"My friendship would prompt me to do so."
"Then urge him, Countess, to withdraw from Sturatzberg. The torch now put to the dried wood is in his hand. What is he to me? Nothing; but I would save him if I could. What he is to you, I do not know. I am not skilled with women; but for your country"s sake urge his departure.
It must be done promptly, for I warn you the fire has already caught hold, and not all, even now, shall escape the burning."
"Your appeal to my patriotism might stir me, Lord Cloverton, did I know where to find Captain Ellerey."
"In that, Countess, I cannot help you. I had hoped you would know.
Have I your permission to stop the carriage?" She inclined her head.
They had returned close to the spot from which they had started. There were fewer carriages in the Bois, and hardly any pedestrians now. Lord Cloverton had, however, seen a man standing close to the roadway, and he beckoned him to the carriage.
"What news?" he asked sharply.
"Every gate is closely watched, my lord. By the King"s orders Captain Ellerey is to be stopped if he attempts to leave the city."
"I fear we are too late to render any service," said the Amba.s.sador, turning to the Countess. "It is a pity. The hand that holds the torch can hardly escape."
"It is not thought that the Captain has already left, but all efforts to find him have failed," said the man, and then at a sign from Lord Cloverton he withdrew.
"I believe we are allies at heart, Countess; it is a pity we have no power to act."
"Perhaps you exaggerate the danger."
"I fear not," he answered, as he stepped from the carriage. "I foresee evil days for Sturatzberg. Good-day, Countess; if I can save the situation, it must be by the sacrifice of my countryman, I fear. It is a pity."
He stood bareheaded until the carriage had driven away, and then went quickly toward the Emba.s.sy. If Frina Mavrodin knew where Captain Ellerey was, as Lord Cloverton was convinced she did, she would warn him.
Whatever interests Ellerey had at heart, he would not chance disaster by attempting to leave the city until the watch upon the gates was relaxed to some extent. There must, therefore, be delay in whatever plot was in hand, and a few days now were of priceless value.
Politics had little place in Frina Mavrodin"s thoughts as she drove homeward through the city. She had denied that Desmond Ellerey had drawn sword in her cause, and yet might he not have done so after all?
What she had seen might only have been the end of a quarrel. Baron Petrescu may have spoken some light word concerning her which Ellerey had resented. If Lord Cloverton had spoken the truth, Ellerey"s last thought had been of her. She was quite content that her fair fame should rest in his keeping. Now he was in danger. Whatever Lord Cloverton"s aims might be, one thing was certain--the city gates were closed against Ellerey"s departure. Without warning he would almost certainly be taken. How could she help him?
There was confusion at her door when the carriage stopped. Servants were in the hall expectantly awaiting her.
"What is it?" she asked.
"In your absence, Countess, we were powerless," answered her major-domo, pale even now with indignation. "The order was imperative."
"What order?"
"The order to search the house."
The Countess started, but was self-possessed again in a moment. Not all her servants knew of the ident.i.ty of the Princess.
"For whom were they looking?"
"For an English Captain named Ellerey," was the answer. "I said that no such person visited here at any time, but they would not believe me, and searched the whole house."
"And found--"
"No one, Countess."
The man was wise; he said no more before the other servants.
"I will complain to his Majesty," Frina answered, and then she went quickly to the apartments occupied by the Princess Maritza. Hannah met her on the threshold. "Has she not returned, my lady?"
"Where is she? How did she have warning?" asked Frina.
"She had gone long before. She went without a word to me. When they came asking for some Englishman, I had just wit enough to answer that I was your ladyship"s servant, and knew no Englishman; but it was hard work not to ask them what had become of my Princess."
"And Dumitru?"
"Gone, gone. I always took him for a cut-throat with that naked knife hidden in his shirt. I believe he has made away with her."
"Peace, woman. Say nothing. A word may ruin her. You can go."
"But, my lady--"
"You can go, I say."
There was a tone in the command that brooked no disobedience. The woman left the room hastily, leaving the Countess alone.
Alone. A wild rush of thoughts overwhelmed her. The hope and joy that had budded in her heart were suddenly blighted. The world seemed to slip away from her, leaving her alone indeed.
CHAPTER XII
GRIGOSIE
The Toison d"Or was an ancient inn standing back from the Bergenstra.s.se and reached by a narrow court. It did not advertise itself, was not easily found, and its frequenters were few. Those who used it seemed to use it often, for the landlord welcomed them like old friends. They were of the poorer sort, and the want of comfort in the place did not disturb them; perhaps the quality of the liquor made amends.
It presented a narrow front to the court, the great walls on either side appeared to have squeezed it. The two little windows above, the signboard flat against the wall, and the single door rather suggested a face; and the door, out of the perpendicular, looked strangely like a mouth awry uttering a cry of pain. The building was deep, however, and there was a long, narrow, low-pitched room at the rear, of which all the frequenters of the place were not aware. This room, even in broad daylight, was dim, and it grew dark there early. It was still light in the wider streets of the city, but in this room a candle was burning on the corner of a table, beside which a man sat. He had pushed back the remains of a meal, and his fingers played reflectively with the tankard which the landlord had replenished a few moments before.
The landlord had asked no questions, had attempted no conversation.
When Desmond Ellerey had entered and called for liquor, he had made a sign to the landlord as he had been instructed, and which was perfectly understood. Two men were drinking in the doorway at the time, and when they had gone the landlord led Ellerey to the long room.
"There will be inquiries for me, landlord. Whoever gives the sign bring him in at once, but no one else, mind."
The landlord nodded.
"Let me have food and drink. I care not what so there is plenty of it.
I have not broken fast since yesterday."
Throwing aside one cloak which he carried over his arm, and loosening the one he wore, Ellerey disclosed the fact that he was well armed, and booted and spurred for a journey. Earlier in the day Stefan had met him at a tavern in the city, bringing these clothes with him as directed in the note which the boy had delivered. The remains of the Court uniform which he had worn last night had been hidden away, and there was nothing now in Ellerey"s dress to mark him as a King"s officer.
He had already waited three hours, or more, and began to grow impatient.