"I do," Allard declared, taking a step toward Adrian and throwing back his head obstinately. "It is not fit for the Emperor to go on the streets to-night. Sire, I have talked with Captain Alisov of the guards and with Zaliski of the secret police, and it is a seething frenzy of excitement out there. This morning"s attack has brought to the surface the most dangerous elements in the capital. To-morrow all may be under control, but to-night it is not fit."
"Your affectionate solicitude overwhelms me, Allard," Adrian retorted.
The irony and the allusion brought Allard"s color, but he maintained his position.
"Sire, I state a fact. There is real and serious danger in such a drive this evening. I beg you to consider seriously the event occurring at noon."
"I am not Feodor; the attack was on him. Let him keep his house if the people make it necessary."
This of the adored Regent, for whom the whole Empire mourned in bitter regret! It was too much.
"Sire, the attack this morning was intended for you," Allard flung with exasperated bluntness. "When the a.s.sailant saw the Grand Duke, he shouted directions how to prevent the explosion. It was meant for you; all the court and city know it."
Adrian stood quite still, looking from one to the other. Aghast at the introduction of rude truth, not venturing to deny what could be verified, Dalmorov found no words.
"For me?" the Emperor repeated.
"Yes, sire. And for that I am amazed at Baron Dalmorov"s willingness that you should go out."
"It is safe," cried Dalmorov furiously. "If you are afraid, Monsieur Allard, of your own tales, ask to be left here and let me attend his Imperial Majesty."
If the statement regarding the morning had made any impression on Adrian, he shook it off as soon as received.
"So; suppose I adopt that suggestion, Allard?" he remarked.
"Sire, if you go out I shall have the honor of going also."
"If I choose that you shall," the Emperor replied.
His eyes afire, Allard touched the star upon his coat.
"If this gives me any claim to your consideration, sire, you will not refuse me the privilege of accompanying you. I did not speak for myself, indeed I think you scarcely believe so; I spoke because the imperial carriage will attract every eye and recognition will be certain. There is no one in the Empire for whom the worst districts would be so dangerous as the brightest avenues will be for you, sire."
"You invited me out into that, Baron?" was the incredulous question.
"Because it is safe, sire. Because the Regent keeps the secret police on guard and I informed--" he checked himself abruptly.
The comprehension that rushed to Adrian"s expression was far from pleased.
"Oh; I was to go out for a private tour of observation, surrounded by the secret police. All my compliments, Dalmorov. It would doubtless have been safe, if somewhat misleading."
"No, sire--"
"Let me explain, Allard," he went on, mercilessly ignoring the baron"s dismay at the exposure of his designs before Stanief"s friend. "Dalmorov has long been interested in showing me the spirit of the capital and the necessity for various changes in the government. And regarding to-day as the climax of dissatisfaction with the Regent"s methods, he proposed a quiet drive through the princ.i.p.al streets as a means of gaging the public feeling. He suggested that I would find such a trip an amusing novelty."
Remembering their many expeditions Allard"s lips twitched, in spite of his indignant disgust at the intrigues which were dragging Stanief down with myriad nets of cobweb spinning.
"So I consented. The baron felt very strongly the conviction that the people themselves would prove to me the necessity of a different mode of rule at once. Now it appears that his zeal deceived him, and we can very well wait to conclude affairs with dignity next week. That will do, Dalmorov; the loving care that made you surround me with secret guards might also have impelled you to arrange the crowds from which I was to gather my opinion. I shall remain at home to-night. Pray say so to the police with whom you and the Regent annoy me, and send the carriage back to the stables."
Dalmorov waited an instant for the storm to settle. It was not the first stinging rebuke he had endured from the young autocrat, but he had the consolation of knowing that few or none of the court escaped the same infliction.
"I acted from the purest motives," he began, with profound humility. "If my too-great anxiety has displeased your Imperial Majesty, I am grieved to the heart."
Adrian turned to him again, his brow quite clear.
"Nothing can alter my regard for you, my dear baron," he interrupted kindly. "Only, do not interfere another time. Go, do my errand; I shall spend this evening looking over some plans with Allard. Good night."
There was a pause after the door closed. Adrian stood slowly removing his gloves, which he abstractedly tossed with his cloak upon the nearest chair, and Allard remained waiting patiently. With the latter"s relief at the decision was mingled a vague wonder at the parting glance he had received from Dalmorov. Certainly worsted in the late pa.s.sage of arms, the baron nevertheless had looked at his antagonist with malevolent and sinister triumph, a distinctly gratified hate. Was it because he divined that the American suffered with Stanief"s hurt, and would go with him into voluntary exile? There seemed no other solution, yet--
"Open the wardrobe and take out our wraps," Adrian"s matter-of-fact tones broke in upon the reverie. "I will walk to the garage with you, since the palace is watched, instead of letting you bring the car here."
"Sire!" gasped Allard.
"I told you after dinner that I was going out; I never change my mind.
Simply, Dalmorov is eliminated. Make haste, please."
In despair of gaining more, Allard obeyed, his brief satisfaction ended.
Resignedly he a.s.sisted Adrian into his long coat and put on his own, finding what comfort he could in the fact that they had taken many such journeys undetected.
In spite of his injunction to make haste, the Emperor did not take at once his cap and gauntlets but remained dangling his mask by its ribbons and watching his companion"s preparations.
"Allard," he said, "you have the faculty of finding yourself in posts of danger and making yourself famous. It is an art, or a destiny, that of being apropos. Three years ago you acquired a scar and a star in protecting me; now you have repeated the exploit for Feodor. Come here."
Wondering, Allard turned.
"Pardon, sire," he objected, "I did nothing at all for the Grand Duke.
He himself destroyed the bomb; I merely looked on and tried to help."
"Ah? Well, the Grand Duke and the rest of the capital do not agree with you. In the newspapers of several continents you are figuring as an example of self-possessed bravery and devotion to our house; probably you do not care, but the world must have its sensations. And since Feodor can not give the tinsel toys that accompany such events, affairs are left in my hands. Bend your head--so."
He had lifted a slender, glittering cordon he himself wore, and deftly threw it around the other"s neck with the last word. Completely taken by surprise, Allard had no time for retreat.
"Sire, I should prefer not!" he exclaimed decidedly, almost angrily.
"I--the Grand Duke is my friend; such things have no place between us.
Forgive me, and allow me to decline."
"I do not care in the least whether you prefer or not," Adrian replied, with the most perfect indifference. "Or whether you earned it or not. It is simply a question of dignity. This is expected of me, and I refuse to have it said that I place a higher valuation on my own life than on that of any one else. You will accept, and wear the order. Of course you do not prize the plaything; neither do I. Shall we go?"
The presentation was sufficiently incongruous, indeed the whole scene was typical of Adrian himself in its mingling of medieval and ultra-modern: the two men in their half-opened motoring coats, and beneath, the gleam of the quaint, ancient, gemmed symbols. And the Emperor added the final touch by picking up the hideous goggled mask and putting it on.
"Let us go," he repeated.
Allard looked down at the pendant Maltese cross of rubies as he b.u.t.toned his coat, then caught up gauntlets and cap, and went to open the door.
"Dare I offer my thanks after being so ungracious, sire?" he asked contritely.
"If you choose. But I would rather have you remember in the future that I gave you the decoration before we took this drive, not after."
It was useless to endeavor to understand Adrian"s enigmatical moods, but that sentence puzzled Allard for many hours, whenever it recurred to him.