"Why he lives at Szent-Torony, two hours" journey from here, where he owns an estate, and is called Karcsataji Miska. He is the notorious robber, and no other. This is why he is never to be caught red-handed.
When he is everywhere driven into a corner, he goes quietly back home, throws off the highwayman"s gear, and whoever seeks him there, finds instead of the fierce robber with lank locks and drooping moustaches, a harmless country gentleman, with his powdered hair done in a neat cue, whom twelve witnesses can swear to not having left home for weeks. No one will ever succeed in convicting him. But this once I"ve caught my gentleman nicely. Listen to how I did it. This very day when we had planned our attack upon the band of Gyongyom Miska, we observed a suspicious-looking fellow trying to get in between our railings. We arrested him, searched him, and found sewn into the sole of his sandal, this letter to Mr. Michael Karcsataji. You probably will know the handwriting."
Raby recognised the writing of his wife.
"Yes, you can read it, you will understand it better than we do."
The letter ran thus:
"Dear Miska,--Don"t have any scruples about the affair in the Styrian wood. The whole suspicion falls on someone who will not be able to prove an _alibi_.
Thine own one."
Raby"s arms fell helplessly at his side. It was as if he had suddenly been stung by a cobra.
His own wife was the traitor who had betrayed him to his enemies! A dagger-thrust in the dark does not hurt one so much as such a discovery.
Raby distrusted his senses; he would not, could not believe it; he thought he must be dreaming.
"Sit down, comrade," said the captain. "You are a bit upset, and small wonder too. The bolt didn"t strike me quite so nearly, yet I too was fairly staggered when I read the letter. Then I called up my two comrades here, and sent my challenge over to Szent-Torony, where Mr.
Michael von Karcsataji was in the courtyard, engaged in marking his newly born lambs. In such a harmless fashion is he wont to spend his leisure! My second presented him with my message: "This letter which we have intercepted proves that you have an intrigue with a lady to whom Captain Lievenkopp is also paying court. Captain Lievenkopp will not tolerate this sort of thing, and calls upon you to meet him to-morrow at nine o"clock, by the ruined church of Zsambek, to settle the matter there in proper fashion."
"The highwayman did not deny that between us there lay ground for quarrel, and he would be at the rendezvous at the time appointed. It is now eight o"clock. We can get to the ruins in half an hour, and there await my opponent. You, my friend, can remain here in my lodgings for an hour longer, and follow on after us. From nine to ten I am at Mr.
Karcsataji"s service. As soon as I have finished with him, we two will fire at each other till only one of us remains to tell the tale. But if the highwayman kill me, then you and Karcsataji will fight till one or the other is a dead man. Is that in order?"
"Perfectly," cried the seconds; "it could not be better arranged!"
Raby had nothing against this settlement. When the captain had gone he stretched himself on his host"s camp-bed, and was fast asleep in a few minutes, completely exhausted by his recent experiences.
The Zsambek ruins are a remarkable relic of the Gothic period. The nave of the church, thickly over-grown by juniper-bushes, is an admirable place for a duel, where two men, unseen by any outsider, can fire at one another to their hearts" content.
The officers tethered their steeds to a birch stem, and withdrew inside the ruins so that their presence should not be remarked by the people working in the fields.
Meantime, Raby had awakened and was making his way to the ruins. Nor did he need a guide, for they had been well known to him since his boyhood.
It was yet half an hour to the promised rendezvous, so he just wandered round through the brushwood, which surrounded the church, listening for shots. Perhaps the masonry dulled the sound, but surely he would see the smoke, yet he could neither see nor hear anything.
At last the remaining five minutes were up, and he strode into the ruins. So well had he calculated time and distance, that the hand of his watch pointed close on ten, as he pushed aside the juniper-bushes which hid the entrance to the ruins, and went in.
"Karcsataji has not yet appeared," said Lievenkopp. "Punctuality is not his strong point."
"I fancy he doesn"t mean to come."
"Surely that is not thinkable! In that case we will just go for him in his own house."
"Now, meantime, what do you propose doing?"
"Well, I think that we might get on with our own business and not wait for him. By delay he has lost his right of precedence, and must take the second place. I propose, gentlemen, therefore, that we take the second appointment first."
After a short discussion, the seconds agreed, and since the nature of the quarrel barred all idea of reconciliation, they staked out the barriers, and placed the opponents against the two opposite walls.
The weapons which the seconds handed to them, were a pair of rough old riding pistols, which were so constructed that the bullets fired into a group of ten men, would have probably perforated the cloak of one of the party, provided he had one on. The combatants shot at first at five-and-twenty paces; they were honestly bent on hitting one another, yet neither succeeded. At the second attempt they took aim at twenty paces, again without result.
"Wretched weapons, these pistols!" growled the captain, "if I haven"t brought down the vulture"s nest in that wild pear-tree."
"Perhaps mine are better," suggested Raby. "My uncle Leanyfalvy gave them to me, and they are already loaded."
So the seconds accepted Raby"s weapons. One of them remarked, however, that the pistols were loaded to the muzzle, so that both of them, in this case, would do well to stand behind a pillar, seeing if one exploded, they would all be dead men, combatants and seconds alike.
"It"s quite safe," said Raby, "the powder is good, and the charge is not too strong; there are only three bullets in each charge."
"Now then, fire! One, two, three."
At "three" Raby"s pistols cracked.
Pistols loaded with three bullets have very often this peculiarity of not hitting the man they are fired at.
After the two first terrible detonations everyone looked round extremely amazed that he and the rest were still alive.
"Re-load your pistols," cried one of the seconds, and they did so. But when they were ready, an idea struck the other second.
"Gentlemen, you have fired three times, and such being the case, honour is entirely satisfied. It is my duty to suggest a reconciliation."
The two antagonists looked at each other.
Was it worth while to fight to the death over this matter? So without more ado, they shook each other by the hand, and were friends.
Now it would be Gyongyom Miska"s turn, and he would have to reckon with two adversaries instead of one.
So they waited on; yet he came not. What could be the reasons of his delay? Had a wheel come off? Could he not find the ruins?
But these were a landmark, and even if he had gone astray, he must have heard the shots.
"He surely cannot be a coward," muttered Raby between his teeth, for his national pride was piqued by sundry contemptuous remarks the Austrian officers began to let fall.
At last they heard the trotting of horses" hoofs. He was coming then!
The men rose from the sward whereon they had been lying, and listened expectantly.
The trotting stopped at the ruined wall, and it was obvious that it belonged to one horse only.
Was it possible he would come alone, without seconds, thinking to find them here in the village?
After awhile there was the sound as of several horses" hoofs, but these seemed as if they were going away, rather than nearing the ruins.
"Friends," shouted Lievenkopp, "someone is stealing our horses!"
And all four dashed out of the ruins.