"Certainly! She is a Viennese lady," Countess H---- whispered; "Countess W----."
"Oh! Indeed you are quite mistaken; it is a Count Savelli and his wife.
They are a handsome couple, don"t you think so?"
When the boat came nearer, she saw that in spite of that, it was little Countess W---- and that the handsome man was her former riding-master, whom she had married, and for whom she had bought a t.i.tle from the Pope; and as the two boats pa.s.sed each other, the short sable cloak, which was thrown carelessly over his shoulders, exhaled, like the old cat"s skin jacket of that impudent female circus rider, a strong _stable perfume_.
THE ILL-OMENED GROOM
An impudent theft, to a very large amount, had been committed in the Capital. Jewels, a valuable watch set with diamonds, his wife"s miniature in a frame enchased with brilliants, and a considerable sum in money, the whole amounting in value to a hundred and fifteen thousand florins, had been stolen. The banker himself went to the Director of Police[4] to give notice of the robberies, but at the same time he begged as a special favor that the investigation might be carried on as quietly and considerately as possible, as he declared that he had not the slightest ground for suspecting anybody in particular, and did not wish any innocent person to be accused.
[Footnote 4: Head of the Criminal Investigation Department.--TRANSLATOR.]
"First of all, give me the names of all the persons who regularly go into your bedroom," the police director said.
"n.o.body, except my wife, my children, and Joseph, my valet, a man for whom I would answer as I would for myself."
"Then you think him absolutely incapable of committing such a deed?"
"Most decidedly I do," the banker replied.
"Very well; then can you remember whether on the day on which you first missed the articles that have been stolen, or on any days immediately preceding it, anybody who was not a member of your household, happened by chance to go to your bedroom?"
The banker thought for a moment, and then said with some hesitation:
"n.o.body, absolutely n.o.body."
The experienced official, however, was struck by the banker"s slight embarra.s.sment and momentary blush, so he took his hand, and looking him straight in the face, he said:
"You are not quite candid with me; somebody was with you, and you wish to conceal the fact from me. You must tell me everything."
"No, no; indeed there was n.o.body here." "Then at present, there is only one person on whom any suspicion can rest--and that is your valet."
"I will vouch for his honesty," the banker replied immediately.
"You may be mistaken, and I shall be obliged to question the man."
"May I beg you to do it with every possible consideration?"
"You may rely upon me for that."
An hour later, the banker"s valet was in the police director"s private room, who first of all looked at his man very closely, and then came to the conclusion that such an honest, unembarra.s.sed face, and such quiet, steady eyes could not possibly belong to a criminal.
"Do you know why I have sent for you?"
"No, your Honor."
"A large theft has been committed in your master"s house," the police director continued, "from his bedroom. Do you suspect anybody? Who has been into the room, within the last few days?"
"n.o.body but myself, except my master"s family."
"Do you not see, my good fellow, that by saying that, you throw suspicion on yourself?"
"Surely, sir," the valet exclaimed, "you do not believe..."
"I must not believe anything; my duty is merely to investigate and to follow up any traces that I may discover," was the reply. "If you have been the only person to go into the room within the last few days, I must hold you responsible."
"My master knows me..."
The police director shrugged his shoulders: "Your master has vouched for your honesty, but that is not enough for me. You are the only person on whom, at present, any suspicion rests, and therefore I must--sorry as I am to do so--have you arrested."
"If that is so," the man said, after some hesitation, "I prefer to speak the truth, for my good name is more to me than my situation. Somebody was in my master"s apartments yesterday."
"And this somebody was...?"
"A lady."
"A lady of his acquaintance?"
The valet did not reply for some time.
"It must come out," he said at length. "My master keeps a woman--you understand, sir, a pretty, fair woman; and he has furnished a house for her and goes to see her, but secretly of course, for if my mistress were to find it out, there would be a terrible scene. This person was with him yesterday."
"Were they alone?"
"I showed her in, and she was in his bedroom with him; but I had to call him out after a short time, as his confidential clerk wanted to speak to him, and so she was in the room alone for about a quarter of an hour."
"What is her name?"
"Caecelia K----; she is a Hungarian." At the same time the valet gave him her address.
Then the director of police sent for the banker, who, on being brought face to face with his valet, was obliged to acknowledge the truth of the facts which the latter had alleged, painful as it was for him to do so; whereupon orders were given to take Caecelia K---- into custody.
In less than half an hour, however, the police officer who had been dispatched for that purpose, returned and said that she had left her apartments, and most likely the Capital also, the previous evening. The unfortunate banker was almost in despair. Not only had he been robbed of a hundred and fifty thousand florins, but at the same time he had lost the beautiful woman, whom he loved with all the pa.s.sion of which he was capable. He could not grasp the idea that a woman whom he had surrounded with Asiatic luxury, whose strangest whims he had gratified, and whose tyranny he had borne so patiently, could have deceived him so shamefully, and now he had a quarrel with his wife, and an end of all domestic peace, into the bargain.
The only thing the police could do was to raise the hue and cry after the lady, who had denounced herself by her flight, but it was all of no use. In vain did the banker, in whose heart hatred and thirst for revenge had taken the place of love, implore the Director of Police to employ every means to bring the beautiful criminal to justice, and in vain did he undertake to be responsible for all the costs of her prosecution, no matter how heavy they might be. Special police officers were told off to try and discover her, but Caecelia K---- was so rude as not to allow herself to be caught.
Three years had pa.s.sed, and the unpleasant story appeared to have been forgotten. The banker had obtained his wife"s pardon and--what he cared about a good deal more--he had found another charming mistress, and the police did not appear to trouble themselves about the beautiful Hungarian any more.
We must now change the scene to London. A wealthy lady who created much sensation in society, and who made many conquests both by her beauty and her free behavior, was in want of a groom. Among the many applicants for the situation, there was a young man, whose good looks and manners gave people the impression that he must have been very well educated. This was a recommendation in the eyes of the lady"s maid, and she took him immediately to her mistress"s boudoir. When he entered, he saw a beautiful, voluptuous looking woman, at most, twenty-five years of age, with large, bright eyes and blue-black hair, which seemed to increase the brilliancy of her fair complexion, lying on a sofa. She looked at the young man, who also had thick black hair, and who turned his glowing black eyes to the ground, beneath her searching gaze, with evident satisfaction, and she seemed particularly taken with his slender, athletic build, and then she said half lazily and half proudly:
"What is your name?"
"Lajos Maria.s.si."
"A Hungarian?"