"Would you prefer to have me call at her house, and save her coming to a hotel? I"d willingly do so if--"
"No. As I told you, should it be known that you and she meet, those who are watching her at present ought not to suspect the real motive of the meeting. So much the better for us: but we must think of her. After four o"clock every afternoon, the young Frenchman she"s engaged to is in the habit of going to her house, and stopping until it"s time for her to go to work. He dines with her, but doesn"t drive with her to the theatre, as that would be rather too public for the present, until their engagement"s announced. He adores her, but is inconveniently jealous, like most Latins. It"s practically certain that he"s heard your name mentioned in connection with hers, when she was in London, and as a Frenchman invariably fails to understand that a man can admire a beautiful woman without being in love with her, your call at her house might give Mademoiselle Maxine a _mauvais quart d"heure_."
"I see. But if she sends him away, and comes to my hotel--"
"She"ll probably make some excuse about being obliged to go to the theatre early, and thus get rid of him. She"s quite clever enough to manage that. Then, as your own name won"t appear on any hotel list in the papers next day, the most jealous heart need have no cause for suspicion. At the same time, if certain persons whom Mademoiselle--and we, too--have to fear, do find out that she has visited Ivor Dundas, who has a.s.sumed a false name for the pleasure of a private interview with her, interests of even deeper importance than the most desperate love affair may still, we"ll hope, be guarded by the pretext of your old friendship. Now, you understand thoroughly?"
"I think so," replied Ivor, very grave and troubled, I knew by the change in his manner, out of which all the gaiety had been slowly drained. "I will do my very best."
"If you are sacrificing any important engagements of your own for the next two days, you won"t suffer for it in the end," remarked the Foreign Secretary meaningly.
No doubt Ivor saw the consulship at Algiers dancing before his eyes, bound up with an engagement to Di, just as a slice of rich plum cake and white bride cake are tied together with bows of satin ribbons sometimes, in America. I didn"t want him to have the consulship, because getting that would perhaps mean getting Di, too.
"Thank you," said Ivor.
"And what hotel shall you choose in Paris?" asked the Foreign Secretary.
"It should be a good one, I don"t need to remind you, where Mademoiselle de Renzie could go without danger of compromising herself, in case she should be recognised in spite of the veil she"s pretty certain to wear.
Yet it shouldn"t be in too central a situation."
"Shall it be the elysee Palace?" asked Ivor.
"That will do very well," replied the other, after reflecting for an instant. And I could have clapped my hands, in what Ivor would call my "impish joy," when it was settled; for the elysee Palace is where Lord and Lady Mountstuart stop when they visit Paris, and they"d been talking of running over next day with Lord Robert West, to look at a wonderful new motor car for sale there--one that a Rajah had ordered to be made for him, but died before it was finished. Lady Mountstuart always has one new fad every six months at least, and her latest is to drive a motor car herself. Lord Robert is a great expert--can make a motor, I believe, or take it to pieces and put it together again; and he"d been insisting for days that she would be able to drive this Rajah car. She"d promised, that if not too tired she"d cross to Paris the day after the ball, taking the afternoon train, via Boulogne, as she wouldn"t be equal to an early start. Now, I thought, how splendid it would be if she should see Maxine at the hotel with Ivor!
The Foreign Secretary was advising Ivor to wire the elysee Palace for rooms without any delay, as there must be no hitch about his meeting Maxine, once it was arranged for her to go there. "Any misunderstanding would be fatal," he went on, as solemnly as if the safety of Maxine"s head depended upon Ivor"s trip. "I only wish I could have got you off to-night; and in that case you might have gone to her own house, early in the morning. She is in a frightful state of mind, poor girl. But it was only to-day that the contents of the packet reached me, and was shown to the Prime Minister. Then, it was just before I hurried round here to see you that I received a cypher telegram from her, warning me that Count G.o.densky--of whom you"ve probably heard--an attache of the Russian emba.s.sy in Paris, somehow has come to suspect a--er--a game in high politics which she and I have been playing; her last, according to present intentions, as I told you. I have an idea that this man, who"s well known in Paris society, proposed to Mademoiselle de Renzie, refused to take no for an answer, and bored her until she perhaps was goaded into giving him a severe snub. G.o.densky is a vain man, and wouldn"t forgive a snub, especially if it had got talked about. He"d be a bad enemy: and Mademoiselle seems to think that he is a very bitter and determined enemy. Apparently she doesn"t know how much he has found out, or whether he has actually found out anything at all, or merely guesses, and "bluffs." But one thing is unfortunately certain, I believe. Every boat and every train between London and Paris will be watched more closely than usual for the next day or two. Any known or suspected agent wouldn"t get through unchallenged. But I can see no reason why you should not."
"Nor I," answered Ivor, laughing a little. "I think I could make some trouble for anyone who tried to stop me."
"Caution above all! Remember you"re in training for a diplomatic career, what? If you should lose the packet I"m going to give you, I prophesy that in twenty-four hours the world would be empty of Maxine de Renzie: for the circ.u.mstances surrounding her in this transaction are peculiar, the most peculiar I"ve ever been entangled in, perhaps, in rather a varied experience; and they intimately concern her fiance, the Vicomte Raoul du Laurier--"
"Raoul du Laurier!" exclaimed Ivor. "So she"s engaged to marry him!"
"Yes. Do you know him?"
"I have friends who do. He"s in the French Foreign Office, though they say he"s more at home in the hunting field, or writing plays--"
"Which don"t get produced. Quite so. But they will get produced some day, for I believe he"s an extremely clever fellow in his way--in everything except the diplomatic "trade" which his father would have him take up, and got him into, through Heaven knows what influence. No; Du Laurier"s no fool, and is said to be a fine sportsman, as well as almost absurdly good-looking. Mademoiselle Maxine has plenty of excuse for her infatuation--for I a.s.sure you it"s nothing less. She"d jump into the fire for this young man, and grill with a Joan of Arc smile on her face."
This would have been pleasant hearing for Ivor, if he"d ever been really in love with Maxine; but I was obliged to admit to myself that he hadn"t, for he didn"t seem to care in the least. On the contrary, he grew a little more cheerful.
"I can see that du Laurier"s being in the French Foreign Office might make it rather awkward for Miss de Renzie if she--if she"s been rather too helpful to us," he said.
"Exactly. And thereby hangs a tale--a sensational and even romantic tale almost complicated enough for the plot of a novel. When you meet Mademoiselle to-morrow afternoon or evening, if she cares to take you into her confidence, in reward for your services, in regard to some private interests of her own which have got themselves wildly mixed up with the gravest political matters, she"s at liberty to do so as far as I"m concerned, for you are to be trusted, and deserve to be trusted. You may say that to her from me, if the occasion arises. I hope with all my heart that everything may go smoothly. If not--the _Entente Cordiale_ may burst like a bomb. I--who have made myself responsible in the matter, with the clear understanding that England will deny me if the scheme"s a failure--shall be shattered by a flying fragment. The favourite actress of Paris will be asphyxiated by the poisonous fumes; and you, though I hope no worse harm may come to you, will mourn for the misfortunes of others. Your responsibility will be such that it will be almost as if you carried the destructive bomb itself, until you get the packet into the hands of Maxine de Renzie." "Good heavens, I shall be glad when she has it!" said Ivor.
"You can"t be gladder than she--or I. And here it is," replied the Foreign Secretary. "I consider it great luck to have found such a messenger, at a house I could enter without being suspected of any motive more subtle than a wish to eat a good supper, or to meet some of the prettiest women in London."
I would have given a great deal to see what he was giving Ivor to take to Maxine, and I was half tempted to lift myself up and peep at the two from behind the lounge, but I could tell from their voices that they were standing quite near, and it would have been too dangerous. The Foreign Secretary, who is rather a nervous man, and fastidious about a woman"s looks, never could bear me: and I believe he would have thought it almost as justifiable as drowning an ugly kitten, to choke me if he knew I"d overheard his secrets.
However, Ivor"s next words gave me some inkling of what I wished to know. "It"s importance evidently doesn"t consist in bulk," he said lightly. "I can easily carry the case in my breast pocket."
"Pray put it there at once, and guard it as you would guard the life and honour of a woman," said the Foreign Secretary solemnly. "Now, I, must go and look for my wife. It"s better that you and I shouldn"t be seen together. One never knows who may have got in among the guests at a crush like this. I will go out at one door, and when you"ve waited for a few minutes, you can go, by way of another."
A moment later there was silence in the room, and I knew that Ivor was alone. What if I spoke, and startled him? All that is impish in me longed to see how his face would look; but there was too much at stake.
Not only would I hate to have him scorn me for an eavesdropper, but I had already built up a great plan for the use I could make of what I had overheard.
CHAPTER III
LISA MAKES MISCHIEF
When Ivor was safely out of the room, my first thought was to escape from behind the lounge, and get upstairs to my own quarters. But just as I had sat up, very cramped and wretched, with one foot and one arm asleep, Lord Mountstuart came in again, and down I had to duck.
He had brought a friend, who was as mad about old books and first editions, as he; a stuffy, elderly thing, who had never seen Lord Mountstuart"s treasures before. As both were perfectly daft on the subject, they must have kept me lying there an hour, while they fussed about from one gla.s.s-protected book-case to another, murmuring admiration of Caxtons, or discussing the value of a Mazarin Bible, with their noses in a lot of old volumes which ought to have been eaten up by moths long ago. As for me, I should have been delighted to set fire to the whole lot.
At last Lord Mountstuart (whom I"ve nicknamed "Stewey") remembered that there was a ball going on, and that he was the host. So he and the other duffer pottered away, leaving the coast clear and the door wide open. It was just my luck (which is always bad and always has been) that a pair of flirting idiots, for whom the conservatory, or our "den," or the stairs, wasn"t secluded enough, must needs be prying about and spy that open door before I had conquered my cramps and got up from behind the sofa.
The dim light commended itself to their silliness, and after hesitating a minute, the girl--whoever she was--allowed herself to be drawn into a room where she had no business to be. Then, to make bad worse, they selected the lounge to sit upon, and I had to lie closely wedged against the wall, with "pins and needles" p.r.i.c.king all over my cramped body, while some man I didn"t know proposed and was accepted by some girl I shall probably never see.
They continued to sit, making a tremendous fuss about each other, until voices were "heard off," as they say in the directions for theatricals, whereupon they sprang up and hurried out like "guilty things upon a fearful summons."
By that time I was more dead than alive, but I did manage to crawl out of my prison, and creep up to my room by a back stairway which the servants use. But it was very late now, and people were going, even the young ones who love dancing. As soon as I was able, I scuttled out of my ball dress and into a dressing gown. Also I undid my hair, which is my one beauty, and let it hang over my shoulders, streaming down in front on each side, so that n.o.body would know one shoulder is higher than the other. It wasn"t that I was particularly anxious to appear well before Di (though I have enough vanity not to like the contrast between us to seem too great, even when she and I are alone), but because I wanted her to think, when she came to my room, that I"d been there a long time.
I was sure she would come and peep in at the door, to steal away if she found me asleep, or to enquire how I felt if I were awake.
By and by the handle of the door moved softly, just as I had expected, and seeing a light, Di came in. It was late, and she had danced all night, but instead of looking tired she was radiant. When she spoke, her voice was as gay and happy as Ivor"s had been when he first came into Lord Mountstuart"s study with the Foreign Secretary.
I said that I was much better, and had had a nice rest; that if I hadn"t wanted to hear how everything had gone at the ball, I should have been in bed and asleep long ago.
"Everything went very well," said she. "I think it was a great success."
"Did you dance every dance?" I asked, working up slowly to what I meant to say.
"Except a few that I sat out."
"I can guess who sat them out with you," said I. "Ivor Dundas. And one was number thirteen, wasn"t it?"
"How did you know?"
"He told me he was going to have thirteen with you. Oh, you needn"t try to hide anything from me. He tells most things to his "Imp." Was he nice when he proposed?"
"He didn"t propose."
"I"ll give you the sapphire bracelet Lady Mountstuart gave me, if he didn"t tell you he loved you, and ask if there"d be a chance for him in case he got Algiers."
"I wouldn"t take your bracelet even if--if--. But you"re a little witch, Lisa."