"Are you quite done?"
"I am not. On MY honor--" He broke off as Carroll smiled. "Smile if you like, but believe what I"m telling you. Unless you agree to keep your hands and tongue off Von Plaanden I"ll lay an information which will land you in the cuartel within an hour."
The smile froze on the Southerner"s lips.
"Could he do that?" he asked Raimonda.
"I"m afraid he could. And, really, Mr. Carroll, he"s correct in principle. In the present state of political feeling, an a.s.sault by an American upon the representative of Hochwald might seriously endanger all of your party."
"That"s right," Cluff supported him. "I"m with you in wanting to break that gold-frilled geezer"s face up into small sections, but it just won"t do."
With an effort, Carroll recovered his self-control.
"Mr. Raimonda," he said courteously, "I give YOU my word that there will be no trouble between Herr Von Plaanden and myself, of my seeking, until Mr. and Miss Brewster are safely out of the country."
"That"s enough," said Cluff heartily. "The rest of us can take care of ourselves."
"Meantime," said Raimonda, "I think the whole matter can be arranged.
Von Plaanden shall apologize to Miss Brewster to-morrow. It is not his first outbreak, and always he regrets. My uncle, who is of the Foreign Office, will see to it."
"Then that"s settled," remarked Perkins cheerfully.
Carroll turned upon him savagely:--
"To your entire satisfaction, no doubt, now that you"ve shown yourself an informer as well as--"
"Easy with the rough stuff, Mr. Carroll," advised Cluff, his good-natured face clouding. "We"re all a little het up. Let"s have a drink, and cool down."
"With you, with pleasure. I shall hope to meet you later, Mr. Perkins,"
he added significantly.
"Well, I hope not," retorted the other. "My voice is still for peace.
Meantime, please a.s.sure Miss Brewster for me--"
"I warned you to keep that lady"s name from your lips."
"You did. But I don"t know by what authority. You"re not her father, I suppose. Are you her brother, by any chance?"
As he spoke, Perkins experienced that curious feeling that some invisible person was trying to catch his eye. Now, as he turned directly upon Carroll, his glance, pa.s.sing over his shoulder, followed a broad ray of light spreading from a second-story leaf-framed balcony of the hotel. There was a stir amid the greenery. The face of the Voice appeared, framed in flowers. Its features lighted up with mirth, and the lips formed the unmistakable monosyllable: "Boo!"
The identification was complete--"Boo to a goose."
"Preston Fairfax Fitzhugh Carroll!" Unwittingly he spoke the name aloud, and, unfortunately, laughed.
To a less sensitive temperament, even, than Carroll"s, the provocation would have been extreme. Perkins was recalled to a more serious view of the situation by the choking accents of that gentleman.
"Take off your gla.s.ses!"
"What for?"
"Because I"m going to thrash you within an inch of your life!"
"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" cried the young Caracunan. "This is no place for such an affair."
Apparently Perkins held the same belief. Stepping aside, he abruptly sat down on the end of the bench, facing the fountain and not four feet from it. His head drooped a little forward; his hands dropped between his knees; one foot--but Cluff, the athlete, was the only one to note this--edged backward and turned to secure a firm hold on the pavement.
Carroll stepped over in front of him and stood nonplused. He half drew his hand back, then let it fall.
"I can"t hit a man sitting down," he muttered distressfully.
Perkins"s set face relaxed.
"Running true to tradition," he observed, pleasantly enough. "I didn"t think you would. See here, Mr. Carroll, I"m sorry that I laughed at your name. In fact, I didn"t really laugh at your name at all. It was at something quite different which came into my mind at that moment."
"Your apology is accepted so far," returned the other stiffly. "But that doesn"t settle the other account between us, when we meet again. Or do you choose to threaten me with jail for that, also?"
"No. It"s easier to keep out of your way."
"Good Lord!" cried the Southerner in disgust. "Are you afraid of everything?"
"Why, no!" Perkins rose, smiling at him with perfect equanimity. "As a matter of fact, if you"re interested to know, I wasn"t particularly afraid of Von Plaanden, and, if I may say so without offense, I"m not particularly afraid of you."
Carroll studied him intently.
"By Jove, I believe you aren"t! I give it up!" he cried desperately.
"You"re crazy, I reckon--or else I am." And he took himself off without the formality of a farewell to the others.
Raimonda, with a courteous bow to his companions, followed him.
Wearily the goggled one sank back in his seat. Cluff moved across, planting himself exactly where Carroll had stood.
"Perkins!"
"Eh?" responded the sitter absently.
"What would you do if I should bat you one in the eye?"
"Eh, what?"
"What would you do to me?"
"You, too?" cried the bewildered Perkins. "Why on earth--"
"You"d dive into my knees, wouldn"t you, and tip me over backward?"
"Oh, that!" A slow grin overspread the s.p.a.ce beneath the gla.s.ses. "That was the idea."
"I know the trick. It"s a good one--except for the guy that gets it."
"It wouldn"t have hurt him. He"d have landed in the fountain."