"Who? Who beckoned to you?"
"The Queen!" Boyne sobbed, while the detectives pulled him relentlessly on.
Breckon addressed them suavely in their owe tongue which had never come in more deferential politeness from human lips. He ventured the belief that there was a mistake; he a.s.sured them that he knew their prisoner, and that he was the son of a most respectable American family, whom they could find at the Kurhaus in Scheveningen. He added some irrelevancies, and got for all answer that they had made Boyne"s arrest for sufficient reasons, and were taking him to prison. If his friends wished to intervene in his behalf they could do so before the magistrate, but for the present they must admonish Mr. Breckon not to put himself in the way of the law.
"Don"t go, Mr. Breckon!" Boyne implored him, as his captors made him quicken his pace after slowing a little for their colloquy with Breckon.
"Oh, where is poppa? He could get me away. Oh, where is poppa?"
"Don"t! Don"t call out, Boyne," Breckon entreated. "Your father is right here at the end of the street. He"s in the carriage there with Miss Kenton. I was coming to look for you. Don"t cry out so!"
"No, no, I won"t, Mr. Breckon. I"ll be perfectly quiet now. Only do get poppa quick! He can tell them in a minute that it"s all right!"
He made a prodigious effort to control himself, while Breckon ran a little ahead, with some wild notion of preparing Ellen. As he disappeared at the corner, Boyne choked a sob into a m.u.f.fed bellow, and was able to meet the astonished eyes of his father and sister in this degree of triumph.
They had not in the least understood Breckon"s explanation, and, in fact, it had not been very lucid. At sight of her brother strenuously upheld between the detectives, and dragged along the sidewalk, Ellen sprang from the carriage and ran towards him. "Why, what"s the matter with Boyne?" she demanded. "Are you hurt, Boyne, dear? Are they taking him to the hospital?"
Before he could answer, and quite before the judge could reach the tragical group, she had flung her arms round Boyne"s neck, and was kissing his tear-drabbled face, while he lamented back, "They"re taking me to prison."
"Taking you to prison? I should like to know what for! What are you taking my brother to prison for?" she challenged the detectives, who paused, bewildered, while all the little Dutch boys round admired this obstruction of the law, and several Dutch housewives, too old to go out to see the queens, looked down from their windows. It was wholly illegal, but the detectives were human. They could snub such a friend of their prisoner as Breckon, but they could not meet the dovelike ferocity of Ellen with unkindness. They explained as well as they might, and at a suggestion which Kenton made through Breckon, they admitted that it was not beside their duty to take Boyne directly to a magistrate, who could pa.s.s upon his case, and even release him upon proper evidence of his harmlessness, and sufficient security for any demand that justice might make for his future appearance.
"Then," said the judge, quietly, "tell them that we will go with them.
It will be all right, Boyne. Ellen, you and I will get back into the carriage, and--"
"No!" Boyne roared. "Don"t leave me, Nelly!"
"Indeed, I won"t leave you, Boyne! Mr. Breckon, you get into the carriage with poppa, and I--"
"I think I had better go with you, Miss Kenton," said Breckon, and in a tender superfluity they both accompanied Boyne on foot, while the judge remounted to his place in the carriage and kept abreast of them on their way to the magistrate"s.
XXIV.
The magistrate conceived of Boyne"s case with a readiness that gave the judge a high opinion of his personal and national intelligence. He even smiled a little, in accepting the explanation which Breckon was able to make him from Boyne, but he thought his duty to give the boy a fatherly warning for the future. He remarked to Breckon that it was well for Boyne that the affair had not happened in Germany, where it would have been found a much more serious matter, though, indeed, he added, it had to be seriously regarded anywhere in these times, when the lives of sovereigns were so much at the mercy of all sorts of madmen and miscreants. He relaxed a little from his severity in his admonition to say directly to Boyne that queens, even when they wished to speak with people, did not beckon them in the public streets. When this speech translated to Boyne by Breckon, whom the magistrate complimented on the perfection of his Dutch, Boyne hung his head sheepishly, and could not be restored to his characteristic dignity again in the magistrate"s presence. The judge gratefully shook hands with the friendly justice, and made him a little speech of thanks, which Breckon interpreted, and then the justice shook hand with the judge, and gracefully accepted the introduction which he offered him to Ellen. They parted with reciprocal praises and obeisances, which included even the detectives. The judge had some question, which he submitted to Breckon, whether he ought not to offer them something, but Breckon thought not.
Breckon found it hard to abdicate the sort of authority in which his knowledge of Dutch had placed him, and when he protested that he had done nothing but act as interpreter, Ellen said, "Yes, but we couldn"t have done anything without you," and this was the view that Mrs. Kenton took of the matter in the family conclave which took place later in the evening. Breckon was not allowed to withdraw from it, in spite of many modest efforts, before she had bashfully expressed her sense of his service to him, and made Boyne share her thanksgiving. She had her arm about the boy"s shoulder in giving Breckon her hand, and when Breckon had got away she pulled Boyne to her in a more peremptory embrace.
"Now, Boyne," she said, "I am not going to have any more nonsense. I want to know why you did it."
The judge and Ellen had already conjectured clearly enough, and Boyne did not fear them. But he looked at his younger sister as he sulkily answered, "I am not going to tell you before Lottie."
"Come in here, then," said his mother, and she led him into the next room and closed the door. She quickly returned without him. "Yes," she began, "it"s just as I supposed; it was that worthless fellow who put him up to it. Of course, it began with those fool books he"s been reading, and the notions that Miss Rasmith put into his head. But he never would have done anything if it hadn"t been for Mr. Trannel."
Lottie had listened in silent scorn to the whole proceedings up to this point, and had refused a part in the general recognition of Breckon as a special providence. Now she flashed out with a terrible volubility: "What did I tell you? What else could you expect of a Cook"s tourist?
And mom--mother wanted to make me go with you, after I told her what he was! Well, if I had have gone, I"ll bet I could have kept him from playing his tricks. I"ll bet he wouldn"t have taken any liberties, with me along. I"ll bet if he had, it wouldn"t have been Boyne that got arrested. I"ll bet he wouldn"t have got off so easily with the magistrate, either! But I suppose you"ll all let him come bowing and smiling round in the morning, like b.u.t.ter wouldn"t melt in your mouths.
That seems to be the Kenton way. Anybody can pull our noses, or get us arrested that wants to, and we never squeak." She went on a long time to this purpose, Mrs. Kenton listening with an air almost of conviction, and Ellen patiently bearing it as a right that Lottie had in a matter where she had been otherwise ignored.
The judge broke out, not upon Lottie, but upon his wife. "Good heavens, Sarah, can"t you make the child hush?"
Lottie answered for her mother, with a crash of nerves and a gush of furious tears: "Oh, I"ve got to hush, I suppose. It"s always the way when I"m trying to keep up the dignity of the family. I suppose it will be cabled to America, and by tomorrow it will be all over Tuskingum how Boyne was made a fool of and got arrested. But I bet there"s one person in Tuskingum that won"t have any remarks to make, and that"s Bittridge.
Not, as long as d.i.c.k"s there he won"t."
"Lottie!" cried her mother, and her father started towards her, while Ellen still sat patiently quiet.
"Oh, well!" Lottie submitted. "But if d.i.c.k was here I know this Trannel wouldn"t get off so smoothly. d.i.c.k would give him a worse cowhiding than he did Bittridge."
Half the last word was lost in the bang of the door which Lottie slammed behind her, leaving her father and mother to a silence which Ellen did not offer to break. The judge had no heart to speak, in his dismay, and it was Mrs. Kenton who took the word.
"Ellen," she began, with compa.s.sionate gentleness, "we tried to keep it from you. We knew how you would feel. But now we have got to tell you.
d.i.c.k did cowhide him when he got back to Tuskingum. Lottie wrote out to d.i.c.k about it, how Mr. Bittridge had behaved in New York. Your father and I didn"t approve of it, and d.i.c.k didn"t afterwards; but, yes, he did do it."
"I knew it, momma," said Ellen, sadly.
"You knew it! How?"
"That other letter I got when we first came--it was from his mother."
"Did she tell--"
"Yes. It was terrible she seemed to feel so. And I was sorry for her. I thought I ought to answer it, and I did. I told her I was sorry, too.
I tried not to blame Richard. I don"t believe I did. And I tried not to blame him. She was feeling badly enough without that."
Her father and mother looked at each other; they did not speak, and she asked, "Do you think I oughtn"t to have written?"
Her father answered, a little tremulously: "You did right, Ellen. And I am sure that you did it in just the right way."
"I tried to. I thought I wouldn"t worry you about it."
She rose, and now her mother thought she was going to say that it put an end to everything; that she must go back and offer herself as a sacrifice to the injured Bittridges. Her mind had reverted to that moment on the steamer when Ellen told her that nothing had reconciled her to what had happened with Bittridge but the fact that all the wrong done had been done to themselves; that this freed her. In her despair she could not forbear asking, "What did you write to her, Ellen?"
"Nothing. I just said that I was very sorry, and that I knew how she felt. I don"t remember exactly."
She went up and kissed her mother. She seemed rather fatigued than distressed, and her father asked her. "Are you going to bed, my dear?"
"Yes, I"m pretty tired, and I should think you would be, too, poppa.
I"ll speak to poor Boyne. Don"t mind Lottie. I suppose she couldn"t help saying it." She kissed her father, and slipped quietly into Boyne"s room, from which they could hear her pa.s.sing on to her own before they ventured to say anything to each other in the hopeful bewilderment to which she had left them.
"Well?" said the judge.
"Well?" Mrs. Kenton returned, in a note of exasperation, as if she were not going to let herself be forced to the initiative.
"I thought you thought--"
"I did think that. Now I don"t know what to think. We have got to wait."
"I"m willing to wait for Ellen!"