The maid hurried back, and brought her mistress. Warren spoke to her in a whisper.
"I understand the treachery," he said. "Have no fear. I will meet you at Seguro when you arrive. Be surprised at nothing--and take care of Rusty, if he needs it. I intend winning that five thousand dollars even if the Duke"s note goes to protest! Good-by!"
She felt his warm, strong hand clasping hers. A great dread came over her--an unusual sensation it was. Yet she said nothing, for some strange reason inexplicable to herself.
She pa.s.sed a sleepless night.
Next morning the news spread over the ship like wildfire that a first cabin pa.s.senger was missing!
All his belongings were in order; his clothes hung up carefully in the wardrobe, just as he had undressed, a.s.sisted by his faithful valet.
And that poor unfortunate--how he sobbed and beat his portly bosom over the grief which was racking the loyal African heart. The Duke of Alva went to the captain to inquire about the terrible affair.
"Yes, sir. He is gone. A pleasant, courteous fellow, too. Always minded his own business, never complained. It"s too bad. Too bad. And that letter he left--it nearly broke my heart--and I"m a gruff old sea-dog, and have seen many a tragedy in my years as a master!"
The captain wiped his eye with the back of his hand.
The Duke fingered his cane nervously.
"But the note, sir. What did that say? As the cousin of her exalted Highness, Princess Maria Theresa of Aragon, I insist on knowing about this strange person. He was in my cousin"s employ. She is ent.i.tled to know what sort of a person he was."
The captain glared angrily at the Duke.
"I am the commander of this vessel, sir. On the high sea, I am in supreme control, and know how to run the _Mauretania_ without advice from a b.l.o.o.d.y Spanish popinjay! I will turn that letter over to the authorities when we land." The captain spluttered indignantly.
"They will meet the boat as the pilot comes on board. I sent them a wireless!" cried the Duke.
"How dare you go over my head, in any matter of discipline on this vessel?" cried the raging commander. "What do you mean by such a thing?
I am the one to warn."
The Duke was embarra.s.sed, for he felt the helplessness of his position before this legalized tyrant of the deep.
"I"ve a mind to think all was not well with this unfortunate young man, from the tone of his letter before he jumped overboard. Not a thing was missing from his wardrobe, but the pajamas he wore--when he ran out on the deck. At least, we find no clothes missing! I"ll have something to say to Scotland Yard myself!"
"But the man threatened to shoot me if I spoke to you or any of the officers about him. Now that he is dead I don"t fear him."
"Huh!" snorted the captain. "You look about the type of man who wouldn"t fear the dead. But what about ghosts, young man! What about _ghosts_? Did you stop to think of ghosts after people are dead?"
This perfectly innocent question of the seafaring, superst.i.tious mind had a curious effect upon the n.o.bleman.
"_Carramba!_" he muttered between his teeth, and turned away with a white face. "I wonder what could have been in that letter?"
And the captain glowered at him as he walked nervously down the companionway to his lonely stateroom, to brood in a state of miserable apprehension.
Toward dinner-time the pilot boat was sighted. Several men clambered on board, as well as that official. They sought the captain, and then visited the Princess. Carlos took good care to be in her suite when they came.
Rusty, weeping as though his heart were broken, detailed the sad conversation which he had held the preceding night with his unfortunate employer.
"Poh Ma.r.s.e Warren! Ah"ll nebber see "im again--until de time for de ghost!"
At this speech Maria Theresa observed a nervous twitching about the mouth of her n.o.ble kinsman.
Then Rusty became so incoherent in his sorrow that they could get no satisfaction out of him. They studied the circ.u.mstances of the case and made their notes, with frequent whispered conferences. Next to Rusty, the Duke was the most unhappy person present, although the Princess showed the strain of her uneasiness.
After the men completed the first quizzing, they repaired once more to Warren"s stateroom to seek for other papers.
When they had been gone a minute or so, Carlos waved Nita out of the room. That young person could look otherwise than melting with her black eyes when occasion demanded. This glance was of the sparkling kind which would kill!
"Tell me, my dear Maria Theresa," began Carlos, after some stammering, "did you inform the detectives about the money-belt which he gave to you?"
"Naturally not. That was his affair, and the property pa.s.sed out of his possession when I became stakeholder, according to the laws of wagers, did it not?"
"Ah, yes. You are a brilliant girl. And a logical one, too. Well, give it to me, then, as the affair is settled. I have several debts which I would like to pay as we pa.s.s through London."
The Princess" eyes blazed but her voice was smooth.
"So, my cousin, you claim your wager thus promptly. Are you aware that it would look bad for you if the detectives knew you had bet this enormous sum--and now were the gainer because of his disappearance?
Tell me, Carlos, do you know any more than the rest of us about the Ghost Breaker?"
The man rose to his feet, his knees wavering, and then with a supreme effort he steadied himself against the back of the chair. His eyes were distended and the handsome mouth sagging.
"_Madre de Dios!_" he cried appealingly--all nonchalance and scorn now missing from his mien, "You don"t mean to say that _you_--my blood relative--the woman I adore, could _believe such a thing_?"
The girl looked away. He could not see the ironical smile on the scarlet lips.
"Carlos, I have said no such thing. But wouldn"t it be better to wait until we reach Seguro--as a matter of sportsmanship? Our family has had the reputation of being honorable, even in games and wagers. I am nervous, Carlos. This has upset me more than you can believe. I will never mention the wager again, until you bring up the subject."
And she retired to her stateroom, where Nita dressed the soft dark hair with her accustomed skill--and a smile concealed with difficulty.
The search was ended. The Scotland Yard men scoured all the cabins, from steerage up; they even quizzed the engineers, the stokers, the cooks, the mult.i.tude of men and pa.s.sengers. No clew could alter the sad deduction which they had drawn.
"Well, Captain," said the detective in charge of the case, "it"s a sad affair. But he"s better off. We"ll take this letter to headquarters, sir, with your written report of the circ.u.mstances. What will be done about the negro servant?"
The captain shook his head.
"Poor fellow, he is heartbroken. The Princess has very kindly offered to take him into her service. The letter asked that all the baggage, clothes, and personal property in the stateroom be given as a farewell gift to the faithful fellow. If you have no objection I will let him take the luggage along, when he leaves the ship with the party of her Highness."
And that is how it was, that evening, that out through the dismal drizzle of an interminably long day Rusty Snow marched down the dock, carrying Warren Jarvis" luggage and two satchels of the Princess of Aragon--another loyal retainer in her service.
It was a curious ending to an unusual voyage.
And Carlos, Duke of Alva, breathed a sigh of relief as he pa.s.sed the last dock policeman, to a.s.sist his cousin into a waiting taxicab. They were to take the night train for London.
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