," said the detective, "if you are so thoroughly knocked out I"ll see that you are kept quiet for the rest of the evening."
He turned to the clerk.
"Kindly arrange that two trustworthy men shall undress this ill-used gentleman. He may be given anything to eat or drink that he requires, but if he shows signs of delirium, such as a desire to go out, or write letters, or use the telephone, he must be stopped, forcibly if necessary. Should he become violent, ring up the nearest police station-house. I"ll send a doctor to him in a few minutes."
De Courtois revived slightly under the stimulus of these emphatic directions.
"I haf not done ze wrong," he protested. "Eet ees me who suffare, and I do not permeet dis interference wid my leebairty."
"You see," said Steingall coolly. "His mind is wandering already.
Just "phone for a couple of attendants, will you, and I"ll give them instructions. I take full responsibility, of course."
"But, monsieur----" cried the Frenchman.
"Would you mind getting a move on? I am losing time here," said Steingall quietly to the clerk.
"I claim ze protection of my consul," sputtered de Courtois.
"Poor fellow! He is quite light-headed," said the detective sympathetically, addressing the company at large but speaking in French. "I do hope most sincerely that I may arrest those infernal Hungarians to-night. Not only did they kill Hunter but they have brought this little man to death"s door."
The effect of these few harmless sounding words was electrical.
Monsieur de Courtois" angry demeanor suddenly changed to that of a sufferer almost as seriously injured as Steingall made out. He collapsed utterly, and never lifted his head even when most drastic measures were enjoined on a couple of st.u.r.dy negroes as to the care that must be devoted to the invalid.
Steingall was astonishingly outspoken to Curtis and Devar while they were walking to the elevator.
"I am surprised that that miserable whelp escaped with his life," he said. "Usually, in cases of this sort, the rascal who betrays his friends receives short shrift from those who make use of him. He knows too much for their safety, and gets a knife between his ribs as soon as his services cease to be valuable."
"I must confess that I don"t begin to grasp the bearings of this affair," admitted Curtis. "It is almost grotesque to imagine that a number of men could be found in New York who would stop short of no crime, however daring, simply to prevent a young lady from marrying in despite of her father"s wishes."
"Of course, the young lady figures large in your eyes," said Steingall with a dry laugh. "You haven"t thought this matter out, Mr. Curtis.
When you have slept on it, and the fact dawns on you that there are other people in the world than the charming Lady Hermione, you will realize that she is a mere p.a.w.n around whom a number of very important persons are contending. I don"t wish to say a word to depreciate her as a star of the first magnitude, but I am greatly mistaken if there is not another woman, either here or in Europe, whose personality, if known, would attract far more attention from the police. . . . By the way, has it occurred to you that Providence has certainly befriended you to-night? The dare-devils who murdered Hunter were inclined to kill you in error. . . . Now, I want you to concentrate your mind on the face and expression of that chauffeur, Anatole. Keep him constantly in your thoughts. If you can swear to him when we parade him before you with half-a-dozen other men, I shall soon strip the inquiry of its mystery."
In the hall they were surrounded by a squad of reporters, and three photographers took flashlight pictures.
"h.e.l.lo!" muttered the detective to Curtis, "they"ve found you! Now we must use our brains to get you out of this."
They escaped the journalists by closing the door of the office on them.
Then the clerk was summoned, and solved the first difficulty by revealing a back-stairs exit by way of the bas.e.m.e.nt. An attendant was sent to Curtis"s room, to pack a grip with some clothes and linen, and, by adroit maneuvering, the whole party got away from the hotel.
Steingall insisted on interviewing Lady Hermione that night. He pointed out, reasonably enough, that she might possess a good deal of valuable information concerning Count Ladislas Va.s.silan; if, as Curtis believed was the case, she had already retired to rest, she must be aroused. The hour was not so late, and Va.s.silan"s movements in New York might be elucidated by knowledge of his previous career.
So Curtis announced that his bride was installed in the Plaza Hotel, and, while he and Devar escaped through the cellars, Steingall took Uncle Horace and Aunt Louisa boldly through the lobby. A taxi was waiting there, and he gave the driver the address of the police headquarters downtown, but re-directed him when they were safe from pursuit, and the three, so oddly a.s.sorted as companions, arrived at the Plaza within a minute of the two young men.
Steingall went straight to the telephone room, and Curtis ascended to his suite of apartments. He knocked at Hermione"s door, and her "Yes, who is there?" came with disconcerting speed. Evidently, she was far from being asleep yet.