Then it was that one fully perceived, with a feeling of shame, how night had magnified the seriousness of the adventure; how it had been nothing, after all; how it would not fill more than half a column in the newspapers; how the officers of the ship must have despised the excited foolishness of pa.s.sengers who would not listen to reasonable, commonplace explanations.
The boat was evacuated in the twinkling of an eye. I have never seen a Channel steamer so quickly empty itself. It was as though the people were stricken by a sudden impulse to dash away from the poor craft at any cost. At the Customs, amid all the turmoil and bustle, I saw neither my young friend and his sister, nor my enemy, who so far had clung to me on my journey.
I learned that a train would start in about a quarter of an hour. I had some coffee and a roll at the buffet. While I was consuming that trifling refection the young man and his sister joined me. The girl was taciturn as before, but her brother talked cheerfully as he sipped chocolate; he told me that his name was Watts, and he introduced his sister. He had a pleasant but rather weak face, and as for his manner and bearing, I could not decide in my own mind whether he was a gentleman or a buyer from some London drapery warehouse on his way to the city of modes. He gave no information as to his profession or business, and as I had not even returned his confidence by revealing my name, this was not to be wondered at.
"Are you going on to Paris?" he said presently.
"Yes; and the sooner I get there the better I shall be pleased."
"Exactly," he smiled. "I am going, too. I have crossed the Channel many times, but I have never before had such an experience as last night"s."
Then we began to compare notes of previous voyages, until a railway official entered the buffet with a raucous, "Voyageurs pour Paris, en voiture."
There was only one first-cla.s.s carriage, and into this I immediately jumped, and secured a corner. Mr. Watts followed me, and took the other corner of the same seat. Miss Watts remained on the platform. It was a corridor carriage, and the corridor happened to be on the far side from the platform. Mr. Watts went out to explore the corridor. I arranged myself in my seat, placed the jewel-case by my side, and my mackintosh over my knees. Miss Watts stood idly in front of the carriage door, tapping the platform with her umbrella.
"You do not accompany your brother, then?" I ventured.
"No. I"m staying in Calais, where I have an--an engagement." She smiled plaintively at me.
Mr. Watts came back into the compartment, and, standing on the step, said good-by to his sister, and embraced her. She kissed him affectionately. Then, having closed the carriage door, he stolidly resumed his seat, which was on the other side away from the door. We had the compartment to ourselves.
"A nice girl," I reflected.
The train whistled, and a porter ran along to put the catches on all the doors.
"Good-by; we"re off," I said to Miss Watts.
"Monsieur," she said, and her face seemed to flush in the cold morning light,--"monsieur." Was she, then, French, to address me like that?
She made a gesture as if she would say something to me of importance, and I put my head out of the window.
"May I ask you to keep an eye on my brother?" she whispered.
"In what way?" I asked, somewhat astonished.
The train began to move, and she walked to keep level with me.
"Do not let him drink at any of the railway buffets on the journey; he will be met at the Gare du Nord. He is addicted--"
"But how can I stop him if he wants to--"
She had an appealing look, and she was running now to keep pace with the train.
"Ah, do what you can, sir. I ask it as a favor. Pardon the request from a perfect stranger."
I nodded acquiescence, and, waving a farewell to the poor girl, sank back into my seat. "This is a nice commission!" I thought.
Mr. Watts was no longer in his corner. Also my jewel-case was gone.
"A deliberate plant!" I exclaimed; and I could not help admiring the cleverness with which it had been carried out.
I rushed into the corridor, and looked through every compartment; but Mr. Watts, whom I was to keep from drunkenness, had utterly departed.
Then I made for the handle of the communication cord. It had been neatly cut off. The train was now travelling at a good speed, and the first stop would be Amiens. I was too ashamed of my simplicity to give the news of my loss to the other pa.s.sengers in the carriage.
"Very smart indeed!" I murmured, sitting down, and I smiled--for, after all, I could afford to smile.
CHAPTER XI
A CHAT WITH ROSA
"And when I sat down it was gone, and the precious Mr. Watts had also vanished."
"Oh!" exclaimed Rosa. That was all she said. It is impossible to deny that she was startled, that she was aghast. I, however, maintained a splendid equanimity.
We were sitting in the salon of her flat at the Place de la Concorde end of the Rue de Rivoli. We had finished lunch, and she had offered me a cigarette. I had had a bath, and changed my attire, and eaten a meal cooked by a Frenchman, and I felt renewed. I had sunned myself in the society of Rosetta Rosa for an hour, and I felt soothed. I forgot all the discomforts and misgivings of the voyage. It was nothing to me, as I looked at this beautiful girl, that within the last twenty-four hours I had twice been in danger of losing my life. What to me was the mysterious man with the haunting face of implacable hate? What to me were the words of the woman who had stopped me on the pier at Dover? Nothing! A thousand times less than nothing! I loved, and I was in the sympathetic presence of her whom I loved.
I had waited till lunch was over to tell Rosa of the sad climax of my adventures.
"Yes," I repeated, "I was never more completely done in my life. The woman conspirator took me in absolutely."
"What did you do then?"
"Well, I wired to Calais immediately we got to Amiens, and told the police, and did all the things one usually does do when one has been robbed. Also, since arriving in Paris, I have been to the police here."
"Do they hold out any hope of recovery?"
"I"m afraid they are not sanguine. You see, the pair had a good start, and I expect they belong to one of the leading gangs of jewel thieves in Europe. The entire business must have been carefully planned.
Probably I was shadowed from the moment I left your bankers"."
"It"s unfortunate."
"Yes, indeed. I felt sure that you would attach some importance to the jewel-case. So I have instructed the police to do their utmost."
She seemed taken aback by the lightness of my tone.
"My friend, those jewels were few, but they were valuable. They were worth--I don"t know what they were worth. There was a necklace that must have cost fifteen thousand pounds."
"Yes--the jewels."
"Well! Is it not the jewels that are missing?"
"Dear lady," I said, "I aspire to be thought a man of the world--it is a failing of youth; but, then, I am young. As a man of the world, I cogitated a pretty good long time before I set out for Paris with your jewels."
"You felt there was a danger of robbery?"