"No, for a week or so." Steingall darted a quick glance to his questioner. "I have a stupid trick of adopting phrases from my pet authors," he said. "Does Ewigkeit mean eternity?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, I withdraw it."
"Try Niflheim."
"Or Rudesheim," suggested Devar wickedly.
Steingall laughed. Despite his German-sounding name, he spoke French fluently, but German not at all.
"They"re off the map," he said. "There, that"s good American, and I"ll get on with my story, or rather, with the lack of it. I cannot, of course, foretell the exact lines our discussion with Schmidt and his clients will follow, but if I have made you understand that your combined share in it is to say little, and be thoroughly non-committal in anything you may have to say, I am content."
"You are as mysterious as an astrologer," vowed Devar. "Having money to burn one day in Paris, I visited one of those jokers, and he told me I was born in Capricorn, under the sign of Aries, and I as good as told him he was a liar, because I was born in Manhattan under an ordinary roof. By Jove! that reminds me, John D., you"re a whale on stars. Did you spot those two last night, low down in the west?"
"Yes."
"And what did they prognosticate?"
"That you and I would promise Mr. Steingall not to spoil any scheme he may have in mind by interfering at an inopportune moment."
"I suppose I ought to feel crushed, but I don"t," said Devar.
"My dear fellow, if it hadn"t been for you and your loyal championship at the right moment, I might easily have been in jail as an accomplice of the unknown scoundrels who killed Mr. Hunter."
"That"s the right kind of remark," broke in the detective. "I think I"ll offer each of you a post in the Bureau after this business is ended."
"Give me a pointer on one matter," said Devar. "You spoke of Schmidt"s clients. Who are they?"
He whistled softly when he heard the names of Valletort and Va.s.silan and de Courtois.
"Up to the neck in it again!" he crowed. "Oh, it"s me that is the happy youth because I blew in to New York at the right time yesterday."
Otto Schmidt"s office was in Madison Square, perched high above the clatter of 23d Street. The windows of the lawyer"s private sanctum commanded magnificent views of the city to south and west, and in that marvelously clear air the Statue of Liberty seemed to be little more than a mile away, while the villas of Montclair and houses on other heights in the neighboring State were distinctly visible.
Steingall and his friends were the first to arrive, and Schmidt received them with the air of armed neutrality a lawyer displays towards the opposite camp. He begged them to be seated, smiled pleasantly when Curtis asked to be allowed to admire the interesting panorama spread before his eyes, but gave Devar a contemplative look when Steingall introduced him.
"Mr. Howard Devar, son of my friend William B. Devar?" he asked.
"Yes," said Devar, feeling that this was safe ground. "My father and you put it that way since you pulled off the Saskatchewan Combine together, but I"ve heard him describe you differently."
Schmidt, who looked more egg-like than ever at this hour of the morning, disapproved of such flippancy.
"William B. Devar is a fair fighter," he said. "He gives and takes hard knocks with perfect good humor. But, may I inquire how you come to figure in a matter which, if I understand aright a message received from Mr. Steingall, concerns persons with whom you can have little in common?"
"It was a mere toss-up whether I or my friend, John Delancy Curtis, took the floor against the combination of n.o.ble lords who have retained you to look after their interests, or protect them, I ought to say; but fate favored him, so I am a mere bottle-holder. To push the simile a bit farther, Mr. Schmidt, I may describe Mr. Steingall as the referee and watch-holder. When he cries "Time" someone will go to Sing-Sing."
Perhaps some attribute of the father revealed itself in the son, because Steingall, who thought at first that Devar had allowed his tongue to run away with him, fancied that the lawyer dropped his inquiries somewhat suddenly.
"The Earl of Valletort and Count Va.s.silan are due now," he said, glancing at a clock.
"Oh, they will be here without fail," said the detective. "Mr. Clancy, of the Bureau, is bringing de Courtois."
"Bringing him?" repeated Schmidt.
"Yes."
"Unofficially?"
"That depends wholly on de Courtois. He has to come, whether he likes it or not. Whether he will be allowed to go away again is another matter."
Schmidt"s eyelids fell in thought. Probably he reflected that there are two sides to every argument, and he had heard but one. Certainly, John Delancy Curtis did not strike him as the dare-devil meddler, if not worse, he had been depicted by the fiery Earl.
"The Earl of Valletort and Count Ladislas Va.s.silan," announced a clerk, and Curtis took one square look at his rival. He needed no more to confirm Hermione"s unfavorable opinion. The Count"s appearance was not prepossessing. His nose was still swollen, and the earnest effort of a doctor to paint out two black eyes had not been wholly successful.
His lordship looked mightily displeased when he discovered the presence of Curtis and Devar, but he was a self-confident man, and regarded himself as a personage of such importance that he a.s.sumed the lead in this company at once. Moreover, it was evident that he had resolved to keep a firm rein on his temper.
"Now, Mr. Schmidt," he said brusquely, "your time and mine is valuable.
Why have Count Va.s.silan and I been summoned here this morning by the police authorities?"
Schmidt looked at Steingall, and the detective seemed to be almost at a loss for words.
"I am--not aware--there is any particular call--for hurry," he said.
"Are you, my lord, and Count Va.s.silan thinking of returning to Europe to-morrow?"
The Hungarian laughed, not mirthfully, but with the forced gayety of a man who had considered how to act, and meant to adopt a decided att.i.tude.
"Certainly not," said the Earl stiffly, with uplifted eyebrows.
Steingall pursed his lips, and his forehead seamed in a reflective frown.
"I ought to explain," he said, "that I put that question as offering what appeared to me an easy way out of a situation which bristles with difficulties otherwise."
His hesitancy had suddenly been replaced by slowness of utterance, but it is reasonable to suppose that, of those present, Curtis and Schmidt alone noted the marked distinction.
"My good man," said the Earl, "you must have the strangest notion of the reason which accounts for my presence in New York. I came here to rescue my daughter from a set of designing ruffians, some of whom I knew of, and others whom I had never heard of. Why you should think that I may have it in mind to leave the country without being accompanied by Lady Hermione Grandison I cannot tell, and it is in the highest degree improbable that she will be prepared to sail to-morrow.
Apart from my private arrangements, too, I mean to remain here until I have punished at least one person as he deserves."
"Jean de Courtois?" inquired Steingall.
"No, sir. That man who stands there, and whose name is given as Curtis."
The Earl nearly grew wrathful. It annoyed him to find that Curtis was not looking at him at all, but was greatly interested in Schmidt. That was another trait of Curtis"s. He had learnt long ago to select the ablest among his adversaries, and watch that man"s face. Mere impa.s.sivity supplied no real cloak, for Curtis, in his time, had dealt with Chinese mandarins whose countenances betrayed no more expression than a carved ivory mask.
"But it was de Courtois who meant to marry Lady Hermione?" persisted Steingall.
"That remains to be seen. The person who did marry her signed himself John Delancy Curtis."