"The necklace was stolen from Raoul by a thief, who must have been one of the most expert in the world. Can you imagine Raoul"s feelings? He came to me in despair, asking my advice. What was he to do? He dared not appeal to the police, or the d.u.c.h.ess"s secret would come out. And he couldn"t bear to tell her of the loss, not only because it would be such a blow to her, as she was depending on the money from the sale of the jewels, but because she knew that he was in some difficulties, and _might_ be tempted to believe that he"d only pretended the diamonds were stolen--while really he"d sold them for his own use."
"As she"s fond of him, and trusts him, probably she would have thought no such thing," I tried to comfort Maxine. "But certainly, it was a rather bad fix."
"Rather bad fix! Oh, you laconic creatures, Englishmen. All you think of is to hide your feelings behind icy words. As for me--well, there was nothing I wouldn"t have done to help him--nothing. My life would have been a small thing to give. I would have given my soul. And already a thought came flashing into my mind. I begged Raoul to wait, and say nothing to the d.u.c.h.ess, who didn"t even know yet that he"d come back from Amsterdam. The thought in my mind was about the commission from your Secretary for Foreign Affairs. As I told you, I"d just sent him word in the usual cypher and through the usual channels, that I couldn"t do what he wanted. He"d offered me eight thousand pounds to undertake the service, and four more if I succeeded. I believed I could succeed if I tried. And with the few thousands I"d saved up, and selling such jewels as I had, I could make up the sum Raoul had been told to ask for the necklace. Then he could give it to the d.u.c.h.ess, and she need never know that the diamonds had been stolen. All that night I lay awake thinking, thinking. Next day, at a time when I knew Raoul would be working in his office, I went to see him there, and cheered him up as well as I could. I told him that in a few days I hoped to have eighteen or twenty thousand pounds in my hands--all for him. To let him have the money would make me happier than I"d ever been. At first he said he wouldn"t take it from me--I knew he would say that! But, at last, after I"d cried and begged, and persuaded, he consented; only it was to be a loan, and some how, some time, he would pay me back. In that office there are several great safes; and when we had grown quite happy and gay together, I made Raoul tell me which was the most important of all--where the really sacred and valuable things were kept. He laughed and pointed out the most interesting one--the one, he said, which held all the deepest secrets of French foreign diplomacy. I was sure then that the thing I had to get for the British Foreign Secretary must be there, though it was such a new thing that it couldn"t have been anywhere for long. "There are three keys to that safe," said Raoul. "One is kept by the President; one is always with the Foreign Secretary; this is the third"; and he showed me a strange little key different to any I had seen before. "Oh, do let me have a peep at these wonderful papers,"
I pleaded with him. Before coming I had planned what to do. Round my throat I wore a string of imitation pearls, which I"d put on for a special purpose. But they were pretty, and so well made that only an expert would know they weren"t real. Raoul isn"t an expert; so at the moment he fitted the key into the lock of the safe to open the door, I gave a sly little pull, and broke the thread, making the pearls roll everywhere about the floor. He was quite distressed, forgot all about the key in the lock, and flew to pick up the pearls as if each one were worth at least a thousand francs.
"While he was busy finding the lost beads, I whipped out the key, took an impression of it on a piece of wax I had ready, concealed in my handkerchief, and slipped it back into the lock while he was still on his hands and knees on the floor. Then he opened the safe-door for a moment, just to give me the peep I had begged for, but not long enough for me to touch anything even if I"d dared to try with him standing there. Enough, though, to show me that the doc.u.ments were neatly arranged in labelled pigeon-holes, and to see their general character, colour, and shape. That same day a key to fit the lock was being made; and when it was ready, I made an excuse to call again on Raoul at the office. Not that a very elaborate excuse was needed. The poor fellow, trusting me as he trusts himself, or more, was only too glad to have me come to him, even in that sacred place. Now, the thing was to get him away. But I"d made up my mind what to do. In another office, upstairs, was a friend of Raoul"s--the one who introduced us to each other, and I"d made up a message for him, which I begged Raoul to take, and bring his friend to speak to me. He went, and I believed I might count on five minutes to myself. No more--but those five minutes would have to be enough for success or failure. The instant the door shut behind Raoul, I was at the safe. The key fitted. I s.n.a.t.c.hed out a folded doc.u.ment, and opened it to make quite, quite certain it was the right one, for a mistake would be inexcusable and spoil everything. It was what I wanted--the treaty, newly made, between j.a.pan, Russia and France--the treaty which your Foreign Secretary thought he had reason to believe was a secret one, arranged between the three countries without the knowledge of England and to the prejudice of her interests. The one glance I had gave me the impression that the doc.u.ment was nothing of the kind, but quite innocent, affecting trade only; yet that wasn"t my business. I had to send it to the Foreign Secretary, who wanted to know its precise nature, and whether England was being deceived. In place of the treaty I slipped into its pigeon-hole a doc.u.ment I"d brought with me--just like the real thing. No one opening the safe on other business would suspect the change that had been made. My hope was to get the treaty back before it should be missed. You see, I was betraying Raoul, to save him. Do you understand?"
"I understand. You must have persuaded yourself that you were justified.
But, good Heavens, Maxine," I couldn"t help breaking out, "it was an awful thing to do."
"I know--I know. But I had to have the money--for Raoul. And there was no other way to get it. You remember, I"d refused, till the diamonds were lost, and would have refused even if Raoul had nothing to do with the French Foreign Office. But let me go on telling you what happened. I had time enough. I had even a minute or two to spare. And fortunately for me, the man I"d sent Raoul to find was out. I looked at my watch, pretended to be surprised, and said I must go at once. I couldn"t bear to waste a second in hurrying the treaty off, so that it might the more quickly be on its way back. I hadn"t come to visit Raoul in my own carriage, but in a cab, which was waiting. As Raoul was taking me to it, Count G.o.densky got out of a motor-brougham, and saw me. If only it had been anywhere except in front of the Foreign Office! I told myself there was no reason why he should guess that anything was wrong, but I was in such a state of nerves that, as he raised his hat, and his eyebrows, I fancied that he imagined all sorts of things, and I felt myself grow red and pale. What a fool I was--and how weak! But I couldn"t help it. I didn"t wait to go home. I wrote a few lines in the cab, and sent off the packet, registered, in time I hoped, to catch the post--but after all, it didn"t. Coming out from the post office, there was G.o.densky again, in his motor-brougham. _That_ could have been no coincidence. A horrid certainty sprang to life in me that he"d followed my cab from the Foreign Office, to see where I would go. Why couldn"t I have thought of that danger? I have always thought of things, and guarded against them; yet this time, this time of all others, I seemed fated."
"But if G.o.densky had known what you were doing, the game would have been up for you before this," I said.
"He didn"t know, of course. Only--if he wants to be a woman"s lover and she won"t have him, he"s her enemy and he"s the enemy of the man who _is_ her lover. He"s too clever and too careful of his own interests to speak out prematurely anything he might vaguely suspect, for it would do him harm if he proved mistaken. He wouldn"t yet, I think, even warn those whom it might concern, to search and see if anything in Raoul"s charge were out of order or missing. But what he would do, what I think he has done, is this. Having some idea, as he may have, that my relations with certain important persons in England are rather friendly, and seeing me come from the Foreign Office to go almost straight to the post, it might have occurred to him to try and learn the name of my correspondent. He has influence--he could perhaps have found out: but if he did, it wouldn"t have helped him much, for naturally, my dealings with the British Foreign Secretary are always well under cover--hence a delay sometimes in his receiving word from me. What I send can never go straight to him, as you may guess. G.o.densky would guess that, too: and he would have perhaps informed the police, very cautiously, very unofficially and confidentially, that he suspected Maxine de Renzie of being a political spy in the pay of England. He would have advised that my movements be watched for the next few days: that English agents of the French police be warned to watch also, on their side of the Channel.
He would have argued to himself that if I"d sent any doc.u.ment away, with Raoul"s connivance or without, I would be wanting it back as soon as possible; and he would have mentioned to the police that possibly a messenger would bring me something--if my correspondence through the post was found to contain nothing compromising. Oh, there have been eyes on me, and on every movement of mine, I"m sure. See how efficient, though quiet, the methods have been where you"re concerned. They--the police--knew the name of the man I was to meet here at this hotel; and if, as G.o.densky must have hoped, any doc.u.ment belonging to the French Government had been found on you or me, everything would have played into his hands. Raoul would have been ruined, his heart broken, and I--but there are no words to express what I would have suffered, what I may yet have to suffer. G.o.densky would be praised for his cleverness, as well as securing a satisfactory revenge on me for refusing him. The only thing which rejoices me now is the thought of his blank disappointment when he gets the news from the Commissary of Police."
"You don"t believe then," I asked, "that G.o.densky has had any hand in the disappearance of the treaty?"
"I would believe it, if it weren"t for the necklace being put in its place. Even if Count G.o.densky could have known of Raoul"s mission with the diamonds, and got them into his own hands, he wouldn"t have let them get out again with every chance of their going back to Raoul, and thus saving him from his trouble. He"d do nothing to help, but everything to hinder. There lies the mystery--in the return of the necklace instead of the treaty. You have no knowledge of it, you tell me; yet you come to me with it in your pocket--the necklace stolen from Raoul du Laurier, days ago, in Amsterdam or on the way there."
"You"re certain it"s the same?"
"Certain as that you are you, and I am I. And I"m not out of my mind yet--though I soon shall be, unless you somehow save me from this horror."
"I"m going to try," I said. "Don"t give up hope. I wish, though, that you hadn"t to act to-night."
"So do I. But there"s no way out of it. And I must go now to the theatre, or I shall be late: my make-up"s a heavy one, and takes a long time. I can"t afford to have any talk about me and my affairs to-night, whatever comes afterwards. Raoul will be in a box, and at the end of the first act, he"ll be at the door of my dressing-room. The agony of seeing him, of hearing him praise my acting, and saying dear, trusting, loving words that would make me almost too happy, if I hadn"t betrayed him, ruined his career for ever!"
"Maybe not," I said. "And anyhow, there"s the necklace. That"s something."
"Yes, that"s something."
"Will G.o.densky be in the audience, too?" I asked.
"I"m sure he will. He couldn"t keep away. But he may be late. He won"t come until he"s had a long talk with the Commissary of Police, and tried to thrash matters out."
"If only your theory"s right, then,--if he hasn"t dared yet to throw suspicion on du Laurier, and if the loss of that letter-case with its contents is as much of a mystery to him as it is to us, we have a little time before us still: we"re comparatively safe for a few hours."
"We"re as safe," answered Maxine, with a kind of desperate calmness, "as if we were in a house with gunpowder stored underneath, and a train laid to fire it. But"--she broke off bitterly, "why do I say "_we_". To you all this can be no more than a regret, a worry."
"You know that"s not just!" I reproached her. "I"m in this with you now, heart and soul. I spoke no more than the truth when I said I"d give my life, if necessary, to redeem my failure. Already I"ve given something, but--"
"What have you given?" she caught me up quickly.
"My hope of happiness with a girl I love as you love du Laurier," I answered; then regretted my words and would have taken them back if I could, for she had a heavy enough burden to bear already, without helping me bear mine.
"I don"t understand," she said.
"Don"t think of it. You can do nothing; and I don"t grudge the sacrifice--or anything," I hurried on.
"Yet I will think of it, if I ever have time to think of anything beyond this tangle. But now, it must be _au revoir_. Save me, save Raoul, if you can, Ivor. What you can do, I don"t know. I"m groping in darkness.
Yet you"re my one hope. For pity"s sake, come to my house when the play"s over, to tell me what you"ve done, if you"ve been able to do anything. Be there at twelve."
"I promise."
"Thank you. I shall live for that moment. Now, give me the diamonds, and I"ll go. I don"t want you to be seen with me outside this room."
I gave her the necklace, and she was at the door before I could open it.
CHAPTER VII
IVOR IS LATE FOR AN APPOINTMENT
I was glad to be alone, for as I had said, I wanted to think quietly.
Maxine had taken the diamonds, but she had slipped the necklace into the bosom of her dress, pressing it down through the rather low-cut opening at the throat, and had therefore left the leather case. I picked the thing up from the table where she had thrown it, and examined it carefully for the first time.
It had not been originally intended as a jewel-case, that was clear; and as Maxine"s voice had rung unmistakably true when she denied all previous knowledge of it to the police, I judged that the diamonds had not been in it when the d.u.c.h.ess entrusted them to du Laurier. He would almost certainly have described to Maxine the box or case which had been stolen from him, and if the thing pulled out from the sofa-hiding-place had recalled his description, she must have betrayed some emotion under the keen eyes of the Commissary of Police.
The case which, it seemed, I had brought to Paris, looked as if it might have been made to hold a peculiar kind of cigar, much longer than the ordinary sort. Within, on either side, was a part.i.tion, and there was a silver clasp on which the hallmark was English.
"English silver!" I said to myself, thoughtfully. The three men who had travelled in the carriage with me from London to Dover were all English.
Of the trio, only the nervous little fellow who had reserved the compartment for himself had found the smallest possible opportunity to steal the treaty from me, and exchange for it this red leather case containing a diamond necklace worth twenty thousand pounds. If he possessed the skill and quick deftness of a conjurer or a marvellously clever professional pickpocket, as well as the incentive of a paid spy, he might conceivably have done the trick at the moment of alarm on the boat"s gangway, not afterwards; for when he had pressed near me in the Gare du Nord he had been on the wrong side. But for my life I could not guess the motive for such an exchange.
Supposing him a spy, employed to track and rob me of what I carried, why should he have made me a present of these rare and precious diamonds?
Would the bribe for which he used his skill reach anything like the sum he could obtain by selling the stones? I was almost sure it would not; and therefore, having the diamonds, it would have been far more to his advantage to keep them than to stuff them into my pocket, simply to fill up the s.p.a.ce where the case with the treaty had lain. There would not have been time yet for the real diamonds to have been copied in Amsterdam, therefore it would be useless to build up a theory that the stones given me might be false.
Besides, I reminded myself, if the man were a spy whose business was to watch and be near me, why hadn"t he waited to see what I would do, where I would go, instead of taking a compartment, carefully reserving it, and trusting to such an unlikely chance as that I might force myself into it with him? Even if the three men had been in some obscure way playing into each others" hands, I could not see how their game had been arranged to catch me.
Maxine and I had talked for a long time, but not two hours had pa.s.sed yet since I saw the last of the little rat of a man in the railway-station. Though I could not understand any reason for his tricking me, still I told myself that n.o.body else could have done it, and I decided to go back at once to the Gare du Nord. There I might still be able to find some trace of the little man and of my two other fellow-travellers. If through a porter or cabman I could learn where they had gone, I might have a chance even now of getting back the stolen treaty. I had brought with me from London a loaded revolver, warned by the Foreign Secretary that to do so would be a wise precaution; and I was ready to make use of it if necessary.
I was beginning to be very hungry, but that was a detail of no importance, for I had no time to waste in eating. I went to the railway-station and looked about until I found a porter whose face I had seen when I got out of the train. He had, in fact, appeared under the window of my compartment, offering himself as a luggage carrier and had been close behind me when my late travelling companion walked by my side. Questioned, he appeared not to remember; but his wits being sharpened by the gift of a franc, he reflected and recalled not only my features but the features of the little man, whom he described with sufficient accuracy. What had become of _le pet.i.t Monsieur_ he was not certain, but fancied he had eventually driven away in a cab accompanied by two other gentlemen. He recollected this circ.u.mstance, because the face of the cabman was one that he knew; and it was now again in the station, for the _voiture_ had returned. Would he point out the _cocher_ to me? He would, and did, receiving a second franc for his pains.
The cab driver proved to be a dull and surly fellow, like many another _cocher_ of Paris, but the clink of silver and the sight of it mellowed him. I began by saying that I was in search of three friends of mine whom I was to have met when the boat train came in, but whom I had unfortunately missed. I asked him to describe the men he had driven away from the station at that time, and though he did it clumsily, betraying an irritating lack of observation when it came to details, still such information as I could draw from him sounded encouraging. He remembered perfectly well the place at which he had deposited his three pa.s.sengers, and I decided to take the risk of following them.
When I say "risk," I mean the risk that the man I was starting to chase might turn out not to be the man I wished to follow. Besides, as they had been driven to Neuilly, the distance was so great that, if I went there in a cab, and found at last that I had made a mistake, I should have wasted a great deal of valuable time on the wrong tack. If the driver had remembered the name of the street, and the number of the house at which he had paused, I would have hired a motor and flashed out to the place in a few minutes; but, despite a suggested bribe, he could say no more than that, when he had come to a certain place, one of his pa.s.sengers had called, "Turn down the next street, to the left." He had done so, and in front of a house, almost midway along that street, he had been bidden to stop. He had not bothered to look at the name of the street; but, though he was not very familiar with that neighbourhood, various landmarks would guide him to the right place, when he came to pa.s.s them again.
Having heard all he had to say, I reluctantly made up my mind that I could do no better than take the man as my conductor; and accordingly, with a horse already tired, I drove to Neuilly. There, the landmarks were not deceiving, as I was half afraid they would be; and in a quiet street of the suburb, we stopped at last before a fair-sized house with lights in many windows. Evidently it was a _pension_.
Of the man-servant who answered my ring, I enquired if three English gentlemen had lately arrived. He replied that they had, and were dining.
Would Monsieur give himself the pain of waiting a few minutes, until dinner should be over?