"That is not true," she replied. "It will never be true."
"I am glad," he declared fervently.
There was a brief pause. Both seemed conscious of a renewal of that air of disturbance which had reigned between them during their first few moments alone. It was Naida who made an effort to restore their conversation to its former tone.
"If Germany has any scheme against this country," she said, "believe me, it will not be so obvious as you seem to think. It will be a scheme which can only be carried out with the a.s.sistance of other countries, and that a.s.sistance is not yet wholly promised. I cannot betray to you my knowledge of certain things," she went on, after a moment"s hesitation, "but I can at least give you this warning. It is not for his health alone that Prince Shan is flying from China to Paris. If there is a single member of your Government who has the least apprehension of world politics, now is the time for action."
"There is no one," Nigel answered gloomily.
The box was suddenly invaded. Karetsky reappeared with several other men. In the rear of the little procession came Immelan. His face darkened as he recognised Nigel. Naida looked across at him with a slight frown upon her forehead.
"You have changed your mind?" she remarked. "I thought you were for Paris to-night?"
"A fortunate chance intervened," Immelan replied.
"Fortunate?"
Immelan watched Nigel"s retreating figure with a menacing frown.
"I find it so," he replied. "Our wonderful prima donna is in great voice to-night--and I like to be prepared for all possible combinations."
CHAPTER XI
Maggie came suddenly into the library at Belgrave Square, where Jesson, Chalmers and Nigel were talking together. She carried in her hand a note, which she handed to the latter.
"Naida is a dear, after all," she declared. "There is one person at least who does not wish to have me pa.s.s away in a German nursing home or fall a victim to Frau Essendorf"s cooking."
Nigel read the note aloud. It consisted of only a sentence or two and was dated from the Milan Court that morning:
Maggie dear, this is just a line of advice from your friend. You must not go back to Germany.
Naida.
"I fear," Maggie sighed, "that my little expedition is scotched, even if I had been able to persuade you others to let me go. Every one seems to have made up their mind that I shall not go to Germany. It will be such a disappointment to those flaxen-haired atrocities, Gertrud and Bertha.
Their so-much-loved Miss Brown can never return to them again."
"In any case, the game was scarcely worth the candle," Nigel observed.
"We have already all the evidence we require that some scheme inimical to this country is being proposed and fostered by Immelan. Our next move must be to find out the nature of this scheme--whether it be naval, military, or political. I don"t think Essendorf would be at all likely to give away any more interesting information in the domestic circle."
"What are we all going to do, then?" Maggie asked.
"We are met here to discuss it," Nigel replied. "Jesson is off to Russia this afternoon. I asked him to come round and have a few last words with us, in case there was anything to suggest for us stay-at-homes."
"We shall have to rely very largely upon luck," Jesson declared. "There are three places, in any of which we might discover what we want to know. One is Kroten, another is Paris, provided that Prince Shan really goes there, and the third London."
"London?" Maggie repeated.
"There are two people in London," Jesson declared, "who know everything we are seeking to discover. One is Immelan and the other Naida Karetsky."
"It seems to me," Maggie said, "that if that is so, the place for us is where those two people are. What is the importance of Kroten, Mr.
Jesson?"
"Kroten," Jesson replied, "is the second of what I have seen referred to in a private diplomatic report, written in an enemy country, as the three mystery cities of the world. The first one is in Germany, and I have already explored it. I have information, but information which without its sequel is valueless. Kroten is the second. Ten years ago it was a town of eighteen thousand inhabitants. To-day there are at least two hundred thousand people there, and it is growing all the time."
"Say, how can a town of that size," Chalmers enquired, "be termed a mystery city in any sense of the word? Travelling"s free in Russia. I guess any one that wanted could take a ticket to Kroten."
"A good many do," Jesson a.s.sented calmly, "and some never come back.
America and Russia are on friendly terms, yet two men in my branch of the service--good fellows they were, too--started out from Washington for Kroten six months ago. Neither of them has been heard of since; neither ever will be."
"How"s it done?" Chalmers asked curiously.
"In the first place," Jesson explained, "the city itself stands at the arm of the river, in a sort of cul-de-sac, with absolutely untraversable mountains on three sides of it. All the roads have to come around the plain and enter from eastwards. There is only one line of railway, so that all the approaches into the city are easily guarded."
"That"s all right geographically, of course," Nigel admitted, "but what earthly excuse can any one make for keeping tourists or travellers out of the place if they want to go there?"
"That is perhaps the most ingenious thing of all," Jesson replied. "You know that Russia is now practically a tranquil country, but there are certain bands of the extreme Bolshevistic faction who never gave in to authority and who practically exist in the little-known places by means of marauding expeditions. The mountains about Kroten are supposed to have been infested by these nomadic companies. Whether the outrages set down to them are really committed or not, I don"t suppose any one knows, but my point of view is that the presence of these people is absolutely encouraged by the Government, to give them an excuse for the most extraordinary precautions in issuing pa.s.sports or allowing any one from the outside world to pa.s.s into the city. If you get in, I understand you are waited upon by the police within half an hour and have to tell them the story of your past life and your future intentions. After that you are allowed to go about on parole. If you get too inquisitive, you are discovered to be in touch with the robber bands, and--well--that"s an end of you."
"A nice, salubrious spot," Nigel murmured.
"It sounds most interesting," Maggie declared. "I think a woman would be less likely to cause suspicion," she added hopefully.
"Utterly out of the question," Jesson p.r.o.nounced. "Kroten is the one place that must be left in my hands. I know more about the getting there than any of you, and I know the tricks of changing my ident.i.ty."
"I should rather like to go with you," Nigel confessed.
"Impossible!" was the brief reply.
"Why?"
Jesson smiled.
"To be perfectly frank," he said, "because you are developing an interest in the one person in the world who might give success over into our hands. It is necessary for you to remain where you can encourage that interest."
Nigel was a little staggered.
"My friendship with Mademoiselle Karetsky," he protested, "is scarcely likely to influence her political views."
"I am a somewhat close observer," Jesson continued. "You will not ask me to believe that your conversation with mademoiselle in her box at the Opera last night related all the time to--well, shall we say music?"
"Nigel, you never told me you were at the Opera," Maggie intervened.
"What made you go?"
"I think that it was a message from Mademoiselle Karetsky," Jesson suggested quietly.
Nigel smiled.