"No, I do not believe it."
"To what do you refer?" Ellerey asked.
"To that card scandal of yours. I believe you are an innocent man. Why don"t you prove it?"
Ellerey took up the letter which he had thrown on the table when Lord Cloverton entered.
"Do you know Sir Charles Martin?" he asked, holding the letter out to him.
"I have heard of him. Who that is interested in English politics has not? I may live to see him Prime Minister. What, do you wish me to read this?"
"If you please." Lord Cloverton read the letter through.
"Evidently an intimate friend of yours. You could not have a better sponsor for your character. I think he gives you excellent advice."
"You would give me the same, Lord Cloverton?"
"Certainly."
"Why?"
"Because you are an innocent man. It is your duty to fight for your character to the last ditch."
"Why should you suppose I am not fighting for my character?" Ellerey asked.
"Here in Sturatzberg?"
"Why not? Words will never mend a broken reputation; deeds may."
"Deeds done here will not count in England."
"And in England, or for England, I am debarred from doing anything.
A sorry position, is it not, my lord?"
"I am advising you to alter it."
"But you have not told me why," said Ellerey. "Shall I tell you the reason, Lord Cloverton? You wish me to leave Sturatzberg."
"Why should I?"
"That you must tell me."
"There is a candor about you, Captain Ellerey, that compels straightforward treatment in return, and you shall have it. I have a misgiving that your presence here will tend to hamper my work, and by my work I mean England"s interests. I do not pretend to know exactly in what direction you will hinder me, but I can guess, and you are too good a man to be crushed while striving against your own country. Go back to England. I thoroughly believe in you, and you shall have my hearty support in your endeavor to establish your innocency."
"You are very good, my lord, and I thank you; but I regret that I cannot comply with your wishes. I shall not leave Sturatzberg."
"You prefer to be crushed?"
"Yes, in the service of my adopted country. We fight with different weapons, Lord Cloverton."
"Then it is to be war between us?"
"You seem to say so. I cannot leave Sturatzberg."
"Is it not possible that some sense of honor may exist here, that officers here may not care to a.s.sociate with one who has been convicted of cheating, even though he be a foreigner?"
"I am not afraid that Lord Cloverton will spread such a report of me."
"My country stands first with me, Captain Ellerey."
"But not to make you dishonorable. You are attempting to do yourself an injustice. Besides if I were driven to use such weapons in self-defence, is it not possible that Lord Cloverton has some enemies in Sturatzberg?"
"Many, no doubt."
"I might suggest, for instance, that he had secretly sought to alienate the loyalty of one of his Majesty"s officers."
"Enough, Captain Ellerey," said Lord Cloverton rising. "I see that we must unfortunately be enemies. It is a pity. You will be crushed under the Juggernaut of international politics."
"It may be so, it may not," said Ellerey. "Believe me, I am not unmindful of your kindness; but as I have said, we fight with different weapons. You wield the power of the politician; I have only my sword.
We cannot therefore meet in hand-to-hand encounter. I should hesitate to use my sword against my countrymen, but until British soldiers hold the heights above Sturatzberg there is no need to consider that question; and your work, I presume, lies in preventing any chance of such a contingency. If you could forget that I am an Englishman, and remember only that I am a Captain of Horse, subject to the commands of my superior officer, you would understand my position better."
"You are a difficult man to deal with, but I rather like you," said the Amba.s.sador, holding out his hand. "I regret that Fate makes us enemies, and if at the last moment I can save you from being entirely crushed, I will."
"Thank you. I, too, may find an opportunity of rendering you a service, my lord."
As Lord Cloverton went quickly away, a man who had been sitting at a small table in a cafe opposite, who had sipped two gla.s.ses of absinthe and smoked innumerable cigarettes, rose hastily and crossed the street.
His dress was travel-stained, and he had evidently ridden through dirty weather, for his boots were thickly cased with mud. Ellerey was almost as surprised to see De Froilette as he had been to see the Amba.s.sador.
"You have been away from Sturatzberg," he said.
"I have only just returned," De Froilette answered, throwing out his arms to draw attention to his clothes, "and before going to the Altstra.s.se came to prepare you. I have been waiting at the cafe opposite until Lord Cloverton came out."
"And wondering why he visited me?" asked Ellerey, smiling.
"Wondering, rather, how far you would be successful in deceiving him."
"He was disposed to be friendly," said Ellerey, carelessly taking up Sir Charles Martin"s letter from the table and putting it in his pocket.
"Friendly! A trick of his, monsieur, a trick."
"Exactly. We have agreed to be enemies."
"Ah, but that was foolish," said De Froilette quickly. "You should have played with him even as I do. He believes that I am very friendly, while I hate him."
"That is your method; it is not mine. I am not an adept at crawling, even to the British Amba.s.sador."
"What does he suspect?" asked De Froilette after a pause, during which he had seemed inclined to resent Ellerey"s words.
"Naturally, he did not say, and I am unable to guess, which is hardly remarkable, seeing that I am entirely in the dark myself."