"It should be done from the inside," Trent mused.
"One of them was," the earl told him, "the man who tried was skillful, adroit and courageous. He had flirted with death a hundred times, just as you have done Mr. Trent, but they set a trap for him there which a fool would have pa.s.sed by; a trap so skillfully baited that only a clever man would have tried to use it to further his cause. Yet he failed. You have no idea of the household at that fantastic castle in the mountains. You have no idea of the imperious temper and power of the man who owns it, the mult.i.tude of servitors who would kill did he but suggest it, the motley company he entertains there."
This mention of many visitors interested Trent.
"He entertains a great deal then?"
"Only those he knows, men and women. The life there as reported to me reads like a chronicle of medieval days."
"The other man who failed--what did he go as?"
"A steeple chase jockey. The count kept a great stud and raced all over Continental Europe. He owned Daliborka the great horse which won the _Grand Prix_."
"The horse that was stolen?"
"Exactly. Daliborka and three other thoroughbreds were missing from the stables. The man who pretended to be a jockey and was instead a man of lineage and wealth secreted the horses at intervals along the forest road that runs from the castle to the coast. It was his idea when he had obtained the draft to make his way by relays to the nearest harbour.
The poor fellows never had the opportunity to throw a leg across any of them. You see, Mr. Trent, there is no chance at all."
"I will make one," the American said confidently, "I am going to enjoy this."
"After what I have said you still persist?"
"Because of it," laughed Anthony Trent. He had forgotten everything but the prospect of coming danger, the duel that was to be fought between him and this fabulous magnate. It was characteristic of Trent that he swept aside all other possible inmates of the lonely castle as beneath his notice. His business was with the superior.
"How do you know he is still in London?" Trent demanded.
"I keep myself informed," the earl said. "A newspaper clipping concern sends me every notice of him."
"I want them," the younger man observed, "I want everything that will help me."
He read through the brief notices eagerly and wished English papers discussed personalities with the detail American periodicals employed.
The only item that interested him deeply was a notice that Count Michael Temesvar had visited the automobile show at the Crystal Palace and seemed interested in the new twelve cylinder Lion car.
"Rather humorous in its way," the earl said smiling, "since I own a great deal of stock in that company. That"s why I have that inordinately high powered car in the garage which you and Arthur seem to like."
"Humorous!" Trent repeated, "I don"t know that it isn"t more humorous than you know. Do you think he has any idea you are interested in the company?"
"Few know it," the earl said, "and I don"t see why he should when even my friends are ignorant."
"How much of it do you own?" Trent asked eagerly.
"More probably than any one stockholder."
"And a letter from you to the manager would make me solid." He explained the slang, "I mean if you wrote a letter to the manager asking that I be given certain powers would he honor it?"
"Most certainly," the earl answered. "There can be no doubt about it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
_COUNT MICHaeL TEMESVAR_
Count Michael Temesvar, when he left behind him the great estate where he ruled as absolute and tyrannical master and came to the fashionable, pleasure-loving London, was a different man.
In London he paid due regard to the conventions and was entertained at great houses and in return offered very splendid receptions to his hosts. Meanwhile he kept a skilled finger on the hardening arteries of new international affairs.
He knew very well that he was suspected of intriguing for monarchial restoration and the confusion of the country where he was so pleasantly entertained, by such men as the Earl of Rosecarrel. But for the main part England still clung to her habit of disbelieving that a man who could be so charming in society would commit the _betise_ of plotting where he had played.
He was particularly interested in the Spring Automobile Show at the Crystal Palace. He had heard a great deal of late of the Lion motor and he wanted one. On his first visit to the show he told the manager that the silver model there exhibited was the one that he would buy. He was annoyed that the firm"s representative would not allow it to be taken away until the show finished.
On his second visit he was irritated to find that the manager raised objections about selling it at all.
"You see, sir," said the manager, "a car like this demands careful driving and constant attention. Our ordinary model would suit you better."
"I want this because it is said to be the fastest car in the world,"
Count Michael returned. "To me the price is nothing."
"It isn"t that at all, sir," the manager said. "In confidence it wouldn"t do us any good if your own mechanics got it in such a condition it couldn"t do its best work. Bad advertis.e.m.e.nt you understand."
"You think I should have a special chauffeur then? Good. Send me one.
Send three if necessary but send me a man who has the nerve to drive along my mountain roads by day or night at any speed I choose."
"That"s a tall order, sir," the manager returned.
"But I pay. I always pay better than others because I want better work."
Count Michael Temesvar beheld a blue-clad mechanic working under a car.
He struck him a sharp blow on the leg with his cane. A grimy-faced man emerged rubbing the bruised limb.
"You," said the count peremptorily, "can you drive a car like this Lion?"
The man grinned. The idea seemed to tickle him. He spoke with the c.o.c.kney accent of his kind.
"Me drive a Lion?" he said. "Ask Mr. King "ere what I can do."
"I couldn"t let him go," said Mr. King quickly. "He is my best demonstrator and a wonder at tuning up an engine."
Count Michael ignored the protesting manager.
"What is your wage?"
"I get five pound a week."
"I give you ten. You are my man. You leave for my place in Croatia when the show is over. My secretary will see you are looked after. Serve me well and you will never regret it. I am generous, when I am pleased." He turned to his companion. "See that all arrangements are made. If he has a wife and children bring them if he desires it. If he will be happier without them let them remain here. I must have him. He has intelligence and industry. Look you, he has gone back to his work. He loves his engine as a good groom does his horse."