"You don"t wear an eyegla.s.s, Mr. Courage?" my companion asked.
I shook my head.
"No gla.s.ses of any sort."
"You have no peculiarity of speech? I have noticed your walk. I suppose you are right-handed? Have you any friends over here whom I should be likely to come across?"
"I should think it very improbable," I answered. "I have made out a list of all the people I have met in America, and the house in Lenox where I have been staying."
My companion nodded.
"At the Waldorf," he said, "your room, I understand, is 584? You haven"t made any friends there?"
"I have scarcely spoken to a soul," I answered.
"And you have made no arrangements out West?"
"None whatever," I answered.
"It seems easy enough," he declared. "Go on talking, if you don"t mind.
Your voice needs a little study."
When we reappeared in the outer room, Mr. Magg eyed us for a moment sharply, and then nodded.
"Good-day, gentlemen!" he said. "Pleasant voyage!"
We found ourselves outside with exactly an hour to catch the boat.
"I must buy some things for the steamer," I declared.
"I have everything that you will want," Guest declared. "I have sent my luggage down to the boat myself. No need for a man who doesn"t exist, you see, to take any special precautions. Besides, we are quite four miles away from the docks."
We drove down to the steamer.
"Where are our state-rooms?" I asked.
Guest smiled.
"I haven"t engaged any yet," he answered. "Don"t look so startled. I can arrange it directly we"re off. I expect the sailing lists will be looked through pretty carefully."
On the stroke of the hour the captain"s whistle sounded, and the gangways were drawn up. The engines began to throb, in a few minutes we were on our way down the harbor. I stayed on deck, watching the wonderful stream of shipping and the great statue of Liberty until dusk. Soon the lights began to flash out all around us, and our pace increased. America lay behind us, and with it all the wonderful tissue of strange happenings and emotions, which made my few days there seem like a grotesque dream.
CHAPTER XXIX
I CHANGE MY NATIONALITY
Guest had never lost his sense of humor. As we left the agent"s office and walked down Wellington Street into the Strand, he studied for a few moments my personal appearance, and began to laugh softly.
"My friend," he said, "you are wonderful! After all, beauty is but skin deep! Hardross Courage, if I remember rightly, was rather a good-looking fellow. Who would have believed that ready-made clothes from Hamburg, gla.s.ses and a beard could work such a change?"
I looked down a little disconsolately at my baggy trousers and thick clumsy boots.
"It"s all very well," I replied; "but you"re not exactly a distinguished looking object yourself!"
Guest smiled.
"I admit it," he answered; "but you must remember that for ten years, since I was kicked out of the diplomatic service in fact, I have studied the art of disguising myself. You, on the contrary, when I first had the pleasure of meeting you, were a somewhat obvious person. Who would have thought that a fortnight on a German steamer and six weeks in Hamburg would have turned you out such a finished article?"
"It"s these d----d clothes," I answered a little irritably.
"They are helpful, certainly," Guest admitted. "Come, let us go and have luncheon _chez nous_."
We turned northwards again towards Soho, and entered presently a small restaurant of foreign appearance. The outside, which had once been painted white, was now more than a little dingy. Greyish-colored muslin blinds were stretched across the front windows. Within, the smell of cooking was all-pervading. A short dark man, with black moustache and urbane smile, greeted us at the door, and led us to a table.
"Very good luncheon to-day, sirs," he declared in German. "Hans, _hors d"oeuvres_ to the gentlemen."
We seated ourselves, arranged our napkins as Teutons, and ordered beer.
Then Guest a.s.sumed a mysterious manner.
"Business good, eh?" he inquired.
"Always good," the head-waiter declared. "We have our regular customers.
Always they come!"
Guest nodded two or three times.
"Heard anything about your new proprietor?" he asked.
"Not yet," the man answered. "The nephew of Mr. Muller, who died, lives in Switzerland. A friend of mine has gone over to see him. He will buy the good-will--all the place. It will go on as before."
Guest smiled meaningly at me, a smile which was meant to puzzle the waiter.
"But," he said, "supposing some one should step in before your friend?
Supposing Mr. Muller"s nephew should have put this place into the hands of an agent in London, and he should have sold it to some one else! Eh?"
For the first time, the man showed signs of genuine uneasiness. His smile suddenly disappeared. He looked at us anxiously.
"Mr. Muller"s nephew would not do that," he declared. "It was always promised to my friend, if anything should happen to Mr. Muller."
Guest smiled cheerfully.
"Ah!" he said, "it is unfortunate for your friend, but he will be too late!"
"Too late!" the man exclaimed.