"I made a joking allusion to the escapade at the hotel last night and he said:
""Yesterday may prove the ruin of not only my career but that of my son"s also. Yesterday gained for me as an enemy, Madam, a man whom it spells ruin, perhaps death, to offend."
""You mean the Emperor?" I asked.
""The Emperor!" he said. "Oh! of course, he"s furious. No, I was not speaking of the Emperor!"
"Then he changed the subject and it took me all my tact to get back to it. I asked him if they had caught the author of the attack at the Esplanade. He said, no, but it was only a question of time: the fellow couldn"t escape. I said I supposed they would offer a reward and publish a description of the a.s.sailant all over the country. He told me they would do nothing of the sort.
""The public will hear nothing about the affair," he said, "and if you will take my advice, Countess, you will forget all about it. In any case, the Princess Radolin is writing to all her guests at the ball last night to urge them strongly to say nothing about the incident. The employees of the hotel will keep their mouths shut. The interests at stake forbid that there should be any attempt whatsoever made in public to throw light on the affair."
"That is all I could get out of him. But I have something further to tell you. The General went away immediately after lunch. Almost as soon as he had gone I was called to the telephone. Dr. Henninger was there: he is the head of the Political Police, you know. He gave me the same advice as the General, namely, to forget all about what occurred at the Esplanade last night. And then the Princess Radolin rang me up to say the same thing. She seemed very frightened: she was quite tearful.
Someone evidently had scared her badly."
"Monica," I said, "it"s quite clear I can"t stay here. My dear girl, if I am discovered in your house, there is no knowing what trouble may not come upon you."
"If there is any risk," she answered, "it"s a risk I am ready to take.
You have nowhere to go to in Berlin, and if you are caught outside they might find out where you had been hiding and then we should be as badly off as before. No, you stay right on here, and maybe in a day or two I can get you away. I"ve been thinking something out.
"Karl has a place near the Dutch frontier, Schloss Bellevue, it is called, close to Cleves. It"s an old place and has been in the family for generations. Karl, however, only uses it as a shooting-box: we had big shoots up there every autumn before the war.
"There has been no shooting there for two years now and the place is overstocked with game. The Government has been appealing to people with shooting preserves to kill their game and put it on the market, so I had arranged to go up to Bellevue this month and see the agent about this. I thought if I could prevail on Gerry to come with me, you could accompany him and you might get across the Dutch frontier from there. It"s only about fifteen miles away from the Castle. If I can get a move on Gerry, there is no reason why we shouldn"t go away in a day or two. In the meantime you"ll be quite safe here."
I told her I must think it over: she seemed to be risking too much. But I think my mind was already made up. I could not bring destruction on this faithful friend.
Then I went upstairs again to Gerry, who was in as vile a temper as before. His lunch had disagreed with him: he hadn"t slept: the room was not hot enough ... these were a few of the complaints he showered at me as soon as I appeared. He was in his most impish and malicious mood. He sent me running hither and thither: he gave me an order and withdrew it in the same breath: my complacency seemed to irritate him, to encourage him to provoke me.
At last he came back to his old sore subject, my English accent.
"I guess our good American is too homely for a fine English gentleman like you," he said, "but I believe you"ll as lief speak as you were taught before you"re through with this city. An English accent is not healthy in Berlin at present, Mister Meyer, sir, and you"d best learn to talk like the rest of us if you want to keep on staying in this house.
"I"m in no state to be worried just now and I"ve no notion of having the police in here because some of their dam" plain-clothes men have heard my attendant saying "charnce" and "darnce" like any Britisher--especially with this English spy running round loose. By the way, you"ll have to be registered? Has my sister seen about it yet?"
I said she was attending to it.
"I want to know if she"s done it. I"m a helpless cripple and I can"t get a thing done for me. Have you given her your papers? Yes, or no?"
This was a bad fix. With all the persistence of the invalid, the man was harping on his latest whim.
So I lied. The Countess had my papers, I said.
Instantly he rang the bell and demanded Monica and had fretted himself into a fine state by the time she appeared.
"What"s this I hear, Monica?" he cried in his high-pitched, querulous voice. "Hasn"t Meyer been registered with the police yet?"
"I"m going to see to it myself in the morning, Gerry," she said.
"In the morning. In the morning!" he cried, throwing up his hands. "Good G.o.d, how can you be so shiftless? A law is a law. The man"s papers must be sent in to-day ... this instant."
Monica looked appealingly at me.
"I"m afraid I"m to blame, sir," I said. "The fact is, my pa.s.sport is not quite in order and I shall have to take it to the emba.s.sy before I send it to the police."
Then I saw Josef standing by the bed, a salver in his hand.
"Zom letters, sir," he said to Gerry. I wondered how long he had been in the room.
Gerry waved the letters aside and burst into a regular screaming fit.
He wouldn"t have things done that way in the house; he wouldn"t have unknown foreigners brought in, with the city thick with spies--especially people with an English accent--his nerves wouldn"t stand it: Monica ought to know better, and so on and so forth. The long and the short of it was that I was ordered to produce my pa.s.sport immediately. Monica was to ring up the emba.s.sy to ask them to stretch a point and see to it out of office hours, then Josef should take me round to the police.
I don"t know how we got out of that room. It was Monica, with her sweet womanly tact, who managed it. I believe the madman even demanded to see my pa.s.sport, but Monica sc.r.a.ped me through that trap as well.
I had left my hat and coat in the entrance hall downstairs. I put on my coat, then went to Monica in the morning-room.
There was much she wanted to say--I could see it in her eyes--but I think she gathered from my face what I was going to do, so she said nothing.
At the door I said aloud, for the benefit of Josef, who was on the stairs:
"Very good, my lady. I will come straight back from the emba.s.sy and then go with Josef to the police."
The next moment I was adrift in Berlin.
CHAPTER XIII
I FIND ACHILLES IN HIS TENT
Outside darkness had fallen. I had a vague suspicion that the house might be watched, but I found the Bendler-Stra.s.se quite undisturbed. It ran its quiet, aristocratic length to the tangle of bare branches marking the Tiergarten-Stra.s.se with not so much as a dog to strike terror into the heart of the amateur spy. Even in the Tiergarten-Stra.s.se, where the Jewish millionaires live, there was little traffic and few people about, and I felt singularly unromantic as I walked briskly along the clean pavements towards Unter den Linden.
Once more the original object of my journey into Germany stood clearly before me. An extraordinary series of adventures had deflected me from my course, but never from my purpose. I realized that I should never feel happy in my mind again if I left Germany without being a.s.sured as to my brother"s fate. And now I was on the threshold either of a great discovery or of an overwhelming disappointment.
For the street called In den Zelten was my next objective. I knew I might be on the wrong track altogether in my interpretation of what I was pleased to term in my mind the message from Francis. If I had read it falsely--if, perhaps, it were not from him at all--then all the hopes I had built on this mad dash into the enemy"s country would collapse like a house of cards. Then, indeed, I should be in a sorry pa.s.s.
But my luck was in, I felt. Hitherto, I had triumphed over all difficulties. I would trust in my destiny to the last.
I had taken the precaution of turning up my overcoat collar and of pulling my hat well down over my eyes, but no one troubled me. I reflected that only Clubfoot and Schmalz were in a position to recognize me and that, if I steered clear of places like hotels and restaurants and railway stations, where criminals always seem to be caught, I might continue to enjoy comparative immunity. But the trouble was the pa.s.sport question. That reminded me.
I must get rid of Semlin"s pa.s.sport. As I walked along I tore it into tiny pieces, dropping each fragment at a good interval from the other.
It cost me something to do it, for a pa.s.sport is always useful to flash in the eyes of the ignorant. But this pa.s.sport was dangerous. It might denounce me to a man who would not otherwise recognize me.
I had some difficulty in finding In den Zelten. I had to ask the way, once of a postman and once of a wounded soldier who was limping along with crutches. Finally, I found it, a narrowish street running off a corner of the great square in front of the Reichstag. No. 2 was the second house on the right.
I had no plan. Nevertheless, I walked boldly upstairs. There was but one flat on each floor. At the third story I halted, rather out of breath, in front of a door with a small bra.s.s plate inscribed with the name "Eugen Kore." I rang the bell boldly.
An elderly man-servant opened the door.