"I know not," replied Brett. "In any event you had better occupy the vacant seat and drive those two gentlemen to the city, where you can secure the means of bringing back your carriage."
In this guise the party returned to Palermo, evoking much wonderment all the way through the Corso Vittorio Emmanuele, whence no less than six outraged policemen followed them to the Hotel de France to obtain their names and addresses.
CHAPTER XXII
PIECING THE PUZZLE
Palermo was in a perfect ferment. Not since the last revolution had people seen such a pitched battle in the streets, for Macpherson and his myrmidons had used no gentle means to pacify Gros Jean and the Turks, whilst the crew of the _Belles Soeurs_ would not be in a fit state to go to sea for many days.
An excited mob of people surrounded the hotel when Brett and Talbot arrived with their wounded prisoner. Fortunately the Chief of Police came in person to ascertain the cause of all this turmoil. The first alarmist report that reached his ears made out that a species of international warfare had broken out in the harbour.
He told his subordinates to clear away the crowd, and explanations by Brett and Winter soon demonstrated the wisdom of an official _communique_ to the Press that the row on the pier was merely the outcome of a quarrel between some intoxicated sailors.
The Chief of the Police politely offered to place detectives at the disposal of the Englishmen for the proper custody of their captive.
Brett thanked him, but declined the proffered a.s.sistance, having decided to warn Winter not to interfere.
"The only prisoner of interest," he explained, "received such severe injuries during a struggle which he brought on himself that he will be quite unable to be moved for several days. His right arm is broken, and his face has been reduced to a pulp. There is a stout Frenchman named Beaucaire and three Turks who accompanied him, whom I recommend to your safe custody. We bring no charge against them, but it would be as well to keep them under lock and key until we have left Palermo."
"Do you mean the innkeeper Gros Jean and the Turks who accompanied him from Messina by train to-day?"
"Yes."
"You need not trouble about them. They have all been carried to the hospital."
"What!" exclaimed Brett. "How did they come to be injured?"
"I cannot tell you exactly, but they, together with some sailors from the fishing-smack, were knocked senseless by the crew of the steam yacht when the young lady was shot."
"What young lady?" demanded Brett and Talbot together. This conversation had taken place in the entrance of the hotel, whilst Dubois was being carried to a bedroom by the servants.
"Did you not know?" inquired the official gravely. "The young lady was of your company who stayed here with you--the niece of milord, the elderly gentleman."
"Edith! Shot, did you say!" cried her brother, leaning against the barrister for support.
"Yes, but not seriously, I hope. She has been brought here. The doctors are now with her in her room."
"Who shot her?" demanded Brett savagely.
"The person who was flung into the harbour by the other milord. It is stated that she is a woman, but really at this moment I have not heard all the facts. She was carried to the hospital with the others."
The two waited to hear no more. They ran upstairs, and Talbot would have fallen twice had not Brett supported him. Reaching the corridor which contained their apartments they found Sir Hubert, Lord Fairholme, Daubeney, and Mr. Winter standing silently, a sorrowful, motionless group, outside Edith"s room.
"What terrible thing has happened?" Brett asked them. "Surely Miss Talbot cannot be seriously hurt?"
The only one who could answer was Mr. Winter.
"We hope not, sir," he said, "but the doctors will be here in a moment.
They are extracting the bullet now."
Before the bewildered barrister could frame another question the door of Edith"s room opened noiselessly, and two Italian gentlemen emerged. One of them spoke English well. He addressed himself to Sir Hubert Fitzjames.
"I am glad to tell you," he said cheerfully, "that the young lady"s wound is not at all dangerous. It looks worse than it is. Most fortunately, the bullet first struck a large bone b.u.t.ton on her coat.
This, combined with the thick woollen material, and some small amount of padding placed beneath the collar by the maker, offered such resistance that the bullet lodged itself against the collar bone without breaking it. Consequently, although the wound has a nasty appearance, it is not at all serious. The young lady herself makes light of it. Indeed, she thought that an anaesthetic was unnecessary, but of course we administered one prior to extraction, and she is now resting quietly."
"You are not deceiving us, doctor? Tell us the truth, for Heaven"s sake." It was Fairholme"s voice, broken and hollow, that so fiercely uttered these words.
The kindly doctor turned and placed his hand upon the earl"s shoulder.
"I would not dream of such a thing," he answered. "It would be cruel to raise false hopes if the young lady"s condition were really dangerous.
Believe me, there is nothing to fear. With the careful attention she will receive, she will be well able to travel within a week, though, of course, the wound will not be fully healed until later."
Sir Hubert managed to stammer--
"When can we see her?"
"As soon as she wakes from sleep. We have given her a small draught, you understand, to secure complete rest after the shock of the operation. My colleague and I will return here at eight o"clock, and then there will probably be no reason why you should not speak to her. Meanwhile be confident; there is absolutely no cause for alarm."
With this rea.s.suring statement they had perforce to rest content. The medical men were about to take their departure when Brett intervened.
"There is yet another patient who requires your attention, gentlemen,"
he said. "You will find him in room No. 41. He is suffering from a broken arm and other injuries."
The doctors hurried off, and it was not long before they were able to make a satisfactory report concerning Dubois.
"The fracture of the ulna is a simple one," said the spokesman, "and will become all right in the ordinary course of nature. But what happened to the man"s face?"
"He settled a slight dispute with my friend here," said Brett, indicating Talbot, who was leaning with his head wearily resting on his hands. The accident to Edith had utterly unnerved her brother.
"Then all I can say," remarked the doctor, when he took his leave, "is that the settlement was complete. Whatever the debt may have been, it is paid in full!"
The Englishmen were now safe in the seclusion of a private room, so Brett resolved to arouse Talbot from the stupor which had settled upon him.
"Listen to me, Jack," he said. "You must pull yourself together. Don"t forget you have an important trust to discharge. Our first duty is to ascertain whether or not the diamonds are intact."
He laid on the table the belt taken from Dubois, and lifted out its precious contents with careful exactness. The men crowded around. Even amidst the exciting events of the hour, the sight of the fateful stones which had caused so much turmoil and bloodshed could not fail to be deeply interesting.
Predominant among them was the Imperial diamond, luminous, gigantic, awesome in its potentialities. Its size and known value rendered it one of the most remarkable objects in the world, whilst even in its present unfinished state the facets already cut by the workmen gave evidence to its brilliant purity.
Pulling himself together by an effort, Talbot advanced to the table and slowly counted the stones. There were fifty-one all told, and even the smallest of the collection was a diamond of great value.
"Yes," he said, "that is the correct number. I cannot be certain, but I believe they are the originals. The big one certainly is. It will be one of the happiest days of my life when I see the last of them."
"That day will arrive soon," remarked Brett quietly. "You and I, Mr.
Winter, must sail on the _Blue-Bell_ to-night for Ma.r.s.eilles. That is, if Mr. Daubeney is agreeable," he added, turning to that worthy gentleman, whose face was a trifle paler than it had been for years.