"Exactly."
"A good many slides, I imagine; rather heavy, weren"t they?"
"Gad, I should think they were. It took two porters to lift each chest."
"I suppose you told the bank authorities what was in the chests?"
"No, I was told there was nothing to say. I was only to surrender them, and a sealed note, which would explain all."
"Did they give you a receipt for it?"
"Yes."
"Can anybody get the chests out?"
"No, only the person mentioned in the receipt."
"Have you still got the receipt?"
"Yes."
"Very good," said the Secretary. "I see your luck has not deserted you."
"And now," said Kingsland, "that I"ve answered all your questions, perhaps you"ll tell me what you mean."
"This is what I mean," replied Stanley, handing him that first part of his Minister"s letter which he had shown to Darcy.
The Lieutenant read it once, not understanding its purport; then again, his brow becoming wrinkled with anxiety; and yet again, with a very white face.
"What is it?" he gasped.
"It looks dangerously like treason, doesn"t it?" returned the Secretary.
"But what is this bribe?"
"You ought to know that, as you carried it up to London, in sovereigns."
"What--how much was it?"
"Forty thousand pounds in gold."
"Good heavens!" said the Lieutenant, and mopped his brow. "But I didn"t know anything about it!"
"That doesn"t prevent you from having partic.i.p.ated in one of the most rascally plots of your day and generation; from being a party in an attempt to overthrow, by the most open and shameless bribery, a treaty pending between the government you serve and mine."
"But, if this gets out, I"ll be cashiered from the navy."
"Oh, I don"t think they"d stop there," said the Secretary rea.s.suringly.
"Not with the proof of that receipt."
"Good Lord, I forgot that! Here, take it, will you?"
"Certainly. Suppose we open it and see if it proves my a.s.sertion," and, suiting the action to the word, he placed in the Lieutenant"s shaking hands a receipt of deposit in the Victoria Street Branch of the Bank of England, by Miss Isabelle Fitzgerald, kindness of Lieutenant J.
Kingsland, of forty thousand pounds.
"Can"t you help me?" he asked.
"It rests entirely with me."
"Then you will?"
"Tell me all you know.
"But I don"t know anything, except what I"ve told you. I give you my word as an officer and a gentleman, that I"ve been let into this affair in a most shameful manner, and that I"m entirely innocent, and ignorant of everything connected with it."
"I believe you, Lieutenant Kingsland."
"And you won"t prosecute?"
"Not if you"ll promise to drop this gang; they"re a bad lot. Promise me you"ll cut loose from them as soon as possible, for your wife"s sake."
"I will," he said. "I will, old man. I can"t thank you enough for what you"ve done."
"You"ve nothing to thank me for; I"m sure you are innocent, and so I don"t consider the circ.u.mstantial evidence; but you might not be as lucky another time. I hope this will be a lesson to you. I need hardly caution you to silence," and he appeared to peruse some papers to ease the young officer"s exit from the room.
That evening in the privacy of the library, the Lieutenant confided the news of his lucky escape to his wife, ending up with the question:
"Do you think the Fitzgerald really loves him?"
"My dear Jack," said Lady Isabelle, "a woman of that stamp does not know what love means, she"s simply scheming to marry him for his money. How can people do such things?"
"I"m sure I don"t know, my dear," replied her spouse, yawning. The subject was inopportune, and it bored him.
CHAPTER XL
THE PRICE OF A LIE
Stanley had made all his adieux, or at least all he wanted to make. He was tired with the exciting events of the day, and longed for a little peace and quiet before the exacting ordeal of a railway ride to London.
He had given up the time-table as a Chinese puzzle. "What with the trains that go somewhere and those that don"t," he protested, "I"m all at sea!" He, therefore, sent Kent-Lauriston ahead in the trap, and walked across the park to the station.
That gentleman had convinced him of the propriety of restoring the order for the forty thousand pounds to Miss Fitzgerald. He had pointed out that she was the rightful owner of the doc.u.ment, and that Darcy was an infernal rascal. The Secretary had acquiesced in his demand, and promised, should he not see Belle before he left, an interview he much wished to avoid, that he would mail it to her from the station.
He had first, however, a far more pleasant commission to perform, and a few minutes later was seated under the spreading branches of an old apple tree with Inez Darcy.
"I felt I must come and see you," he said. "I"m going away to-day, to London, on important business."