There was a comprehensive sparkle in the dark Spanish eyes, to meet the twinkle in the firm blue ones.
"Ah, I begin to see a light. Well, Mr. Warren, I am willing to release you from your offer and the bargain and meet your terms now."
"Your Excellency, I am overwhelmed at the generosity, but the price was paid, the receipt given, and the bookkeeper has closed up the office.
I"m on the job, and I"m certainly going to stay."
The Duke snarled, as he inquired: "I suppose that means that you are foolish enough to keep faith with her Highness?"
"Yes."
"I never saw a man quite so anxious to be killed, Mr. Jarvis; but such is sometimes the case where, as it has been said: "Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.""
Jarvis laughed provokingly.
"I"d rather be an energetic fool than an angel with cold feet."
"I don"t understand you, sir."
"Well, I understand you, your Excellency."
The Duke turned toward the fireplace.
"I am sorry for you," he remarked.
Jarvis walked over close to the n.o.bleman and looked him straight in the eyes, as he spoke with unusual meaning vibrant in his voice.
"Your Excellency, your sympathy, your offer, and your advice are all declined, without thanks.... I once saw a gambler lay down four aces,--just think of it, four fat aces. He looked the dealer straight in the eye, as I am doing now with you. Then he said, "The play ain"t natural."... Now, you have tried to have me arrested on the steamer, then you tipped off Scotland Yard and, for all I know, the Paris police, too. You have tried to block me every way you could, and you"re a regular little prize blocker. Suddenly you express the utmost anxiety as to what"s going to happen to me in the castle. You generously offer to buy me off. You advise me, with tears in your eyes, to stay away and save my life. Shall I take the bait--hook, line, and sinker? Duke, "the play ain"t natural"!"
The n.o.bleman clenched his fists in anger.
"You have intruded into a matter which you neither understand nor appreciate. If, as you say, the play seems unnatural, then throw down your cards and stay out of the game."
"Oh, no, no, no!" and Jarvis" voice again had that provokingly teasing tone in it. "I"ll just stay right in the game and play my hand out--and watch every deal."
He turned toward Rusty.
"Come along, and let"s see if we can find the landlord. We"ll have a look at our rooms," he said. "Hurry, Rusty--don"t go to sleep--the bedrooms are upstairs."
Rusty was very thoughtful as he picked up the bags and began to follow.
The Duke watched the two with sidelong glances. Both characters were mysteries to him--so different, nonchalant, and unaffected by this serious task. Europeans would have taken the case at least with greater seriousness.
"What"s the matter with you, Rusty? In love?"
The negro was lost in a deep study, as he sniffed the air in a thoughtful, absent-minded fashion.
"Ma.r.s.e Warren, I"d like to find a piece of chicken!"
"Great Scott! What put that into your head?"
"Oh, lawsee, Ma.r.s.e Warren, I"se powerful hungry! It ain"t human to be so hungry!"
"What--again?"
"No, sir; it"s de same old hunger. No matter how fast de train go I jes" cain"t leave it behin". Oh my, if I on"y had some po"k chops an" a little real gin!"
Jarvis started on toward the steps.
"Well, you come on now, Rusty--you don"t eat a thing until we finish this job."
Rusty shook his head despairingly.
"Good Lawd, does I have to wait ontel you is dead--before I kin eat my vittles?"
He followed his master across the room, just as the Princess came to the balcony and started down the stairs.
"Well, Mr. Warren," added the Duke, "all Seguro will be buzzing with your ghost-hunt to-night. The whole town will sit up to hear the outcome."
The Kentuckian turned to look at the speaker.
"And where are you going to hear the returns of the battle, your Excellency?"
"Unfortunately, I must leave at once--I have an urgent summons from Madrid."
Jarvis shook his head in mock sorrow.
"That"s too bad, sure enough. I"m sorry we"re to lose the inspiration of your company. Won"t you even be around at the finish? Surely, you take that much interest in the little breaking party, your Excellency."
"I am sorry, Mr. Warren, but I must go," answered the n.o.bleman, writhing under the sarcasm, but never losing the smooth control of his words and studied reserve.
"Well, I call that a doggoned shame!" and Jarvis started again for the stairs.
The beautiful girl was just coming down, and the Duke"s eyes came together in an angry squint as he saw the warmth of the glance which she bestowed upon the American.
"Here, Pedro,--this is Mr. Warren and his man. Attend to his wants."
"Yes, your Highness," and Pedro once more strained the faithful spine with a series of gutta-percha bows. "This way, sirs, to your rooms,"
and he led them up the stairs.
Jarvis turned on the step and faced her.
"Your Highness, I would like to have a couple of good horses, and two lanterns. I don"t want to let any gra.s.s grow under my feet on the trip to the castle to-night."
She gave the order to Pedro, and he promised to bring the required objects with st.u.r.dy steeds.
"Ah, Mr. Warren, looking for an honest man, like old Socrates?"
inquired the Duke of Alva.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "_Ah, Mr. Warren, looking for an honest man, like old Socrates?_"]