"I believe you, Monica," I answered, dolefully enough. "And that"s just where I feel such a beast for throwing myself upon your mercy in this way. But I was pretty desperate when I met you just now and I didn"t know where to turn. Still, I want you to understand that if you can only get me out of this place I shall not trouble you further. I came to this country on my own responsibility and I"m going through with it alone. I have no intention of implicating anybody else along with me. But I confess I don"t believe it is possible to get away from this hotel.
They"re watching every door by now. Besides..."
I stopped abruptly. A noise outside caught my listening ear. Footsteps were approaching along the corridor. I heard doors open and shut. They were hunting for me, floor by floor, room by room.
"Open that wardrobe," said a voice from the bed: a firm, business-like voice that was good to hear. "Open it and get right in, young man; but don"t go mussing up my good dresses whatever you do! And you, Monica, quick! Switch off those lights all but this one by the bed. Good! Now go to the door and ask them what they mean by making this noise at this time of night with me ill and all!"
I got into the wardrobe and Monica shut me in. I heard the bedroom door open, then voices. I waited patiently for five minutes, then the wardrobe door opened again.
"Come out, Des," said Monica, "and thank Mary Prendergast for her cleverness."
"What did they say?" I asked.
"That reception clerk was along. He was most apologetic--they know me here, you see. He told me how a fellow had made a desperate attack upon a gentleman on the floor below and had got away. They thought he must be hiding somewhere in the hotel. I told him I"d been sitting here for an hour chatting with Miss Prendergast and that we hadn"t heard a sound.
They went away then!"
"You won"t catch any Deutschers fooling Mary Prendergast," said the jovial lady in the bed; "but, children, what next?"
Monica spoke--quite calmly. She was always perfectly self-possessed.
"My brother is stopping with me in our apartment in the Bendler-Stra.s.se," she said. "You remember Gerry, Des--he got all smashed up flying, you know, and is practically a cripple. He"s been so much better here that I"ve been trying to get an attendant to look after him, to dress him and so on, but we couldn"t find anybody; men are so scarce nowadays! You could come home with me, Des, and take this man"s place for a day or two ... I"m afraid it couldn"t be longer, for one would have to register you with the police--every one has to be registered, you know--and I suppose you have no papers that are any good--now."
"You are too kind, Monica," I answered, "but you risk too much and I can"t accept."
"It"s no risk for a day or two," she said. "I am a person of consequence in official Germany, you know, with my husband A.D.C. to Marshal von Mackensen: and I can always say I forgot to send in your papers. If they come down upon me afterwards I should say I meant to register you but had to discharge you suddenly ... for drink!"
"But how can I get away from here?" I objected.
"I guess we can fix that too," she replied. "My car is coming for me at two--it must be that now--I have been at a dance downstairs--one of the Radolin girls is getting married to-morrow--it was so deadly dull I ran up here and woke up Mary Prendergast to talk. You shall be my chauffeur!
I know you drive a car! You ought to be able to manage mine ... it"s a Mercedes."
"I can drive any old car," I said, "but I"m blessed ..."
"Wait there!" cried this remarkable girl, and ran out of the room.
For twenty minutes I stood and made small talk with Miss Prendergast.
They were the longest twenty minutes I have ever spent. I was dead tired in any case, but my desperate position kept my thoughts so busy that, for all my endeavours to be polite, I fear my conversation was extremely distraught.
"You poor boy!" suddenly said Miss Mary Prendergast, totally ignoring a profound remark I was making regarding Mr. Wilson"s policy, "don"t you go on talking to me! Sit down on that chair and go to sleep! You look just beat!"
I sat down and nodded in the arm-chair.
Suddenly I was awake. Monica stood before me. She drew from under her cape a livery cap and uniform.
"Put these things on," she said, "and listen carefully. When you leave here, turn to the right and take the little staircase you will find on the right. Go down to the bottom, go through the gla.s.s doors, and across the room you will find there, to a door in a corner which leads to the ballroom entrance of the hotel. I will give you my ermine wrap to carry.
I shall be waiting there. You will help me on with my cloak and escort me to the car. Is that clear?"
"Perfectly."
"Now, pay attention once more, for I shall not be able to speak to you again. I shall have to give you your directions for finding the way to the Bendler-Stra.s.se."
She did so and added:
"Drive carefully, whatever you do. If we had a smash and the police intervened, it might be most awkward for you."
"But your chauffeur," I said, "what will he do?"
"Oh, Carter," she answered carelessly, "he"s tickled to death ... he"s American, you see ... he drove me out into the Tiergarten just now and took off his livery, then drove me back here, hopped off and went home."
"But can you trust him?" I asked anxiously.
"Like myself," she said. "Besides, Carter"s been to Belgium ... he drove Count Rachwitz, my husband, while he was on duty there. And Carter hasn"t forgotten what he saw in Belgium!"
She gave me the key of the garage and further instructions how to put the car up. Carter would give me a bed at the garage and would bring me round to the house early in the morning as if I were applying for the job of male attendant for Gerry.
"I will go down first," Monica said, "so as not to keep you waiting. My, but they"re rattled downstairs--all the crowd at Olga von Radolin"s dance have got hold of the story and the place is full of policemen. But there"ll be no danger if you walk straight up to me in the hall and keep your face turned away from the crowd as much as possible."
She kissed Miss Prendergast and slipped away. What a splendid pair of women they were: so admirably cool and resourceful: they seemed to have thought of everything.
"Good night, Miss Prendergast," I said. "You have done me a good turn. I shall never forget it!" And as the only means at my disposal for showing my grat.i.tude, I kissed her hand.
She coloured up like a girl.
"It"s a long time since any one did that to a silly old woman like me,"
she said musingly. "Was it you or your brother," she asked abruptly, "who nearly broke my poor girl"s heart?"
"I shouldn"t like to say," I answered; "but I don"t think, speaking personally, that Monica ever cared enough about me for me to plead guilty."
She sniffed contemptuously.
"If that is so," she said, "all I can say is that you seem to have all the brains of your family!"
With that I took my leave.
I reached the ballroom vestibule without meeting a soul. The place was crowded with people, officers in uniform, glittering with decorations, women in evening dress, coachmen, footmen, chauffeurs, waiters.
Everybody was talking sixteen to the dozen, and there were such dense knots of people that at first I couldn"t see Monica. Two policemen were standing at the swing-doors leading into the street, and with them a civilian who looked like a detective. I caught sight of Monica, almost at the detective"s elbow, talking to two very elegant-looking officers.
I pushed my way across the vestibule, turned my back on the detective and stood impa.s.sively beside her.
"Ah! there you are, Carter!" she said. "Gute Nacht, Herr Baron! Auf wiedersehen, Durchlaucht!"
The two officers kissed her hand whilst I helped her into her wrap. Then I marched straight out of the swing-doors in front of her, looking neither to right nor to left, past the detective and the two policemen.
The detective may have looked at me: if so, I didn"t perceive it. I had made up my mind not to see him.
Outside Monica took the lead and brought me over to a chocolate-coloured limousine drawn up at the pavement. I noted with dismay that the engine was stopped. That might mean further delay whilst I cranked up. But a friendly chauffeur standing by seized the handle and started the engine whilst I a.s.sisted Monica into the car, and the next moment we were gliding smoothly over the asphalt under the twinkling arc-lamps.
The Bendler-Stra.s.se is off the Tiergarten, not far from the Esplanade, and I found my way there without much difficulty. I flatter myself that both Monica and I played our parts well, and I am sure nothing could have been more professional than the way I helped her to alight. It was an apartment house and she had the key of the front door, so, after seeing her safely within doors, I returned to the car and drove it round to the garage by a carriage-way leading to the rear of the premises.
As I unlocked the double doors of the garage, a man came down a ladder outside the place leading to the upper room.