"Jarvis."
"All of it?"
"Warren Jarvis."
She raised her hands, to the Kentuckian"s surprise.
"Kneel then, Warren of Jarvis!... No, not that way,--on one knee only!"
"I beg your pardon." Jarvis began to feel ridiculous, in spite of himself. But there were reasons for humoring this curious beauty. The footsteps were still audible in the hall.
"Now repeat this oath: I, Warren of Jarvis" (he followed word for word), "Senor of all the domains, fiefs, keeps, and marches of Warren of Kentucky..."
"Whew!" and he stifled a laugh as he echoed the words.
The girl continued: "Do convey to Maria Theresa, of Aragon, all my worldly t.i.tles and possessions..."
"Sounds like I were marrying her--I beg your pardon. "Do convey to Maria Theresa, of Aragon, all my worldly t.i.tles and possessions!""
The shade of a smile played over his features.
The girl caught his hand in hers, placed her left in both of his, and then continued: "And receive them back as va.s.sal and retainer and to faithfully fight in my lady"s cause, according to the feudal laws of Castile and Aragon!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: --"_and to faithfully fight in my lady"s cause_"]
As he finished the repet.i.tion, she added: "Arise, va.s.sal!"
With the spirit of the ceremony, he jestingly caught her hand and kissed it, as he arose. She drew back sharply.
"That is part of the ceremony, but I meant to omit it."
Warren Jarvis laughed provokingly.
"That seemed to me the only sensible part of it--again I beg your pardon. But who on earth is this Maria Theresa of Aragon person whose hired man I have become?"
The girl drew herself up with a hauteur which could never have been imitated upon the stage. Her dark eyes glinted coldly as she replied: "I--I am her Serene Highness--Maria Theresa--Princess of Aragon!"
Jarvis looked at her, waiting for the cue to the joke. She was serious.
It was all so unreal, so ridiculous--and yet back there on the floor of the room down the corridor lay Jim Marc.u.m. This mad, sad, heart-rending, adventure must have driven him to insanity. He rubbed his brow, looked out of the window, heard the unromantic honk-honk of a piratical night-owl taxicab on the street so far below. He steadied his mental equilibrium, and looked again at the self-possessed young woman, whose regal manner was as convincing as all the other details were unconvincing. On the table lay a fortune in jewels and rings and a necklace. He had not noticed them before. He remembered the Spanish conversation which he had heard through the bathroom door. He realized from the size and elegance of the rooms that this must indeed be a regal suite in the great hotel.
And the girl"s steady look never wavered.
American humor, in the presence of royalty, came to his aid in this staggering blow to his credence.
"Good-_night_! You a Princess ... and I"ve been ordering you around with a gun! Great Scott ... what _next_?"
V
EXIT JARVIS, LAUGHING
The Princess turned toward the door, for a step could be heard in the corridor.
"Before that official returns we must have a plan. I thought it out while you were behind the door. But, perhaps, it will be too hard a task for you."
"I"ll try it. Anything to get out of here! And I would like to know what it is you want me to do for you--what about the ghost?"
"I will tell you in good time. Just now for your escape. It is getting late, and the hours are speeding past. You are in a hopeless trap here.
Now, my trunk..."
"What about it?"
"I am sending it on board the _Mauretania_ at six o"clock, and no one could possibly suspect."
Jarvis turned to study this curious vehicle of transportation. It was a strong, well-built piece of baggage, indeed; but to be cooped up in it, at the mercy of baggageman and truckman, hoisters and stewards--the thought was staggering.
"You"re joking," he began, but she resolutely shook her wealth of hair.
"It"s the only chance, and a daring one at that. I am jeopardizing my own safety by a.s.sisting you. Surely, if life is so uncertain for you at best, you cannot lose by a trial."
Jarvis stooped over it, and began lifting out the trays, to study the questionable roominess of the interior.
"What about these?" he asked, and as he spoke a locket dropped to the floor. The girl darted forward to pick it up, and Jarvis observed it for the first time. Her solicitude seemed unusual to the Kentuckian.
"Did I break something?"
"No. It"s nothing. I mean, it"s all right. It"s just a locket. I broke it myself yesterday, on purpose. It means a great deal to me, and perhaps to you. Some day you may know the reason why ... Shall we send the trays to the steamer by messenger?"
Jarvis thought for an instant. Here was such an utterly improbable method of escape, such a strange new twirl in his whirlpool of adventure, that he had to find his bearings.
"I have it now," he explained. "You had better telephone--we must have someone we can trust implicitly."
The Princess crossed toward the desk telephone on the small table by her bed, and looked at him inquiringly.
"Ask the operator to connect you with the Hotel Belmont. That"s just across the street. My room is 417. Rusty, my servant, is there. He is waiting for some word from me, as he knew the possibilities when I met Jim Marc.u.m. He can be counted on till Judgment Day and then a few hours afterwards! Tell him to come here at once--mention my first name only, with no other explanation--that will bring him and give no other clew to an outsider. You never can tell about a telephone. But fortunately, I registered there under a different name. Try it now."
The girl had the receiver off the hook. After a short delay she was talking directly with the faithful servitor, whose trembling voice betokened his anxiety. But Rusty was too sage to ask too many questions--he had served in affairs of delicacy before this.
"h.e.l.lo--is this Mr. Rusty?... Yes? Well, listen carefully. You are to come right over to the Manhattan Hotel across the street and a bellboy will be waiting for you at the desk. He is to bring you up to room 1121."
Jarvis interrupted: "Tell him to keep his mouth shut!"
The Princess balked at the colloquialism.
"And--and--don"t talk to anyone ... What"s that?... Oh, yes.
"_Warren._"... There, he"ll be coming over immediately."