After the second time, they put me in the Black Cell, and I saved myself from madness by calling to memory all of Shakespeare that I had ever learned. I don"t say "impossible" because I am afraid of that again. I have pa.s.sed beyond fear of anything. What have I left to dread? I know the worst; I have lived through the worst that can befall a man. But in that dreadful blackness, where my very soul seemed to dissolve in night, I realized that, even if I could escape, how useless freedom would be if my innocence were not proved. I could not go to France or England. I should live a hunted life. As well be an exile here as nearer home--better, perhaps, now that the first bitterness has pa.s.sed."
"You think this because you"ve been ill, and your blood runs slow," said George Trent. "All you need is to be strong again, and----"
"Strong again!" echoed Maxime, with sorrowful contempt. "I"ve been thanking heaven that I hadn"t strength enough left to care for anything.
It"s true, as you say; the oil in my lamp of life burns low, and so much the better for me. What I want now is to get it all over as soon as may be. You are kind--you are so good to me that I am lost in wonder; yet even you cannot give me a freedom worth having. Take back my love to my sister, but tell her--tell her that I am content to stay as I am."
"Content to die, you mean!" cried Virginia.
"Oh, you are ill indeed to feel like this. How can you bear to stay here, when you have a chance to be a free man--even if not a happy man--to stay here, and let your enemy, who sent you to this place, laugh and think how his plot against you has succeeded?"
The dreamy look of weary resignation on Maxime Dalahaide"s face changed to alertness. "Why do you speak of an enemy, and a plot against me?" he asked. "That poor girl was murdered; but I have never thought that she was killed because her murderer wished to involve me. That part was an accident. Liane Devereux----"
"Is not dead," broke in Virginia. "She is on our yacht now, in the harbour of Noumea. When you come, and she sees you, she will confess the whole plot."
"But I saw her lying dead--a thousand times that sight has been before my eyes."
"It was not she. If you want to know all, to fathom the whole mystery, and learn how to prove your own innocence, you will not refuse to do what we ask."
Maxime"s thin face no longer looked like a carving in old ivory. The statue had come to life. The spring of hope had begun to stir in his veins. "If it were possible to prove it--at this late day!" he exclaimed.
"But even if it were--you forget the tremendous difficulties in the way of escape. How could I reach your yacht? It could not come near enough to sh.o.r.e here to pick me up; even a small boat would be seen----"
"Not at night," said Virginia.
"Remember, it is moonlight. The night will be like day. Long before a small boat could reach the yacht from the beach she would be followed, overtaken, and not only should I be brought back, but I should have the misery of knowing that I had been the cause of bringing my brave friends into trouble. They would fire upon us. If I were killed it would matter little enough; but if you were to be shot----" He spoke to George Trent, but his eyes moved quickly to Virginia"s face.
"My sister would be waiting for us on board the _Bella Cuba_," said Trent. "Roger Broom and I will take jolly good care of ourselves--and of you, too, if you"ll only give us a chance."
"If you"d come here a month ago," sighed the prisoner, "before I got this wound in my back! Now I"m afraid it"s too late. I"ve let myself go. I thought I saw the one door of escape for me opening--death; and instead of turning my back I walked toward it. I"ve let my strength down. I haven"t eaten or slept much, and I began to have a pleasant feeling of slipping easily out with the tide. Now there"s an incentive to stop, the tide"s too strong and I"m too weak. I can"t count on myself."
"Count on us," said George. "We"ll see you through, you bet. And think of your sister. We promised we"d take you back with us. We can"t go to her without you, after raising her hopes. It would kill her." Trent glanced at Virginia, as if expecting her to add encouraging arguments to his; but she was silent, her eyes alone appealing to Dalahaide. George Trent was her half-brother, and had known her all her life, but he felt the thrill of that look in the girl"s beautiful eyes. How much more, then, must Maxime Dalahaide have felt it, he said to himself.
"It is the risk for you I think of--if I fail," the prisoner exclaimed.
"If I had only myself to consider I should hesitate no longer."
"We have come a long, long way to you," Virginia"s eyes said; and her lips would have added something had not George"s hand fallen suddenly in warning on her shoulder. "Somebody is coming," he whispered. "For all our sakes, don"t fail us, Dalahaide. We shall look for you to-night--there,"
and he nodded toward the water. "Make your way to the beach and hide among the rocks till you see our little boat. Don"t take to the water--remember the sharks. If you"re not there to-night, we"ll hang about till the next."
"We"ll wait till you come, if we wait a year," said Virginia.
There was time for no more. The Commandant, with Roger Broom by his side, appeared round the corner of the winding path near by.
"Well, mademoiselle, have we given you time to finish your interview, and has it been satisfactory?" asked the old Frenchman good-naturedly.
"You have given us just enough time, and it has been most satisfactory, thank you," the girl answered. "I hope," she added, "to make the very best use of it later." And again her eyes met those of the statue that she had waked to life.
CHAPTER IX
A CRY ACROSS THE WATER
It was night in the harbour of Noumea; a night of pitiless, white, revealing moonlight which sharpened the black outline of every shadow, and made the whitewashed wall of each low house gleam like mother-o"-pearl. Had there been no secret business on foot, Virginia Beverly"s beauty-loving soul would have been on its knees in worship of the scene as she sat on the deck of the yacht, which seemed not to float in water, but to hang suspended in the transparent, mingling azure of sea and sky. To her the moon was an enemy, cruel and terrible. She would have given her right hand for a dark curtain cloud to be drawn across that blazing lamp and the scintillating stars reflected in the water like sequins shining through blue gauze.
Midnight was near, and the yellow lights of the town were fewer than they had been. The quay was quiet and deserted, and the Ile Nou was a black shape in the translucent glitter of the water. On the _Bella Cuba_ all was very still, and each whisper of the little waves that lapped against the side of the yacht came distinctly to Virginia"s ears.
The Countess de Mattos had not appeared at dinner, but had sent excuses, her head being much worse. But it was Virginia"s opinion that, once out of sight of Noumea, the lady intended to be convalescent. Kate Gardiner also was in retirement, and had for once shown temper even to Virginia; but Dr. Grayle"s report of the day was rea.s.suring, and as Kate had had no opportunity of doing harm, even if she had wished it, she and her grievances were dismissed from Virginia"s mind in these supreme moments.
Her eyes were straining after a small electric launch, which was already distant. Virginia could not look away, and still she tried to persuade herself that she could not see the little black gliding thing distinctly, because, if it was plainly visible to her, it must be so to other eyes also--if eyes on sh.o.r.e were waking and watching now.
Suddenly the boat disappeared behind a b.u.t.tress of rock silhouetted on the silver track of the moon, and at the same instant the yacht"s anchor began slowly to be hauled up.
Virginia knew what that meant. To-night"s work was for Roger and George, not for her; but she had each detail of the programme at her fingers"
ends--indeed, had helped to arrange it. When the launch had gone a certain distance from the _Bella Cuba_, on its stealthy way toward the Ile Nou, the yacht"s captain--an Englishman, discreet and expert--had orders to follow slowly. The start had not been made earlier, because it was desirable that town and prison should be asleep, and the danger of discovery minimized. If the yacht were seen moving in the night suspicion would be aroused, for leaving the harbour of Noumea is a perilous undertaking except between sunrise and sunset; yet she must move, and follow the boat like one of the great black sharks swimming with grim expectancy behind her, lest the little bark should be overtaken in case of alarm and pursuit.
No explanation had been given to Captain Gorst, who neither needed nor desired any. His orders were to follow the boat, and stand in as near the Ile Nou as possible without arousing attention on sh.o.r.e; there to wait until the launch returned, or to approach still closer to the island, if pursuit rendered it advisable. These orders Virginia knew he would obey to the letter; and she knew also, though no word had been spoken to her on the subject, that the little cannon, which had been silent since the _Bella Cuba_ had been a lightly armoured despatch-boat in the American-Spanish War, were ready to speak to-night, if worst came to worst.
It was that vague "worst" that troubled Virginia"s soul as, almost soundlessly, the heart of the _Bella Cuba_ began to beat, and she glided through the glimmering water. If only one could know exactly where and how to expect the blow, the thought that it might fall would be more bearable, the girl felt. But one of many things might happen to wreck their hopes; and failure now probably meant failure forever.
Maxime Dalahaide might be too ill to make the attempt to-night, or he might be watched in the act of making it. The men in the launch might miss seeing him, even if he had contrived to escape from the hospital and gain the beach. Or his flight might be discovered, and the launch only arrive near the sh.o.r.e in time for its occupants to see him dragged back to the old life, with all its past horrors, and many new ones added by way of punishment. Possibly the coral reefs and jagged rocks might prevent the launch getting close to sh.o.r.e, and Maxime would have to swim out to it. Then, there were the sharks. Virginia had already seen two or three to-day--hideous, black shapes swimming far down below the surface of the clear water--and she shuddered as she remembered the great snouts and cold, evil eyes of the man-eaters. What was that the Commandant had said in the afternoon? "The sharks are the best guardians the Ile Nou can have." Were those horrible watch-dogs of the sea on the lookout now?
At the same moment, the same thought was in the minds of Roger Broom and George Trent, as the little electric launch rounded the point of rock and lost sight of the _Bella Cuba_. The water, as they looked toward the Ile Nou, which must be their destination, was a flood of molten silver poured from the white-hot furnace of the full moon. They knew how black the launch must be on this sheet of radiance, how conspicuous an object to watchful eyes on sh.o.r.e; and though the glittering sheen destroyed the transparent effects of the water here, they guessed what gliding shapes were surely upon their track, coldly awaiting disaster.
Sitting in the boat they could not see the hospital; not a light was visible in any prison building; and they had the feeling that in any one of a dozen great ma.s.ses of shadow armed surveillants might be hiding, to spring out upon Maxime Dalahaide as he crept toward his friends and far-off safety. There was no sound except the crisp rustle of the water as the launch cut through it; but as they entered the lagoon, where among tall reeds the image of the moon lay unbroken like a fallen silver cup, a whispering ran through the rushes, as if to pa.s.s the news of their approach from ear to ear.
Suddenly a tall figure rose up on a slight eminence and waved its arms, then disappeared again so quickly that it might almost have been a fantastic shadow; but quickly as it had come and gone, Roger and George knew that their hope had not been in vain. Convict 1280 had completed the first stage of his journey. He had seen them coming to the rescue, and he had given them the secret of his hiding-place.
The two men were alone in the launch. Now, without a word, Roger Broom headed it for the point where the figure had appeared. There was a strange confusion of emotions in his brain, which still left it clear to act. Under his habitual air of lazy indifference he hid strong feelings, and at this moment they worked within him like fermenting wine. In this adventure he was playing for great stakes. Twice in the last year had Virginia refused him; her love and her beautiful self were all that Roger craved for in the world, but he had meant never to ask for them again, when this mad scheme of rescue had been conceived. He had opposed it as foolish and impossible; then Virginia had hinted that, if he would join her in it, giving help and advice, she would refuse him nothing. After that day he had thrown himself into the adventure heart and soul, saying little, but doing all that man could do. Though his few words had sometimes discouraged Virginia"s ardent hopes, he had doggedly meant to succeed if he had to die in the supreme effort. He had put his whole soul into the work, with no other thought until to-day. Then--he had seen what George Trent had seen; a certain look in Virginia"s eyes as they pleaded with Maxime Dalahaide to free himself. Her lips had said: "Do this for your sister"s sake." But her eyes had said: "Do it for mine." Never had such a light shone in those beautiful eyes for Roger; never would it so shine for him; and he knew it well, with a dull, miserable sickening of the heart, which was like a pinch from the hand of Death.
In a moment the whole face of the world had changed for him. He was a man of honour, and he would go on along the path which he had traced out for himself; but the wish to succeed in his task for the sake of success was murdered by that sweet light in a girl"s eyes. Something coldly calculating said to Roger Broom that it would be a good thing for him if Maxime failed to come to the rendezvous, on that night or any other night; or, if, in case he came, he should be retaken. Should this happen, Virginia"s implied promise need not hold good, but Roger thought he knew her generous heart well enough to be certain that she would in the end reward him for what he had tried to do, even though--not through his fault--the fight had been in vain. On the other hand, if he and George succeeded in saving Dalahaide, in bringing Dalahaide to Virginia--but Roger would not quite finish that thought in his mind. Resolutely he turned his back upon it, yet it grinned an evil, skeleton grin over his shoulder, and he could not make his ears deaf to the whisper that though he could and would hold Virginia to the keeping of her bargain, her heart would always have a holy of holies shut away from him.
Roger hated the cold Voice that explained his heart to his head, and he did his best not to listen. But all he could compa.s.s was not to let himself be guided by its promptings. If he had desired Dalahaide"s escape as whole-heartedly as before, he could have worked for it no harder than he did; still, he experienced no warmth of gladness at sight of the dark figure silhouetted for an instant against a moonlit haze. Trent was not close to him in the launch, and yet somehow he felt the thrill of joyous relief which shot through the younger man"s body at the signal, and envied it. But all was different with George; he could afford to be single-minded. Roger knew very well that George was in love with Madeleine Dalahaide, and that there was nothing he would not sacrifice for the happiness of giving her back her brother.
As Roger Broom wrestled with his own black thoughts, the launch, which had hitherto slipped swiftly toward its goal, dividing the rushes and reeds of the lagoon, refused to move on. The lush, green barricade was too thick to be cut through by its clean bow and the force of its powerful little electric motor.
"It"s no good," whispered George. "We can"t get on any farther. This is what I was afraid of. He"ll have to come out to us. Thank goodness, if we can"t get through, neither can the sharks."
"Where is he? Can you see him?" Roger asked. And the Voice was loud in his ears again.
"No, I wish I could. I don"t like to sing out. This luck of ours so far is too good to last."
"Stand up and wave your hand. Perhaps he"ll see and reply," said Roger.
Somehow he wanted George to take the initiative now. He was afraid of being unconsciously guided by the Voice.
George stood up and waved a handkerchief. No figure rose in response, but as if in answer, they heard a distant splashing in the water, and then, following so quickly that it blurred the impression of the first stealthy sound, came the sharp explosion of a shot. Instantly the slumberous silence of the tropical night was shattered by a savage confusion of noises. Other shots were fired, a great bell began to clang, another boomed a sullen echo, and from far away spoke the deep, angry voice of a cannon.
"Good heavens! that"s the cannon on board that beastly steam tub of theirs!" cried George. "Luckily for us it"s a makeshift concern and no gunboat; but it can catch us on our way back to the yacht, and if it does, all"s up."