"It is the truth. Stay, I would not have you think too ill of me. It was not done wantonly. Those who made me believe that there was a good chance of success misled me, but if I thought you too would reap the benefit, it is none the less true that I deceived you. I came not from the Queen; I came to work this very thing that has happened, the delivery of the golden cross instead of the bracelet. I have played my hand and lost. Mine should be a bitter punishment; you yourself have said it. Grant me this only, that I receive it from the brigands yonder, and not from you."
Ellerey hardly seemed to hear the boy"s latter words. The sudden confession was all his brain seemed to have the power to take in.
Stefan remained motionless, statue-like, still staring at Grigosie.
For a s.p.a.ce there was silence in the tower. Then Ellerey turned sharply upon the boy and laid his hand roughly on his shoulder, so roughly that he winced a little, but showed no sign of fear.
"You lie, Grigosie, confess that you lie. The box containing the token has never left me, night or day. As I received it from her Majesty so it has always been, so I delivered it. Of course you are lying."
"You slept soundly, Captain, the night you drank from my wine flask."
"Was it then, you scoundrel?"
"It was then."
Deep down in every man is the instinct of the savage, the acceptance of the law which demands an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
Given occasion great enough, it may rise even in the man who has all his life studied to curb his pa.s.sions, and in his judgments to be merciful. Ellerey was of the rough and readier sort. He was a disappointed man, one who nursed the thought of revenge against those who had injured him. He was a soldier among soldiers who had much of the barbarian in them. He was an adventurer among adventurers. If the youth of this deceiver and betrayer appealed to him for a moment, the thought was sternly crushed. If the thought of what they had come through together came into his mind, there also came the knowledge that he had committed the unpardonable sin. He had betrayed his comrades.
"Heaven forgive you for making me your judge," Ellerey cried; "but what is there except death for the traitor?" and his sword rang from its scabbard as he spoke.
He paused a moment and looked toward Stefan.
"It"s hateful, but it"s just," muttered the soldier in his beard, and he did not move from the doorway. He only lowered his head so that he might not see.
"I admit the justice," said Grigosie; "but will you not grant my request and deliver me to the brigands? So you shall escape."
"Escape!" cried Ellerey. "For what? Is there any truth and honor in the world? I have not found them, and the end may come when it will.
It is an easier death you shall have from my hands than you would have from theirs."
The sword was ready, and Stefan turned in the doorway just in time to see Anton and to catch his uplifted arm as he attempted to rush past him toward Ellerey. Not a word spoke the soldier, but he fiercely twisted Anton"s aim, and the knife he held rattled to the floor.
"As my fathers faced death, so can I, unflinchingly," Grigosie cried.
"Strike, Captain! G.o.d knows it was not such work as this I thought to find for the strong arm of Desmond Ellerey."
As he spoke, he tore his shirt open at the throat to receive the blow.
His cap fell from his head, and curls, the hue of copper, slipped loosely down upon his forehead, while the open shirt just revealed the curve of a white bosom.
"A woman!" exclaimed Stefan, letting go of Anton in his blank astonishment.
Slowly Ellerey"s sword was lowered, and for a moment he did not speak.
Then almost in a whisper he said:
"Maritza! Princess Maritza."
CHAPTER XVII
THE TRUE WORTH OF BARON PETRESCU
There was excitement in Sturatzberg. Rumor flies fast, and the moment it was whispered that the city gates were watched, that Captain Ellerey, of his Majesty"s Horse, was to be arrested, men began to stop and gossip at street corners, and women to stand upon their thresholds ready to give, or to receive, information. Strange stories grew current in this manner, which served to keep the excitement alive until more definite news were forthcoming. There was unwonted stir in the secret societies and clubs, sympathy being with Ellerey, since he had in some manner offended the Government. They did not stay to inquire what he had done, or, indeed, to think whether his action would tend to further any scheme of their own; it was enough that he had shown defiance to the powers that be. Every hour fresh rumors were started and eagerly discussed and as eagerly denied. Only two things were definite: there was much coming and going at the palace, and Captain Ellerey was not to be found.
Those who lead rebellion, or pull the wires of conspiracies, are seldom open with those they lead, any more than the policy of King"s Ministers is wholly spread before the people. There were leaders in Sturatzberg who knew many things, who shrewdly guessed at more, and their knowledge was not rea.s.suring.
Lord Cloverton did not expect the immediate arrest of Ellerey after the failure to discover him at the Countess Mavrodin"s. He had fully believed that he was there, and had purposely kept the Countess driving in the Bois until such time as the search should be accomplished. The failure was disappointing, but his interview with the Countess would bear fruit. Ellerey would have to move cautiously, and time was therefore gained. The gates were closed that night, and no Captain Ellerey had pa.s.sed through them. Countess Mavrodin"s house was watched, and no one had left it. So the Amba.s.sador met the morning with a smile; so far his prompt action had saved the situation. A few hours were destined to bring him surprises. First came the news of the return of Captain Ward"s cloak. The messenger who brought it was promptly taken before the Amba.s.sador and sharply questioned. He had received it from Captain Ellerey himself an hour before midnight, he said.
"Why were you chosen as a messenger?" asked Lord Cloverton.
"I cannot say. I brought it because I was paid to do so."
"You seem very certain of the time. Did Captain Ellerey tell you the hour?"
"No, sir; the clocks were striking the hour as he spoke to me."
"What is Captain Ellerey like?"
The description given seemed satisfactory until after the man had been dismissed, and then Lord Cloverton recognized that it would fit many men. The cloak was Captain Ward"s, but there was no certainty that Ellerey was the man who had given it to the messenger. To-day the city was being searched; the return of the cloak went to prove that Ellerey was still in Sturatzberg; had that been the intention in returning it?
The smile of satisfaction slowly faded from the Amba.s.sador"s face, and he began to grow feverish for further news. Later he was with the King when the Countess Mavrodin begged for an audience.
"She may unwittingly enlighten your Majesty," said Lord Cloverton, He could not believe that his cleverness would not be sufficient, sooner or later, to make the Countess betray herself, although the past was utterly barren of result.
So Frina Mavrodin was admitted. The presence of the British Amba.s.sador did not disconcert her. She went to the point at once.
"Is it true, your Majesty, that my house was searched yesterday by your instructions?" she asked.
"Countess, how can you think that?" said the King. "It is true that I commanded the arrest of Captain Ellerey, and that command may have been used to open your doors, as it would serve to open any door in Sturatzberg."
"I have heard of no other house being entered by force," the Countess answered. "Naturally, I seek to know why I am suspected."
She puzzled Lord Cloverton more than ever. This was a bold stroke to disarm suspicion.
"My dear Countess," said the King, blandly, "would you hold me responsible for the actions of my officers? Believe me, the city is being searched in every corner for this rebel Captain. It is pardonable if in the search some annoyance is given to innocent persons, is it not? Their loyalty should overlook the offence."
"True; but your Majesty, I would humbly submit, overlooks one fact of the gravest importance to me. That my house is searched for a rebel is nothing; but when it is searched for a man who, at Court, has been somewhat in my company, the action affects me curiously. It is not a question of loyalty, but one which concerns my fair fame."
"Surely, Countess, you exaggerate."
"Indeed, your Majesty, I do not, as Lord Cloverton can prove. Only yesterday, in the Bois, he made it evident that Court gossip linked my name with Captain Ellerey"s, and even suggested that I might render service to my country and this Englishman at the same time by saying all I knew. Is it not so, my lord? You were very anxious to save your countryman and get him out of the city?"
This was more than the Amba.s.sador had bargained for and an answer did not come readily to his lips.
"Is it not so, my lord?" the Countess repeated. "I admit, Countess, that, fancying there was some tender understanding between you and my countryman, I was willing, if possible, to render you a service. I seem to have heard that love has been accountable for strange, and even foolish actions. This is the beginning and the end of my offence."
"Are you sure of that?" she said. "Forgive me if I am mistaken, but the searching of my house was strangely timed with our drive in the Bois."
"Oh, Countess!" the Amba.s.sador exclaimed. "Surely you forget that I only availed myself of your courteous invitation."
"Which I could do no less than give since you explained that you had foregone your afternoon sleep to meet me there," she replied quickly, and smiled, the smile of a very charming woman of the world, as most people considered her; but Lord Cloverton seemed to catch some meaning behind the smile, and the King felt that he ought to come to his rescue.