What a girl she was!
"About your friend, the clubfooted man," she went on, "I"m rather puzzled. He must be a person of considerable importance to be fetched by special train straight into the Emperor"s private apartments, where very few people ever penetrate, I a.s.sure you. But I"ve never heard of him.
He"s certainly not a Court official. Nor is he the head of the Political Police ... that"s Henninger, a friend of Karl"s. Still, there are people of great importance working in dark places in this country and I guess Clubfoot must be one of them.
"Now, I think I ought to take you into Gerry. I want to speak to you about him, Des. I daren"t tell him who you are. Gerry"s not himself.
He"s been a nervous wreck ever since his accident and I can"t trust him.
He"s a very conventional man and his principles would never hear of me harbouring a ... a ..."
"Spy?" I suggested.
"No, a friend," she corrected. "So you"ll just have to be a male nurse, I guess. A German-American would be best, I think, as you"ll have to read the German papers to Gerry--he doesn"t know a word of German. Then, you must have a name of some kind...."
"Frederick Meyer," I suggested promptly, "from Pittsburg. It"ll have to be Pittsburg: Francis went there for a bit, you know: he wrote me a lot about the place and I"ve seen pictures of it, too. It"s the only American city I know anything about."
"Let it be Meyer from Pittsburg, then," smiled Monica, "but you"ve got a terrible English accent, Des. I guess we"ll have to tell Gerry you were years nursing in London before the war."
She hesitated a moment, then added:
"Des, I"m afraid you"ll find Gerry very trying. He"s awfully irritable and ... and very spiteful. So you must be careful not to give yourself away."
I had only met the brother once and my recollection of him was of a good looking, rather spoilt young man. He had been brought up entirely in the States by the Long Island uncle whose great fortune he had inherited.
"You"ll be quite safe up here for the present," Monica went on. "You"ll sleep in the little room off Gerry"s and I"ll have your meals served there too. After I have found out from the General how things stand, we"ll decide what"s to be done next."
"I"ll be very wary with Master Gerry," I said. "But, Monica, though he has only seen me once, he knows Francis pretty well and we are rather alike. Do you think he"ll recognize me?"
"Why, Desmond, it"s years since he saw you. And you"re not much like Francis with your moustache off. If you"re careful, it"ll be all right!
It isn"t for long, either. Now we"ll go in. Come along."
As we entered, a petulant voice cried:
"Is that you, Monica? Say, am I to be left alone all the morning?"
"Gerry dear," answered Monica very sweetly, "I"ve been engaging someone to look after you a bit. Come here, Meyer! This is Frederick Meyer, Gerry!"
I should never have recognized the handsome, rather indolent youth I had met in London in the pale man with features drawn with pain who gazed frowningly at me from the bed.
"Who is he? Where did you get him from? Does he know German?"
He shot a string of questions at Monica, who answered them in her sweet, patient way.
He was apparently satisfied, for, when Monica presently got up to leave us, he threw me an armful of German papers and bade me read to him.
I had not sat with him for ten minutes before I realized what an impossible creature the man was. Nothing I could do was right. Now he didn"t want to hear the war news, then it was the report of the Reichstag debate that bored him, now I didn"t read loud enough, then my voice jarred on him. Finally, he s.n.a.t.c.hed the paper out of my hand.
"I can"t understand half you say," he cried in accents shrill with irritability; "you mouth and mumble like an Englishman. You say you are an American?"
"Yes, sir," I answered meekly, "but I resided for many years in England."
"Well, it"s a good thing you"re not there now. Those English are just plumb crazy. They"ll never whip Germany, not if they try for a century.
Why, look what this country has done in this war? Nothing can stand against her! It"s organization, that"s what it is! The Germans lead the world. Take their doctors! I have been to every specialist in America about my back and paid them thousands of dollars. And what good did they do me? Not a thing. I come to Germany, they charge me a quarter of the fees, and I feel a different man already. Before tackling the Germans, the English ..."
Thus he ran on. I knew the type well, the American who is hypnotized by German efficiency and thoroughness so completely that he does not see the reverse side of the medal.
He exhausted himself on the topic at last and bade me read to him again.
"Read about the affair at the Hotel Esplanade last night," he commanded.
I had kept an eye open for this very item but, as Monica had said, the papers contained no hint of it. I wondered how Gerry knew about it.
Monica would not have told him.
"What affair do you mean?" I said. "There is nothing about it in the papers."
"Of course there is, you fool. What is the use of my hiring you to read the papers to me if you can"t find news that"s spread all over the place? It"s no use giving me the paper ... you know I can"t read it!
Here, Josef will know!"
A man-servant had come noiselessly into the room with some clothes.
Gerry turned to him.
"Josef, where did you see that story you were telling me about an English spy a.s.saulting a man at the Esplanade last night?"
"Dot ain"t in de paper, sir. I haf heard dis from de chauffeur of de Biedermanns next door. He wa.s.s at de hotel himself wid hiss shentleman lars" night at de dance. Dey won"t put dat in no paper, sir."
And the man chuckled.
I felt none too comfortable during all this and was glad to be told to read on and be d.a.m.ned.
I read to the young American all the morning. He went on exactly like a very badly brought up child. He was fretful and quarrelsome and sometimes abusive, and I had some difficulty in keeping my temper. He continually recurred to my English accent and jeered so offensively and so pointedly at what he called "your English friends" that I began to believe there was some purpose behind his att.i.tude. But it was only part of his invalid"s fractiousness, for when the valet, Josef, appeared with the luncheon tray, the American seemed anxious to make amends for his behaviour.
"I"m afraid I"m a bit trying at times, Meyer," he said with a pleasant smile. "But you"re a good fellow. Go and have your lunch. You needn"t come back till four: I always sleep after luncheon. Here, have a cigar!"
I took the cigar with all humility as beseemed my role and followed the valet into an adjoining room, where the table was laid for me. I am keenly sensitive to outside influences, and I felt instinctively distrustful of the man Josef. I expect he resented my intrusion into a sphere where his influence had probably been supreme and where he had doubtless managed to secure a good harvest of pickings.
He left me to my luncheon and went away. After an excellent lunch, washed down by some first-rate claret, I was enjoying my cigar over a book when Josef reappeared again.
"The Frau Grafin will see you downstairs!" he said.
Monica received me in a morning-room (the apartment was on two floors).
She was very much agitated and had lost all her habitual calm.
"Des," she said, "von Boden has been here!"
"Well!" I replied eagerly.
"I wasn"t very successful," she went on "I"m in deep water, Des, and that"s the truth. I have never seen the old General as he was to-day.
He"s a frightful bully and tyrant, but even his worst enemy never accused him of cowardice. But, Des, to-day the man was cowed. He seemed to be in terror of his life and I had the greatest difficulty in making him say anything at all about your affair.