Henriette replied to her queries bashfully, bobbing her head at every reply. She was much impressed by the lady"s attention. Finally the latter looked full at Ruth, and asked:
"Your friend is from the hospital, Hetty?"
"Oh, yes, Madame!" Henriette hastened to say. "She is an _Americaine_.
Of the Red Cross."
"I could imagine her nativity," said the countess, bowing to Ruth, and with cordiality. "I traveled much with the count-years ago. All over America. I deem all Americans my friends."
"Thank you, Madame," replied Ruth gravely.
At the moment the stern-faced Bessie came through the little postern gate. She approached the countess and stood for a moment respectfully waiting her mistress" attention.
"Ah, here is the good Bessie," said the countess, and pa.s.sed the serving woman the loop of the dog"s leather leash. "Take him away, Bessie.
Naughty Bubu! Do you know, he should be punished-and punished severely.
He had slipped his collar again. See his legs? You must draw the collar up another hole, Bessie."
The harsh voice of the old woman replied, but Ruth could not understand what she said. The dog was led away; but Ruth saw that Bessie stared at her, Ruth, curiously-or was it threateningly?
The countess turned again to speak to the two girls. "Old Bessie comes from America, Mademoiselle," she explained. "I brought her over years ago. She has long served me."
"She comes from Mexico, does she not?" Ruth asked quietly.
"Yes. I see you have bright eyes-you are observant," said the countess.
"Yes. Mexico was Bessie"s birthplace, although she is not all Spanish."
Ruth thought to herself: "I could guarantee that. She is part German.
"Elizabeth"-yes, indeed! And does this lady never suspect what her serving woman may be?"
The countess dismissed them with another kindly word and gesture.
Henriette was very much wrought up over the incident.
"She is a great lady," she whispered to Ruth. "Wait till I tell my father and mother how she spoke to me. They will be delighted."
"And this is a republic!" smiled Ruth. Even mild toadyism did not much please this American girl. "Still," she thought, "we are inclined to bow down and worship a less worthy aristocracy at home-the aristocracy of wealth."
Henriette ran her down to the town and to the hospital gate. Ruth was more than tired-she felt exhausted when she got out of the car. But she saw the matron before retiring to her own cell for a few hours" sleep.
"We shall need you, Mademoiselle," the Frenchwoman said distractedly.
"Oh! so many poor men are here. They have been bringing them in all day.
There is a lull on the front, or I do not know what we should do. The poor, poor men!"
Ruth had to rest for a while, however, although she did not sleep. Her mind was too painfully active.
Her thoughts drummed continually upon two subjects, the mystery regarding Tom Cameron-his letter to her found in another man"s pocket.
Secondly, the complications of the plot in which the woman in black, the two crooks from America, and the occupants of the chateau seemed all entangled.
She hoped hourly to hear from Tom; but no word came. She wished, indeed, that she might even see Charlie Bragg again; but n.o.body seemed to have seen him about the hospital of late. The ambulance corps was shifted around so frequently that there was no knowing where he could be found, save at his headquarters up near the front. And Ruth Fielding felt that she was quite as near the front here at Clair as she ever wished to be!
She went on duty before midnight and remained at work until after supper the next evening. She had nothing to do with the severely wounded, of course; but there was plenty to do for those who had already been in the hospital some time, and whom she knew.
Ruth could aid them in simple matters, could read to them, write for them, quiet them if they were nervous or suffering from sh.e.l.l-shock. She tried to forget her personal anxieties in attending to the poor fellows and aiding them to forget their wounds, if for only a little while.
But she climbed to her cell at last, worn out as she was by the long strain, with a determination to communicate with the French police-head in Lyse regarding the men who had robbed the Red Cross supply department.
She wrote the letter with the deliberate intention of laying all the mystery, as she saw it, before the authorities. She would protect the woman in black no longer. Nor did she ignore the possibility of the Countess Marchand and her old serving woman being in some way connected with Legrand and Jose, the Mexican.
She lay bare the fact that the two men from America had been in a plot to rob the Red Cross at Robinsburg, and how they had accomplished their ends with the connivance (as Ruth believed) of Rose Mantel. She spared none of the particulars of this early incident.
She wrote that she had seen the man, Jose, in his character of the lame Italian, both on the steamship coming over, in Paris, and again here at Clair talking with the Mexican servant of the Countess Marchand.
Legrand, too, she mentioned as being in the neighborhood of Clair, now dressed as a captain of infantry in the French army.
She quite realized what she was doing in writing all this. Legrand, for instance, risked death as a spy in any case if he represented himself as an officer. But Ruth felt that the matter was serious. Something very bad was going on here, she was positive.
The only thing she could not bring herself to tell of was the suspicions she had regarding the ident.i.ty of the "werwolf," as the superst.i.tious country people called the shadowy animal that raced the fields and roads by night, going to and coming from the battle front.
It seemed such a silly thing-to repeat such gossip of the country side to the police authorities! She could not bring herself to do it. If the occupants of the chateau were suspected of being disloyal, what Ruth had already written, connecting Jose with Bessie, would be sufficient.
She wrote and despatched this letter at once. She knew it would be unopened by the local censor because of the address upon it.
Communications to the police were privileged.
Ruth wondered much what the outcome of this step would be. She shrank from being drawn into a police investigation; but the matter had gone so far now and was so serious that she could not dodge her duty.
That very next day word was sent in to Ruth from the guard at the entrance whom she had tipped for that purpose, that the American ambulance driver, Monsieur Bragg, was at the door.
When Ruth hastened to the court the _brancardiers_ had shuffled in with the last of Charlie"s "load" and he was cranking up his car. The latter looked as though it had been through No Man"s Land, clear to the Boche "ditches" it was so battered and mud-bespattered. Charlie himself had a bandage around his head which looked like an Afghan"s turban.
"Oh, my dear boy! Are you hurt?" Ruth gasped, running down the steps to him.
"No," grunted the young ambulance driver. "Got this as an order of merit. For special bravery in the performance of duty," and he grinned.
"Gosh! I can"t get hurt proper. I b.u.mped my head on a beam in the park-pretty near cracked my skull, now I tell you! Say! How"s your friend?"
"That is exactly what I don"t know," Ruth hastened to tell him.
"How"s that? Didn"t you go to Lyse?"
"Yes. But the man in whose pocket that letter to me was found isn"t Tom Cameron at all. It was some one else!"
"What? You don"t mean it! Then how did he come by that letter? I saw it taken out of the poor chap"s pocket. Johnny Mall wrote the note to you on the outside of it. I knew it was intended for you, of course."
"But the man isn"t Tom. I should say, Lieutenant Thomas Cameron."
"Seems to me I"ve heard of that fellow," ruminated the ambulance driver, removing his big spectacles to wipe them. "But I believe he _is_ wounded. I"m sorry," he added, as he saw the change in Ruth"s face.
"Maybe he isn"t, after all. Is-is this chap a pretty close friend of yours?"
Ruth told him, somewhat brokenly, in truth, just how near and dear to her the Cameron twins were. Telling more, perhaps, in the case of Tom, than she intended.
"I"ll see what I can find out about him. He"s been in this sector, I believe," he said. "I guess he has been at our headquarters up yonder and I"ve met him.