Brutus was speaking. "The man is a spy. He has been brought here from America by Tullis. Sooner or later you will find that I am right."
"It is best to keep close watch on him," advised one of the men. "We know that he is in communication with the police and we know that he visits the Castle, despite his declaration that he knows no one there.
To-day"s experience proves that. I submit that the strictest caution be observed where he is concerned."
"We shall continue to watch his every movement," said William Spantz.
"Time will tell. When we are positive that he is a detective and that he is dangerous, there is a way to stop his operations."
His son grinned amiably as he swept his finger across his throat. The old man nodded.
"Dangloss suspects more than one of us" ventured Brutus, his gaze travelling toward Olga. There was lewd admiration in that steady glance.
"But we"ll fool the old fox. The time will soon be here for the blow that frees Graustark from the yoke. She will be the pioneer among our estates, we the first of the individuals in equality; here the home seat of perfect rulership. There is nothing that can stop us. Have we not the most powerful of friends? Who is greater and shrewder than Count Marlanx? Who could have planned and perfected an organization so splendid? Will any one dispute this?"
He had the floor, and having the floor means everything to a Red. For half an hour he spoke with impa.s.sioned fervour, descanting furiously on the amazing virtues of his wily master and the plans he had arranged. It appeared in the course of his remarks that Marlanx had friends and supporters in all parts of Graustark. Hundreds of men in the hills, including honest shepherds and the dishonest brigands who thrived on them, coal miners and wood stealers, hunters and outlaws were ready to do his bidding when the time was ripe. Moreover, Marlanx had been successful in his design to fill the railway construction crews with the riff-raff of all Europe, all of whom were under the control of leaders who could sway them in any movement, provided it was against law and order. As a matter of fact, according to Brutus, nearly a thousand aliens were at work on the road, all of them ready to revolt the instant the command was given by their advisers.
Something that the Committee of Ten did not know was this: those alien workmen were no less than so many hired mercenaries in the employ of the Iron Count, brought together by that leader and his agents for the sole purpose of overthrowing the Crown in one sudden, unexpected attack, whereupon Count Marlanx would step in and a.s.sume control of the government. They had been collected from all parts of the world to do the bidding of this despised n.o.bleman, no matter to what lengths he might choose to lead them. Brutus, of course, knew all this: his companions on the Committee were in complete ignorance of the true motives that brought Marlanx into their operations.
With a cunning that commands admiration, the Iron Count deliberately sanctioned the a.s.sa.s.sination of the little Prince by the Reds, knowing that the condemnation of the world would fall upon them instead of upon him, and that his own actions following the regicide would at once stamp him as irrevocably opposed to anarchy and all of its practices!
In the course of his remarks, Peter Brutus touched hastily upon the subject of the little Prince.
"He"s not very big," said he, with a laugh, "and it won"t require a very big bomb to blow him to smithereens. He will--"
"Stop!" cried Olga Platanova, springing to her feet and glaring at him with dilated eyes. "I cannot listen to you! You shall not speak of it in that way! Peter Brutus, you are not to speak of--of what I am to do!
Never--never again!"
They looked at her in amazement and no little concern. Madame Drovnask was the first to speak, her glittering eyes fastened upon the drawn, white face of the girl across the table.
"Are you going to fail? Are you weakening?" she demanded.
"No! I am not going to fail! But I will not permit any one to jest about the thing I am to do. It is a sacred duty with me. But, Madame Drovnask--all of you, listen--it is a cruel, diabolical thing, just the same. Were it not in behalf of our great humanity, I, myself, should call it the blackest piece of cruelty the world has ever known. The slaughter of a little boy! A dear, innocent little boy! I can see the horror in all of your faces! You shudder as you sit there, thinking of the thing I am to do. Yes, you are secretly despising me, your instrument of death! I--I, a girl, I am to cast the bomb that blows this dear little body to pieces. I! Do you know what that means? Even though I am sure to be blown to pieces by the same agent, the last thing I shall look upon is his dear, terrified little face as he watches me hurl the bomb. Ah!"
She shuddered violently as she stood there before them, her eyes closed as if to shut out the horrible picture her mind was painting. There were other white faces and ice-cold veins about the table. The sneer on Anna Cromer"s face deepened.
"She will bungle it," came in an angry hiss from her lips.
Olga"s lids were lifted. Her dark eyes looked straight into those of the older woman.
"No," she said quietly, her body relaxing, "I shall not bungle it."
William Spantz had been watching her narrowly, even suspiciously. Now his face cleared.
"She will not fail," he announced calmly. "Let there be no apprehension.
She is the daughter of a martyr. Her blood is his. It will flow in the same cause. Sit down, Olga, my dear. We will not touch upon this subject again--until--"
"I know, uncle," she said quietly, resuming her seat and her att.i.tude of indifference.
The discussion went back to Truxton King. "Isn"t it possible that he is merely attracted by the beauty of our charming young friend here?"
ventured Madame Drovnask, after many opinions had been advanced respecting his interest in the shop and its contents. "It is a habit with Americans, I am told."
"Miss Platanova is most worthy of the notice of any man," agreed Brutus, with an amiable leer. Olga seemed to shrink within herself. It was plain that she was not a kindred spirit to these vicious natures.
"It is part of his game," said Julius Spantz. "He knows Olga"s past; he is waiting for a chance to catch her off her guard. He may even go so far as to make pretty love to you, cousin, in the hope that--no offence, my dear, no offence!" Her look had silenced him.
"Mr. King is not a spy," she said steadily.
"Well," concluded William Spantz, "we are safe if we take no chances with him. He must be watched all the time. If we discover that he is what some of us think he is, there is a way to end his usefulness."
"Let him keep away from the shop downstairs," said Peter Brutus, with a sidelong glance at the delicate profile of the girl down the table.
She smiled suddenly, to the amazement of her sinister companions.
"Have no fear, Brutus. When he hears that you object, he will be very polite and give us a wide berth," she said. Peter flushed angrily.
"He doesn"t mean any good by you," he snapped. "He"ll fool you and--poof! Away he goes, rejoicing."
She still smiled. "You have a very good opinion of me, Peter Brutus."
"Well," doggedly, "you know what men of his type think of shopgirls.
They consider them legitimate prey."
"And what, pray, do men of your type think of us?" she asked quietly.
"Enough of this," interposed William Spantz. "Now, Brutus, what does Count Marlanx say to this day two weeks? Will he be ready? On that day the Prince and the Court are to witness the unveiling of the Yetive memorial statue in the Plaza. It is a full holiday in Graustark. No man will be employed at his usual task and--"
Brutus interrupted him. "That is the very day that the Count has asked me to submit to the Committee. He believes it to be the day of all days.
Nothing should go amiss. We conquer with a single blow. By noon of that day, the 26th of July, the Committee of Ten will be in control of the State; the new regime will be at hand. A new world will be begun, with Edelweiss as the centre, about which all the rest shall revolve. We--the Committee of Ten--will be its true founders. We shall be glorified forever--"
"We"ve heard all this before, Brutus," said Julius Spantz unfeelingly, "a hundred times. It"s talk, talk, talk! What we need now is action. Are we sure that the Count will be prepared to do all that he says he will on the 26th of July? Will he have his plans perfected? Are his forces ready for the stroke?"
"Positively. They await the word. That"s all I can say," growled Peter.
"The death of the Prince is the signal for the overthrow of the present government and the establishment of the new order of equal humanity."
"After all," mused Julius, Master-at-arms in the Castle, "it is more humane to slay the Prince while he is young. It saves him from a long life of trouble and fear and the constant dread of the very thing that is to happen to him now. Yes, it is best that it should come soon." Down in his heart, Julius loved the little Prince.
For an hour longer the Committee discussed plans for the eventful day.
Certain details were left for future deliberations; each person had his part to play and each one was settled in his or her determination that nothing should go amiss.
The man they feared was Dangloss. They did not fear G.o.d!
When they dispersed for the night, it was to meet again three days hence for the final word from Marlanx, who, it seems, was not so far away that communication with him was likely to be delayed. A sword hung over the head of Truxton King, an innocent outsider, and there was a prospect that it would fall in advance of the blow that was intended to startle the world. Olga Platanova was the only one who did not look upon the sprightly American as a spy in the employ of the government--a dangerously clever spy at that.
Up in the distant hills slept the Iron Count, dreaming of the day when he should rule over the new Graustark--for he would rule!--a smile on his grizzled face in reflection of recent waking thoughts concerning the punishment that should fall swiftly upon the a.s.sa.s.sins of the beloved Prince Robin.
He would make short shrift of a.s.sa.s.sins!