"Monica, be brave! And talk German whatever you do."
She regained her self-possession at once.
"I understand," she answered, sitting down at her desk again; "it is more prudent."
And for the rest of the time we spoke in German.
"Desmond?" I asked.
"Locked up in Grundt"s bedroom," she replied. "I met them pushing him along the corridor--it was horrible! Grundt won"t let him out of his sight. Oh, it was madness to have come. If only I could have warned you!"
"What is Grundt doing here?" I asked. "And those soldiers and that officer?"
"My dear," she answered, and her eyes flashed mischief in a sudden change of mood, "I"m in preventive arrest!"
"But, Monica...."
"Listen! Gerry and that spying man-servant of his made trouble. When Des went off that evening and didn"t come back, Gerry insisted that we should notify the police. He made an awful scene, then the valet chipped in, and from what he said I knew he meant mischief. I didn"t dare trust Gerry with the truth, so I let him send a note to the police. They came round and asked a lot of questions and went away again, so I thought we"d heard the last of it and came up here. Gerry wouldn"t come. He"s gone off to Baden-Baden on some new cure.
"About a week ago the Chief Magistrate at Cleves, who is an old friend of ours, motored over, and after a lot of talk, blurted out that I was to consider myself under arrest, and that an officer and a detachment of men from Goch were coming over to guard the house. The magistrate man would have told me anything I wanted to know, but he knew nothing: he simply carried out his orders. Then the lieutenant and his men arrived, and since that time I have been a prisoner in the house and grounds. I was terribly scared about Des until Grundt arrived suddenly, two nights ago, and I saw at once by his face that Des was still at large. But, Francis, that Clubfoot man came here to catch Des ... and he has simply walked into the trap."
"And Desmond?" I asked. "What is Clubfoot going to do about him?"
"He was with Des for about an hour in his room, and I heard him tell Schmalz he would "try again" after dinner. Oh, Francis, I am frightened of that man ... not a word has he said to me about my knowing Desmond--not a word about my harbouring Des in Berlin ... but he knows everything, and he watches me the whole time."
I glanced through the open door into the hall. The candles still burnt on the dinner-table, where Clubfoot and the officer sat conversing in low tones.
"I have been here long enough," I said. "But before I go, I want you to answer one or two questions, Monica. Will you?"
"Yes, Francis," she said, raising her eyes to mine.
"What time is the shoot to-morrow?"
"At ten o"clock."
"Are Grundt and Schmalz going?"
"Yes."
"You too?"
"Yes."
"Could you get away back to the house by 12.30?"
"Not alone. One of them is always with me out of doors."
"Could you meet me alone anywhere outside at that time?"
"There is a quarry outside a village called Quellenburg ... it is on the edge of our preserves ... just off the road. We ought to be as far as that by twelve. If it is necessary, I will try and give them the slip and hide in one of the caves there. Then, when you came, if you whistled I could come out."
"Good. That will do excellently. We will arrange it so. Now, another question ... how many soldiers have you here?"
"Sixteen."
"Are they all going beating?"
"Oh, no! Only ten of them. The other six and the sergeant remain behind."
"Have you a car here?"
"No, but Grundt has one."
"How many servants will there be in the house to-morrow?"
"Only Johann, the butler, and the maids ... a woman cook and two girls."
"Can you contrive to have Johann out of the house between 10 and 12:30 to-morrow morning?"
"Yes, I can send him to Cleves with a note."
"The maids too?"
"Yes, the maids too."
"Good. Now will you do one thing more--the hardest of all? I want you to send a message to Desmond. Can you arrange it?"
"Tell me what your message is, and I may be able to answer you."
"I want you to tell him that he must at all costs contrive to keep Grundt from going to that shoot to-morrow ... at any rate between ten and twelve. He must manage to let Grundt believe that he is going to tell him where Grundt may find what he is after ... but he must keep him in suspense during those hours."
"And after?"
"There will be no after," I said.
"I will see that Des gets your message," Monica replied, "for I will take it myself."
"No, Monica," I said, "I don"t want..."
"Francis," ...she spoke almost in a whisper ... "my life in this country is over," ... and she touched her widow"s weeds.... "Karl was killed at Predeal three weeks ago.... You know as well as I do that I am involved in this affair as much as you and Des ... and I will share the risk if only you will take me away with you ... that is if you ..." She faltered.
I heard the chairs sc.r.a.pe in the corner of the hall where the dinner-party was breaking up.
"The Frau Grafin has only to command," I said. "The Frau Grafin knows I have been waiting for years...."
Clubfoot was crossing towards the open door.
"... I never expected to find the Frau Grafin so gracious.... I had never hoped that the Frau Grafin would be willing to do so much for me ... the Frau Grafin has made me very happy."