To contradict the most of these were waste of time; but I may point out (1) that the ball was over and, I believe, all the company dispersed, before the actual alarm awoke the capital; and (2) that all responsible officers gathered there shared the knowledge that such an alarm was impending, might arrive at any moment, and would almost certainly arrive within a few hours. News of the French advance across the frontier and attack on General Zieten"s outposts had reached Wellington at three o"clock that afternoon. It should have been brought five hours earlier; but he gave his orders at once, and quietly, and already our troops were ma.s.sing for defence upon Nivelles. We of the Reserve had secret orders to hold ourselves prepared. Obedient to a hint from their Commander-in-chief, the generals of division and brigade who attended the d.u.c.h.ess" ball withdrew themselves early on various pleas. Her Grace had honoured me with an invitation, probably because I represented a Highland regiment; and Highlanders (especially the Gordons, her brother"s regiment) were much to the fore that night with reels, flings, and strathspeys. The many withdrawals warned me that something was in the wind, and after remaining just so long as seemed respectful, I took leave of my hostess and walked homewards across the city as the clocks were striking eleven.
We of the Morays had our headquarters in a fairly large building--the Hotel de Liege--in time of peace a resort of _commis-voyageurs_ of the better cla.s.s. It boasted a roomy hall, out of which opened two coffee-rooms, converted by us into guard- and mess-room. A large drawing-room on the first floor overlooking the street served me for sleeping as well as working quarters, and to reach it I must pa.s.s the _entresol_, where a small apartment had been set aside for occasional uses. We made it, for instance, our ante-room, and a.s.sembled there before mess; a few would retire there for smoking or card-playing; during the day it served as a waiting-room for messengers or any one whose business could not be for the moment attended to.
I had paused at the entrance to put some small question to the sentry, when I heard the crash of a chair in this room, and two voices broke out in fierce altercation. An instant after, the mess-room door opened, and Captain Murray, without observing me, ran past me and up the stairs. As he reached the _entresol_, a voice--my brother"s--called down from an upper landing, and demanded, "What"s wrong there?"
"I don"t know, Major," Captain Murray answered, and at the same moment flung the door open. I was quick on his heels, and he wheeled round in some surprise at my voice, and to see me interposed between him and my brother, who had come running downstairs, and now stood behind my shoulder in the entrance.
"Shut the door," I commanded quickly. "Shut the door, and send away any one you may hear outside. Now, gentlemen, explain yourselves, please."
Mr. Urquhart and Mr. Mackenzie faced each other across a small table, from which the cloth had been dragged and lay on the floor with a scattered pack of cards. The elder lad held a couple of cards in his hand; he was white in the face.
"He cheated!" He swung round upon me in a kind of indignant fury, and tapped the cards with his forefinger.
I looked from him to the accused. Mackenzie"s face was dark, almost purple, rather with rage (as it struck me) than with shame.
"It"s a lie." He let out the words slowly, as if holding rein on his pa.s.sion. "Twice he"s said so, and twice I"ve called him a liar." He drew back for an instant, and then lost control of himself. "If that"s not enough--." He leapt forward, and almost before Captain Murray could interpose had hurled himself upon Urquhart. The table between them went down with a crash, and Urquhart went staggering back from a blow which just missed his face and took him on the collar-bone before Murray threw both arms around the a.s.sailant.
"Mr. Mackenzie," said I, "you will consider yourself under arrest. Mr.
Urquhart, you will hold yourself ready to give me a full explanation.
Whichever of you may be in the right, this is a disgraceful business, and dishonouring to your regiment and the cloth you wear: so disgraceful, that I hesitate to call up the guard and expose it to more eyes than ours. If Mr. Mackenzie"--I turned to him again--"can behave himself like a gentleman, and accept the fact of his arrest without further trouble, the scandal can at least be postponed until I discover how much it is necessary to face. For the moment, sir, you are in charge of Captain Murray. Do you understand?"
He bent his head sullenly. "He shall fight me, whatever happens," he muttered.
I found it wise to pay no heed to this. "It will be best," I said to Murray, "to remain here with Mr. Mackenzie until I am ready for him.
Mr. Urquhart may retire to his quarters, if he will--I advise it, indeed--but I shall require his attendance in a few minutes. You understand," I added significantly, "that for the present this affair remains strictly between ourselves." I knew well enough that, for all the King"s regulations, a meeting would inevitably follow sooner or later, and will own I looked upon it as the proper outcome, between gentlemen, of such a quarrel. But it was not for me, their Colonel, to betray this knowledge or my feelings, and by imposing secrecy I put off for the time all the business of a formal challenge with seconds.
So I left them, and requesting my brother to follow me, mounted to my own room. The door was no sooner shut than I turned on him.
"Surely," I said, "this is a bad mistake of Urquhart"s? It"s an incredible charge. From all I"ve seen of him, the lad would never be guilty ..." I paused, expecting his a.s.sent. To my surprise he did not give it, but stood fingering his chin and looking serious.
"I don"t know," he answered unwillingly. "There are stories against him."
"What stories?"
"Nothing definite." My brother hesitated. "It doesn"t seem fair to him to repeat mere whispers. But the others don"t like him."
"Hence the whispers, perhaps. They have not reached me."
"They would not. He is known to be a favourite of yours. But they don"t care to play with him." My brother stopped, met my look, and answered it with a shrug of the shoulders, adding, "He wins pretty constantly."
"Any definite charge before to-night"s?"
"No: at least, I think not. But Urquhart may have been put up to watch."
"Fetch him up, please," said I promptly; and seating myself at the writing-table I lit candles (for the lamp was dim), made ready the writing materials and prepared to take notes of the evidence.
Mr. Urquhart presently entered, and I wheeled round in my chair to confront him. He was still exceedingly pale--paler, I thought, than I had left him. He seemed decidedly ill at ease, though not on his own account. His answer to my first question made me fairly leap in my chair.
"I wish," he said, "to qualify my accusation of Mr. Mackenzie. That he cheated I have the evidence of my own eyes; but I am not sure how far he knew he was cheating."
"Good heavens, sir!" I cried. "Do you know you have accused that young man of a villainy which must d.a.m.n him for life? And now you tell me--"
I broke off in sheer indignation.
"I know," he answered quietly. "The noise fetched you in upon us on the instant, and the mischief was done."
"Indeed, sir," I could not avoid sneering, "to most of us it would seem that the mischief was done when you accused a brother-officer of fraud to his face."
He seemed to reflect. "Yes, sir," he a.s.sented slowly; "it is done. I saw him cheat: that I must persist in; but I cannot say how far he was conscious of it. And since I cannot, I must take the consequences."
"Will you kindly inform us how it is possible for a player to cheat and not know that he is cheating?"
He bent his eyes on the carpet as if seeking an answer. It was long in coming. "No," he said at last, in a slow, dragging tone, "I cannot."
"Then you will at least tell us exactly what Mr. Mackenzie did."
Again there was a long pause. He looked at me straight, but with hopelessness in his eyes. "I fear you would not believe me. It would not be worth while. If you can grant it, sir, I would ask time to decide."
"Mr. Urquhart," said I sternly, "are you aware you have brought against Mr. Mackenzie a charge under which no man of honour can live easily for a moment? You ask me without a word of evidence in substantiation to keep him in torture while I give you time. It is monstrous, and I beg to remind you that, unless your charge is proved, you can--and will--be broken for making it."
"I know it, sir," he answered firmly enough; "and because I knew it, I asked--perhaps selfishly--for time. If you refuse, I will at least ask permission to see a priest before telling a story which I can scarcely expect you to believe." Mr. Urquhart too was a Roman Catholic.
But my temper for the moment was gone. "I see little chance," said I, "of keeping this scandal secret, and regret it the less if the consequences are to fall on a rash accuser. But just now I will have no meddling priest share the secret. For the present, one word more.
Had you heard before this evening of any hints against Mr. Mackenzie"s play?"
He answered reluctantly, "Yes."
"And you set yourself to lay a trap for him?"
"No, sir; I did not. Unconsciously I may have been set on the watch: no, that is wrong--I _did_ watch. But I swear it was in every hope and expectation of clearing him. He was my friend. Even when I saw, I had at first no intention to expose him until--"
"That is enough, sir," I broke in, and turned to my brother. "I have no option but to put Mr. Urquhart too under arrest. Kindly convey him back to his room, and send Captain Murray to me. He may leave Mr.
Mackenzie in the _entresol_."
My brother led Urquhart out, and in a minute Captain Murray tapped at my door. He was an honest Scot, not too sharp-witted, but straight as a die. I am to show him this description, and he will cheerfully agree with it.
"This is a hideous business, Murray," said I as he entered. "There"s something wrong with Urquhart"s story. Indeed, between ourselves it has the fatal weakness that he won"t tell it."
Murray took a minute to digest this, then he answered, "I don"t know anything about Urquhart"s story, sir. But there"s something wrong about Urquhart." Here he hesitated.
"Speak out, man," said I: "in confidence. That"s understood."
"Well, sir," said he, "Urquhart won"t fight."
"Ah! so that question came up, did it?" I asked, looking at him sharply.
He was not abashed, but answered, with a twinkle in his eye, "I believe, sir, you gave me no orders to stop their talking, and in a case like this--between youngsters--some question of a meeting would naturally come up. You see, I know both the lads. Urquhart I really like; but he didn"t show up well, I must own--to be fair to the other, who is in the worse fix."
"I am not so sure of that," I commented; "but go on."
He seemed surprised. "Indeed, Colonel? Well," he resumed, "I being the sort of fellow they could talk before, a meeting was discussed. The question was how to arrange it without seconds--that is, without breaking your orders and dragging in outsiders. For Mackenzie wanted blood at once, and for awhile Urquhart seemed just as eager. All of a sudden, when...." here he broke off suddenly, not wishing to commit himself.