"Semi-final won by a clear length--eh?" cried Dale in great glee. "Seems a regular walk-over. If we want any real excitement we shall have to go and throw stones at the German guard."
"We haven"t done yet," replied Max more soberly, though his voice was confident enough. "Here, I"m not going to examine all these papers and doc.u.ments now. I"m going to cram the whole lot into the bag and be off.
We can see what our capture is when we get back to our room."
"Right you are. By George, though, what"s that?"
Both stood stock-still and listened. The sound of voices and the tramp of feet upon the stairs was plainly audible.
Max darted an angry look at Dale. In the excitement of the opening of the safe the latter had forgotten that he was on guard at the window, and no doubt this was the result. "You see, Dale?" he cried sharply.
"I"m sorry, old man," replied Dale miserably.
"No matter. Cram these things into the bag while I lock the safe. Mind, not a sound!"
The safe locked, Max sprang noiselessly to the door, replaced the cut-out panels and secured them in position, against anything but a blow or strong pressure, by two or three sharp nails pressed in with his fingers. Flight was out of the question, but it might be possible to make good their escape later on if they could only hide themselves successfully for a little while. For a hiding-place Max had no need to look. He had played at hide-and-seek in that very room with his sister years ago, too often to forget that the best shelter was inside the well of his father"s--now the manager"s--desk.
The panels replaced, Max knelt down and gently blew away the tell-tale sawdust. Then he turned and eagerly scanned the room. Dale had already packed the bag, and was looking vainly round for a hiding-place.
"Under here--quick!" cried Max, indicating the desk, and in Dale scrambled, dragging the precious bag after him. There was only one thing left which needed to be disposed of, and that was the lantern. Max knew that if he blew it out and hid it under the desk the smell would inevitably betray them. Therefore he took it to the fire-place, blew it out close under the chimney, and instantly thrust it as far up as his arm would reach and lodged it there.
The noise of voices and the tramp of feet had, during the few moments that these preparations had taken, been growing stronger, and the lantern had scarcely been disposed of before the approaching persons halted at the door. The rattle of keys, as someone--no doubt the manager--drew a bunch from his pocket, could now be distinguished, and as Max crawled in under the desk, and packed himself in on top of Dale, the key turned in the lock.
Several men entered, talking together in the German tongue. One voice only Max and Dale recognized, and that, as they expected, belonged to the manager, Otto Schenk.
"... take severe measures against any workman adopting a hostile att.i.tude. Would this meet with approval in Highest quarters?"
"Certainly. You may rest a.s.sured, Herr von Schenkendorf, that the Government of His Imperial Majesty has no intention of showing aught but the utmost sternness and rigour towards the whole Belgian population, whether workmen, property owners, or their families."
"Thank you, General."
"Serious consequences have ensued from the unexpected delay caused to our armies by the resistance of the Belgian army, and it is the Belgians who shall be made to pay for it. And to make them pay for it in a literal sense is, as you know, the reason of my presence here now."
"True, General," replied the manager as he switched on the light; "but if I am to develop these works to the utmost, and to support our armies with ample supplies of guns and sh.e.l.ls, I must be able to pay my workmen."
"The gold and securities handed over will be replaced by notes of our Imperial Reichsbank or by Belgian paper money, which I have good reason to believe we shall shortly commence to manufacture. You will thus be as well off as before, and the Government will have securities which it can sell in neutral countries."
"Oh, I am not objecting, General! The plan is excellent, and should yield much profit to our country. As for these Belgians, they have brought it on themselves by their foolish obstinacy. Ha, ha! A large part of the securities I am about to hand to you, General, were, by the explicit instructions of the widow of Monsieur Durend, to have been sent into Holland for her use. I thought I could find a better use for them than that, however, and they will doubtless be made to render important service to the Imperial Government. Only two days ago, too, that young English cub, Monsieur Durend"s son, attacked me in this room and demanded money for his mother"s use. I told him to go and work for her, and sent him about his business."
There was a rumble of laughter, and the desk creaked as one of the officers--there seemed two men beside M. Schenk--sat down on the side of it.
"And what sum will it be, Herr von Schenkendorf? It must be a large one.
My Government will expect much from so large and prosperous a business."
"I can give you 1,500,000 marks in money and securities," replied the manager as he drew his keys from his pocket and approached the safe. "If you wish I will hand the sum to your aide-de-camp now."
"I do wish it, Herr von Schenkendorf," replied the officer decisively.
Max and Dale held their breaths in suspense as they heard the key turn in the lock and the door of the safe swing heavily open. There was a sharp exclamation, followed by a dull sound as though the manager had flung himself down on his hands and knees, the better to peer into the inside.
"Mein Gott!" he cried in a strangled voice. "Gone--all gone!"
"No tricks, sir!" cried the general in a rasping voice, getting up suddenly from the desk on which he had been sitting. "I will not be trifled with."
The manager made no reply, but Max could hear him breathing heavily and fancied he caught a groan.
"What is the matter, von Schenkendorf? Have you been robbed?" demanded the officer.
"Yes, General," replied the manager after a pause in which he vainly endeavoured to find his voice. "Mein Gott--yes--robbed! How--I know not.
Last evening I left all----"
"Bah! You _are_ trifling with me!" cried the officer in a stern voice.
"This is altogether too opportune to be the result of accident. I come to you demanding a contribution to His Imperial Majesty"s exchequer and you tell me you have just been robbed. I begin to have grave doubts of your faithfulness to our cause."
"General," cried Schenk in a voice which positively trembled with vexation, "General, I a.s.sure you that it is a pure coincidence. Never before has the firm been robbed, and how or why it should happen now I do not know. But it shall be fully investigated and I will leave no stone unturned to recover possession of the valuables--be a.s.sured of that."
"So! Well, well, you have had a good reputation with our Government in the past and I will let matters rest for the moment," replied the officer in a voice which contained more than a suspicion of a threat.
"By the way," he went on suddenly, his voice again taking on a rasping tone, "I am no doubt right in a.s.suming that those siege-gun plans which I handed to you yesterday are in safe custody?"
"I will look after them, General, have no fear," responded Schenk in a voice which made Max, who knew its usually firm tones so well, grasp the bag on which he leaned with a sudden new affection. "I fully realize their vast importance to our common cause."
Apparently the officer also noticed something amiss. "Show me the plans," he replied curtly.
There was a few moments" suspense. Max could hardly suppress his impulse to laugh aloud, for, although he could not see, he could picture without the least difficulty the manager"s utter misery and discomfiture.
"I have them not. They were with the valuables locked in the safe,"
replied Schenk in a stammering voice. "But, General, they shall be recovered. I have agents everywhere, and no efforts shall be spared to recover them."
The officer strode the length of the room and back. Then he sat heavily down again on the side of the manager"s desk, cleared his throat, and responded slowly and impressively:
"This matter, Von Schenkendorf, is now beyond my powers. I must report the matter to my Government. Till then you must not move from Liege without my permission."
The manager made no reply.
"This room," the officer went on, "must be kept locked until it has been thoroughly investigated by officers whom _I_ shall send. But you may make such enquiries through your own agents as you think fit. If you succeed, it will, of course, influence matters considerably to your advantage."
"General," replied the manager humbly, "General, I will do so. But let me beg you not to let this one mischance, which might have happened to anyone, wipe out the recollection of my many great services to the State."
"All shall be considered," replied the officer coldly as he strode towards the door. It was obsequiously opened for him, and the three men pa.s.sed out, the manager locking the door behind them.
"Give me the key," demanded the officer. It was handed over, and the party moved with heavy tread along the pa.s.sage and down the stairs.
CHAPTER X
Getting Ready for Bigger Things