"This lady is my companion," I heard the other say. "She has been very kind to me--kinder, I am afraid, as a stranger, than others have been on whom I should have relied. She will accompany us. She does not leave me."
Then the four of them turned towards the door. Lamartine jogged my shoulder and I too rose. Behind, Louis was hovering, watching their departure with a nervous anxiety which he could not conceal. Lamartine and I went out close upon their heels.
"A new move, Louis?" I asked, as I pa.s.sed.
"The last, monsieur," Louis answered, with a bow.
CHAPTER x.x.xIX
THE UNEXPECTED
The entrance to the Milan Court was small and unimposing, compared with the entrance to the hotel proper. I reached it to find some confusion reigning. A tall, gray-bearded man was talking anxiously to the hall-porter, Felicia, standing a little apart, was looking around with an air of bewilderment. My lady of the turquoises was standing by the side of the lift, with her arm drawn through her companion"s.
Lamartine no sooner saw the face of the man who was in conversation with the hall-porter than he sprang forward.
"Your Excellency!" he exclaimed.
The amba.s.sador turned quickly towards him.
"Where is Delora?" he asked.
"He was here but five seconds ago," Lamartine answered. "He must have left the door as you entered it!"
The man who was standing with my lady of the turquoises turned suddenly round.
"Delora!" he exclaimed. "That is my name! I am Ferdinand Delora! My brother Maurice was here a moment ago. You are Signor Vanhallon, are you not?" he continued. "You must remember me!"
The amba.s.sador grasped him by the hand.
"My dear Delora," he said, "of course I do! What has been the meaning of all this mystery?"
Lamartine stepped quickly forward.
"Can"t you see what it all means?" he exclaimed. "Ferdinand Delora here arrives in Paris on a secret mission to England. There, through some reason or through some cause,--who knows?--he falls ill. There comes to London Maurice Delora with some papers, playing his part.
Maurice Delora was here a moment ago. His game is up and he is evidently gone. The one thing to be feared is that we are too late!"
The amba.s.sador turned swiftly to the new Delora, who was looking from one to the other with the pained, half-vacant expression of a child.
"Delora," he exclaimed, "how comes it that you have let your brother intervene? Did you not understand how secret your mission was to be?--how important?"
The man shook his head slowly.
"I am sorry," he said, "I have been ill. I know nothing. There was an accident in Paris. I have no papers any longer. Maurice has them all."
My lady of the turquoises plunged into the conversation.
"But it has been a wicked conspiracy!" she cried. "Monsieur here," she added, clutching his arm, "was drugged and poisoned. Since then he has been like a child. He was left to die, but I found him, I brought him here And meanwhile, that wicked brother has been playing his part,--using even his name."
I went to Felicia.
"Felicia," I said, "it is you who can clear this up. The time has come when you must speak."
Felicia was standing with her hands clasped to her head, looking from one to the other of the speakers as though she were trying in vain to follow the sense of what they said. At my words she turned to me a little piteously. She was beginning to understand, but she had not realized the whole truth yet.
"The lady over there," she said, pointing to my lady of the turquoises, "has spoken the truth. Uncle Ferdinand was ill when he arrived in Paris. He stayed with us--that is, my uncle Maurice and I--in the Rue d"Hauteville. He seemed to get worse all the time, and he was worried because of some business in London which he could not attend to. Then it was arranged that my Uncle Maurice should take his place and come over here, only no one was to know that it was not Ferdinand himself. It was secret business for the Brazilian Government. I do not know what it was about, but it was very important."
"Your Uncle Maurice, then," I said, "was the uncle who lived in Paris--whom you knew best?"
She nodded.
"Yes! I have had to call him Ferdinand over here. It was hateful, but they all said that it was necessary."
A motor drew up outside. The Chinese amba.s.sador stepped out with more haste than I had ever seen him use, and by his side a man in dark clothes and silk hat, who from the first I suspected to be a bank manager. The Brazilian minister welcomed them on the threshold.
"You are looking for Delora?" he exclaimed.
The Chinese amba.s.sador looked around at the little circle. His face was emotionless, yet he spoke with a haste which was unusual.
"It is true that I seek him," he said. "This morning he has cashed a cheque for two hundred thousand pounds. I do not understand. There is a part of our bargain which he has not kept."
A gleam of intelligence flitted into the face of the newly discovered Delora. He stepped forward.
"It is in order," he said. "You have taken over from my brother, who represents the Brazilian Government, two new battleships."
"That is so," His Excellency answered, "but I want the indemnity of your amba.s.sador."
"I cannot give it you," the amba.s.sador declared, "until I have received the money."
"Where is Delora?" some one asked.
We looked around. The same suspicion was in the minds of all of us. Delora had fled! I drew my arm through Felicia"s, and led her to the lift.
"Dear," I said, "you must come upstairs with me."
She clung to me a little hysterically.
"What do they mean?" she said. "It is not true that my uncle has been working for the Government?"
"It is true enough," I answered. "The only point for doubt is what he has done with the money he received on their account. Your Uncle Ferdinand there was the person who was intrusted with the plans and commission. For some reason or other your Uncle Maurice has carried it through, and to tell you the truth, I believe he has gone off with the money. If you take my advice you will bring your Uncle Ferdinand upstairs, and the lady who is with him, if you like, and let the others fight it out."
She took my advice. The new Delora was exhausted, and without any complete comprehension of what had taken place. Felicia busied herself attending to him. Then a sudden idea struck me. I opened the door of the further bedchamber softly and stood face to face with Delora.
There was a quick flash, and I looked into the muzzle of a revolver. Delora was apparently preparing for flight. He had changed his clothes, and a small handbag, ready packed, was upon the bed.
"So it"s you, you d--d interfering Englishman!" he said. "There"s no one I"d sooner send to perdition!"
I stood quite still. I could not exactly see what was best to be done, for the man"s hand was steady, and I scarcely saw how I could escape if indeed he pressed the trigger.