"Nothing, he said," looking at my face. "Until we have the letter, nothing."
"But it"s impossible!" I cried.
"Why, no, Fritz," he answered thoughtfully. "It"s not possible yet; it may become so. But if we can catch Rupert in the next day, or even in the next two days, it"s not impossible. Only let me have the letter, and I"ll account for the concealment. What? Is the fact that crimes are known never concealed, for fear of putting the criminal on his guard?"
"You"ll be able to make a story, sir," James put in, with a grave but rea.s.suring air.
"Yes, James, I shall be able to make a story, or your master will make one for me. But, by G.o.d, story or no story, the letter mustn"t be found.
Let them say we killed him ourselves if they like, but--"
I seized his hand and gripped it.
"You don"t doubt I"m with you?" I asked.
"Not for a moment, Fritz," he answered.
"Then how can we do it?"
We drew nearer together; Sapt and I sat, while James leant over Sapt"s chair.
The oil in the lamp was almost exhausted, and the light burnt very dim.
Now and again poor Herbert, for whom our skill could do nothing, gave a slight moan. I am ashamed to remember how little we thought of him, but great schemes make the actors in them careless of humanity; the life of a man goes for nothing against a point in the game. Except for his groans--and they grew fainter and less frequent--our voices alone broke the silence of the little lodge.
"The queen must know," said Sapt. "Let her stay at Zenda and give out that the king is at the lodge for a day or two longer. Then you, Fritz--for you must ride to the castle at once--and Bernenstein must get to Strelsau as quick as you can, and find Rudolf Ra.s.sendyll. You three ought to be able to track young Rupert down and get the letter from him.
If he"s not in the city, you must catch Rischenheim, and force him to say where he is; we know Rischenheim can be persuaded. If Rupert"s there, I need give no advice either to you or to Rudolf."
"And you?"
"James and I stay here. If any one comes whom we can keep out, the king is ill. If rumors get about, and great folk come, why, they must enter."
"But the body?"
"This morning, when you"re gone, we shall make a temporary grave. I dare say two," and he jerked his thumb towards poor Herbert.
"Or even," he added, with his grim smile, "three--for our friend Boris, too, must be out of sight."
"You"ll bury the king?"
"Not so deep but that we can take him out again, poor fellow. Well, Fritz, have you a better plan?"
I had no plan, and I was not in love with Sapt"s plan. Yet it offered us four and twenty hours. For that time, at least, it seemed as if the secret could be kept. Beyond that we could hardly hope for success; after that we must produce the king; dead or alive, the king must be seen. Yet it might be that before the respite ran out Rupert would be ours. In fine, what else could be chosen? For now a greater peril threatened than that against which we had at the first sought to guard.
Then the worst we feared was that the letter should come to the king"s hands. That could never be. But it would be a worse thing if it were found on Rupert, and all the kingdom, nay, all Europe, know that it was written in the hand of her who was now, in her own right, Queen of Ruritania. To save her from that, no chance was too desperate, no scheme too perilous; yes, if, as Sapt said, we ourselves were held to answer for the king"s death, still we must go on. I, through whose negligence the whole train of disaster had been laid, was the last man to hesitate.
In all honesty, I held my life due and forfeit, should it be demanded of me--my life and, before the world, my honor.
So the plan was made. A grave was to be dug ready for the king; if need arose, his body should be laid in it, and the place chosen was under the floor of the wine-cellar. When death came to poor Herbert, he could lie in the yard behind the house; for Boris they meditated a resting-place under the tree where our horses were tethered. There was nothing to keep me, and I rose; but as I rose, I heard the forester"s voice call plaintively for me. The unlucky fellow knew me well, and now cried to me to sit by him. I think Sapt wanted me to leave him, but I could not refuse his last request, even though it consumed some precious minutes.
He was very near his end, and, sitting by him, I did my best to soothe his pa.s.sing. His fort.i.tude was good to see, and I believe that we all at last found new courage for our enterprise from seeing how this humble man met death. At least even the constable ceased to show impatience, and let me stay till I could close the sufferer"s eyes.
But thus time went, and it was nearly five in the morning before I bade them farewell and mounted my horse. They took theirs and led them away to the stables behind the lodge; I waved my hand and galloped off on my return to the castle. Day was dawning, and the air was fresh and pure.
The new light brought new hope; fears seemed to vanish before it; my nerves were strung to effort and to confidence. My horse moved freely under me and carried me easily along the gra.s.sy avenues. It was hard then to be utterly despondent, hard to doubt skill of brain, strength of hand, or fortune"s favor.
The castle came in sight, and I hailed it with a glad cry that echoed among the trees. But a moment later I gave an exclamation of surprise, and raised myself a little from the saddle while I gazed earnestly at the summit of the keep. The flag staff was naked; the royal standard that had flapped in the wind last night was gone. But by immemorial custom the flag flew on the keep when the king or the queen was at the castle. It would fly for Rudolf V. no more; but why did it not proclaim and honor the presence of Queen Flavia? I sat down in my saddle and spurred my horse to the top of his speed. We had been buffeted by fate sorely, but now I feared yet another blow.
In a quarter of an hour more I was at the door. A servant ran out, and I dismounted leisurely and easily. Pulling off my gloves, I dusted my boots with them, turned to the stableman and bade him look to the horse, and then said to the footman:
"As soon as the queen is dressed, find out if she can see me. I have a message from his Majesty."
The fellow looked a little puzzled, but at this moment Hermann, the king"s major-domo, came to the door.
"Isn"t the constable with you, my lord?" he asked.
"No, the constable remains at the lodge with the king," said I carelessly, though I was very far from careless. "I have a message for her Majesty, Hermann. Find out from some of the women when she will receive me."
"The queen"s not here," said he. "Indeed we"ve had a lively time, my lord. At five o"clock she came out, ready dressed, from her room, sent for Lieutenant von Bernenstein, and announced that she was about to set out from the castle. As you know, the mail train pa.s.ses here at six."
Hermann took out his watch. "Yes, the queen must just have left the station."
"Where for?" I asked, with a shrug for the woman"s whim. "Why, for Strelsau. She gave no reasons for going, and took with her only one lady, Lieutenant von Bernenstein being in attendance. It was a bustle, if you like, with everybody to be roused and got out of bed, and a carriage to be made ready, and messages to go to the station, and--"
"She gave no reasons?"
"None, my lord. She left with me a letter to the constable, which she ordered me to give to his own hands as soon as he arrived at the castle.
She said it contained a message of importance, which the constable was to convey to the king, and that it must be intrusted to n.o.body except Colonel Sapt himself. I wonder, my lord, that you didn"t notice that the flag was hauled down."
"Tut, man, I wasn"t staring at the keep. Give me the letter." For I saw that the clue to this fresh puzzle must lie under the cover of Sapt"s letter. That letter I must myself carry to Sapt, and without loss of time.
"Give you the letter, my lord? But, pardon me, you"re not the constable." He laughed a little.
"Why, no," said I, mustering a smile. "It"s true that I"m not the constable, but I"m going to the constable. I had the king"s orders to rejoin him as soon as I had seen the queen, and since her Majesty isn"t here, I shall return to the lodge directly a fresh horse can be saddled for me. And the constable"s at the lodge. Come, the letter!"
"I can"t give it you, my lord. Her Majesty"s orders were positive."
"Nonsense! If she had known I should come and not the constable, she would have told me to carry it to him."
"I don"t know about that, my lord: her orders were plain, and she doesn"t like being disobeyed."
The stableman had led the horse away, the footman had disappeared, Hermann and I were alone. "Give me the letter," I said; and I know that my self-control failed, and eagerness was plain in my voice. Plain it was, and Hermann took alarm. He started back, clapping his hand to the breast of his laced coat. The gesture betrayed where the letter was; I was past prudence; I sprang on him and wrenched his hand away, catching him by the throat with my other hand. Diving into his pocket, I got the letter. Then I suddenly loosed hold of him, for his eyes were starting out of his head. I took out a couple of gold pieces and gave them to him.
"It"s urgent, you fool," said I. "Hold your tongue about it." And without waiting to study his amazed red face, I turned and ran towards the stable. In five minutes I was on a fresh horse, in six I was clear of the castle, heading back fast as I could go for the hunting-lodge.
Even now Hermann remembers the grip I gave him--though doubtless he has long spent the pieces of gold.
When I reached the end of this second journey, I came in for the obsequies of Boris. James was just patting the ground under the tree with a mattock when I rode up; Sapt was standing by, smoking his pipe.
The boots of both were stained and sticky with mud. I flung myself from my saddle and blurted out my news. The constable s.n.a.t.c.hed at his letter with an oath; James leveled the ground with careful accuracy; I do not remember doing anything except wiping my forehead and feeling very hungry.
"Good Lord, she"s gone after him!" said Sapt, as he read. Then he handed me the letter.
I will not set out what the queen wrote. The purport seemed to us, who did not share her feelings, pathetic indeed and moving, but in the end (to speak plainly) folly. She had tried to endure her sojourn at Zenda, she said; but it drove her mad. She could not rest; she did not know how we fared, nor how those in Strelsau; for hours she had lain awake; then at last falling asleep, she had dreamt.
"I had had the same dream before. Now it came again. I saw him so plain.
He seemed to me to be king, and to be called king. But he did not answer nor move. He seemed dead; and I could not rest." So she wrote, ever excusing herself, ever repeating how something drew her to Strelsau, telling her that she must go if she would see "him whom you know," alive again. "And I must see him--ah, I must see him! If the king has had the letter, I am ruined already. If he has not, tell him what you will or what you can contrive. I must go. It came a second time, and all so plain. I saw him; I tell you I saw him. Ah, I must see him again. I swear that I will only see him once. He"s in danger--I know he"s in danger; or what does the dream mean? Bernenstein will go with me, and I shall see him. Do, do forgive me: I can"t stay, the dream was so plain."