Still, this was a safer topic than his previous conversation with Hussein-ul-Mulk, so he persevered gamely.
They soon reached the quay. Sir Hubert became almost incoherent with agitation when they pa.s.sed the _Blue-Bell_ and came into full view of Edith, Jack, Fairholme and Daubeney, who happened to leave the hotel shortly before five o"clock in order to visit the yacht and secure a good cup of tea.
Brett refused to accompany them, on the ground that his Italian scout, the pilot, might bring news at any hour, and he must remain within immediate call.
It was a supreme moment when Gros Jean halted and called general attention to the smart-looking vessel and the tea-drinkers.
Sir Hubert keenly examined the top of the funnel, and tried simultaneously to yawn and light a cigar. In the result he nearly choked himself. Mr. Winter, somewhat more prepared for emergencies, endeavoured to interest Gros Jean in the wonderful clearness of the water.
But Hussein-ul-Mulk and his two sedate friends suddenly betrayed a keen interest in Fairholme.
When they last met the earl on the tower of the Chateau d"If they were so engrossed in the object of their visit to Ma.r.s.eilles that he had pa.s.sed them unnoticed.
But now, looking steadily at him--for Fairholme was seated facing them, and was striving to maintain the semblance of an animated chat with Edith--there came to the Turks a memory, each instant becoming more definite, of an exciting scene in the Rue Barbette, and the opportune arrival of a stalwart young Englishman, backed up by a couple of gendarmes.
Hussein-ul-Mulk"s swarthy countenance reddened with suspicious anger. He drew Gros Jean on one side and whispered something to him. The Frenchman started violently.
"They have recognized you, Bobby!" murmured the quick-witted Edith.
"Oh, why didn"t we remain with Mr. Brett!"
There is no knowing what might have happened had not Fate stepped in to decide in dramatic fashion the important issues at stake.
Whilst Gros Jean and the Turk were still conferring in stealthy tones, and the English people endeavoured to keep up an appearance of complete unconcern, a tramp steamer swung round the corner of the mole that protects the harbour.
In tow, with sails trimly furled and six people standing on her small deck--a lady and gentleman and four sailors--was the _Belles Soeurs_, fishing-smack No. 107, from Ma.r.s.eilles. Instantly a watcher, otherwise unperceived, ran off from the quay at top speed towards the Hotel de France.
Gros Jean, the Turks, Edith, Fairholme--each and every member of the two parties on the wharf and on the deck of the _Blue-Bell_--momentarily forgot the minor excitement of the situation in view of this unexpected apparition.
"_Voila! Ils viennent! Venez vite!_" cried Gros Jean.
He ran further along the quay, followed by the Turks.
"Quick, Bobby! Oh, Jack, do something! Mr. Brett could not foresee this, though he seemed to have an inspiration that kept him in the hotel. What can we do? Dubois and the girl will know you at once! Jack, shouldn"t you keep out of sight?--go below--go and fetch Mr. Brett. Oh, dear, this is dreadful!"
Thus did Edith, for once yielding to feminine irresolution, appeal to her lover and brother, vainly seeking to discover the best line of action to follow in this disastrous circ.u.mstance, for she knew that the diamonds must now be in the personal possession of Dubois. It was a golden opportunity to recover the stolen gems. If once he eluded the grasp of his pursuers after landing they might--probably would--secure him, but not the diamonds.
Daubeney, now purple with perplexity, and Fairholme, swearing softly under his breath, sprang from the deck to the low wall of the quay.
Almost unconsciously they joined Sir Hubert and Mr. Winter. Edith followed them. She glanced at her brother. He was gazing curiously, vindictively, at the two figures on the deck of the _Belles Soeurs_.
There was a fierce gleam in his eyes, a set expression in his closed lips, a nervous twitching at the corners of his mouth, that betokened the overpowering emotions of the moment.
With a woman"s intuition Edith realized that no power on earth, no consideration of expediency, would restrain him from laying violent hands on Dubois at the first possible opportunity. She knew there must be a struggle, in which Gros Jean and the Turks, perhaps the four sailors, would partic.i.p.ate. They might use knives and firearms, whereas the Englishmen were unarmed.
So she ran back on board the yacht and cried to the Scotch engineer--
"Oh, Mr. Macpherson! Please come with some of your men! There may be a fight on the wharf, and Mr. Daubeney and the others will be outnumbered!"
Macpherson for once forgot his cautiousness. There was none of the characteristic slowness of the Scottish nation in his manner or language as he yelled down the fore-hatch: "Tumble up, there! Some d.a.m.ned Eye-talians are goin" to hammer the boss. Bring along a monkey-wrench or the first thing to hand. Shar-r-p"s the wo-r-rd!"
Forthwith there poured from the hatchway a miscellaneous mob of seamen, firemen and stewards. Following Edith and Macpherson, they ran along the quay. Already there was something unusual in progress. Loungers by the harbour, perceiving a disturbance, were running towards the scene of action.
A solitary Italian policeman, swaggering jauntily over the paved roadway, was suddenly startled out of his self-complacency.
"_Caramba!_" he shouted. Drawing his sabre, he broke into a run.
For matters had developed with melodramatic suddenness. Casting off the steamer"s tow-ropes, the _Belles Soeurs_ swung alongside the wharf much more easily and quickly than did the friendly vessel by whose aid she had so soon reached Palermo.
Both steamer and smack had already been searched by the Customs"
officers, who boarded them in the quarantine station, and the reason that the schooner had not been earlier sighted from the sh.o.r.e was supplied by the mere chance that she was rendered invisible by close proximity to her bigger companion.
The instant that the fishing-boat was tied to the wharf, Mlle. Beaucaire sprang ash.o.r.e. Gros Jean, breathless and excited, was there to greet her. But the greeting between father and daughter was not very cordial.
The innkeeper seemed to be dumbfounded with surprise at her early arrival.
Dubois followed more leisurely. He took no notice of Gros Jean, and appeared to be looking around for a cab. Two of the sailors were handing up a couple of portmanteaus from the deck. Hussein-ul-Mulk and the two other Turks, unable to restrain their excitement, crowded round the pink-and-white Frenchman, jabbering volubly, but Mademoiselle and her father moved some slight distance away.
At this juncture Mr. Winter strode resolutely forward, seized Dubois firmly by the shoulder, and said--
"Henri Dubois! In the name of the King of England I arrest you for the murder of----"
The detective"s words were stopped by a blow.
A wild struggle promptly ensued. The man turned on him like a tiger, and the Turks joined in. Gros Jean, too, ran back to take a hand in the fray. Fairholme, Sir Hubert, Daubeney and Talbot flung themselves on the would-be rescuers, and the four French sailors of the _Belles Soeurs_ leaped ash.o.r.e to a.s.sist their pa.s.senger in this unlooked-for attack.
Frantic yells and oaths came from the confused mob, and knives were drawn. Talbot had but one desire in life--to get his fingers on Dubois"
throat. He had almost reached him, for Winter clung to his prey with bull-dog tenacity, when an astounding thing happened. The Frenchman"s handsome moustaches fell off, and beneath the clever make-up on her face were visible the boldly handsome features of La Belle Cha.s.seuse, now distorted by rage and fear.
"You fool!" yelled Talbot to Winter. "You have let him escape!"
Tearing himself from the midst of the fight, he was just in time to see the female figure, which he now knew must be Dubois masquerading in his mistress"s clothes, jumping into a cab and driving off towards the Corso Vittorio Emmanuele.
"Come on, Fairholme!" he cried. "He cannot get away! Here comes an empty carriage!"
But now Macpherson and his allies had reached the scene. Using a "monkey-wrench or the first thing to hand," they placed the Turks, Gros Jean, and the crew of the _Belles Soeurs_ on the casualty list.
Mr. Winter"s indignation on finding that he had arrested a woman was painful. In his astonishment he released his grasp and turned to look at the disappearing vehicle containing the criminal he so ardently longed to lay hands upon.
La Belle Cha.s.seuse, with the vicious instinct of her cla.s.s, felt that Talbot"s pursuit of her lover must be stopped at all costs.
She suddenly produced a revolver and levelled it at him. Fairholme and Edith alone noted her action. At the same instant they rushed towards her, but the girl reached her first.
With a frenzied prayer that she might be in time--for she had been told of this woman"s prowess with a pistol--Edith caught hold of her wrist and pulled it violently. Her grip not only disconcerted Mademoiselle"s deadly aim, but also caused her to press the trigger. There was a loud report, a scream, and Edith collapsed to the ground with a severe bullet wound in her left shoulder. Even her cloth jacket was set on fire by the close proximity of the weapon.
It is to be feared that Fairholme flung La Belle Cha.s.seuse from off the quay into the harbour with unnecessary violence. Indeed, the Italian onlookers, not accustomed to sanguinary broils, subsequently agreed that this was the _piece de resistance_ of the spectacle, for the lady was pitched many feet through the air before she struck the water, whence she was rescued with some difficulty.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Fairholme flung La Belle Cha.s.seuse with unnecessary violence." --_Page 278._]
Careless how or where Mademoiselle ended her flight, the earl dropped on his knees beside Edith and quickly pressed out the flames of the burning cloth with his hands. He burnt himself badly in the act, but of this he was insensible. Then he bent closer and looked desperately, almost hopelessly, into her face.
"Speak to me, darling!" he moaned in such a low, broken-hearted voice that even Sir Hubert, himself almost mad with grief, realized how the other suffered.