De Leval had gone to Gibson, and together they went in search of the Marquis, whom they found at Baron Lambert"s, where he had been dining; he and Baron Lambert and M. Francqui were over their coffee. The three, the Marquis, Gibson and de Leval, then went to the Rue Lambermont. The little Ministry was closed and dark; no one was there. They rang, and rang again, and finally the _concierge_ appeared--no one was there, he said. They insisted. The _concierge_ at last found a German functionary who came down, stood staring stupidly; every one was gone; _son Excellence_ was at the theater. At what theater? He did not know. They urged him to go and find out. He disappeared inside, went up and down stairs two or three times, finally came out and said that he was at Le Bois Sacre. They explained that the presence of the Baron was urgent and asked the man to go for him; they turned over the motor to him and he mounted on the box beside Eugene. They reached the little variety theater there in the Rue d"Arenberg. The German functionary went in and found the Baron, who said he could not come before the piece was over.
[Sidenote: The sad wait for der Lancken.]
All this while Villalobar, Gibson and de Leval were in the salon at the Ministry, the room of which I have spoken so often as the yellow salon, because of the satin upholstery of its Louis XVI. furniture of white lacquer--that bright, almost laughing little salon, all done in the gayest, lightest tones, where so many little dramas were played. All three of them were deeply moved and very anxious--the eternal contrast, as de Leval said, between things and sentiments. Lancken entered at last, very much surprised to find them; he was accompanied by Count Harrach and by the young Baron von Falkenhausen.
"What is it, gentlemen?" he said. "Has something serious happened?"
They told him why they were there, and Lancken, raising his hands, said:
"_Impossible!_"
[Sidenote: Der Lancken believes the rumor false.]
He had vaguely heard that afternoon of a condemnation for spying, but he did not know that it had anything to do with the case of Miss Cavell, and in any event it was impossible that they would put a woman to death that night.
"Who has given you this information? Because, to come and disturb me at such an hour you must have actual information," he said.
De Leval replied: "Without doubt I consider it so, but I must refuse to tell you from whom I received the information. Besides, what difference does it make? If the information is true, our presence at this hour is justified; if it is not true, I am ready to take the consequences of my mistake."
The Baron grew irritated.
"What," he said, "is it on the hint of mere rumor that you come and disturb me at such an hour, me and these gentlemen? No, no, gentlemen, this news can not be true. Orders are never executed with such precipitation, especially when a woman is concerned. Come and see me to-morrow. Besides, how do you think that at this hour I can obtain any information? The Governor-General must certainly be sleeping."
Gibson, or one of them, suggested to him that a very simple way of finding out would be to telephone to the prison.
"Quite right," said he. "I had not thought of that."
He went out, was gone a few minutes and came back embarra.s.sed, so they said, even a little bit ashamed, for he said:
[Sidenote: The sad news confirmed.]
"You are right, gentlemen; I have heard by telephone that Miss Cavell has been condemned and that she will be shot to-night."
Then de Leval drew out the letter that I had written to the Baron and gave it to him, and he read it in an undertone--with a little sardonic smile, de Leval said--and when he had finished he handed it back to de Leval and said:
[Sidenote: The plea for mercy.]
"But it is necessary to have a plea for mercy at the same time."
"Here it is," said de Leval, and gave him the doc.u.ment. Then they all sat down.
[Sidenote: Von der Lancken"s att.i.tude.]
[Sidenote: Miss Cavell not a spy.]
I could see the scene as it was described to me by Villalobar, by Gibson, by de Leval, in that pretty little Louis XVI. salon that I knew so well--Lancken giving way to an outburst of feeling against "that spy," as he called Miss Cavell, and Gibson and de Leval by turns pleading with him, the Marquis sitting by. It was not a question of spying as they pointed out; it was a question of the life of a woman, a life that had been devoted to charity, to helping others. She had nursed wounded soldiers, she had even nursed German wounded at the beginning of the war, and now she was accused of but one thing: having helped English soldiers make their way toward Holland. She may have been imprudent, she may have acted against the laws of the occupying power, but she was not a spy, she was not even accused of being a spy, she had not been convicted of spying, and she did not merit the death of a spy. They sat there pleading, Gibson and de Leval, bringing forth all the arguments that would occur to men of sense and sensibility. Gibson called Lancken"s attention to their failure to inform the Legation of the sentence, of their failure to keep the word that Conrad had given. He argued that the offense charged against Miss Cavell had long since been accomplished, that as she had been for some weeks in prison a slight delay in carrying out the sentence could not endanger the German cause; he even pointed out the effect such a deed as the summary execution of the death sentence against a woman would have upon public opinion, not only in Belgium, but in America, and elsewhere; he even spoke of the possibility of reprisals.
[Sidenote: The military authority supreme.]
But it was all in vain. Baron von der Lancken explained to them that the Military Governor, that is, General von Saubersweig, was the supreme authority in matters of this sort, that an appeal from his decision lay only to the Emperor, that the Governor-General himself had no authority to intervene in such cases, and that under the provisions of German martial law it lay within the discretion of the Military Governor whether he would accept or refuse an appeal for clemency. And then Villalobar suddenly cried out:
"Oh, come now! It"s a woman; you can"t shoot a woman like that!"
The Baron paused, was evidently moved.
"Gentlemen," he said, "it is past eleven o"clock; what can be done?"
[Sidenote: Lancken goes to von Saubersweig.]
It was only von Saubersweig who could act, he had said, and they urged the Baron to go to see von Saubersweig. Finally he consented. While he was gone Villalobar, Gibson and de Leval repeated to Harrach and von Falkenhausen all the arguments that might move them. Von Falkenhausen was young, he had been to Cambridge in England, and he was touched, though of course he was powerless. And de Leval says that when he gave signs of showing pity, Harrach cast a glance at him, so that he said nothing more, and then Harrach said:
"The life of one German soldier seems to us much more important than that of all these old English nurses."
[Sidenote: Lancken"s return.]
At last Lancken returned and, standing there, announced:
"I am exceedingly sorry, but the Governor tells me that only after due reflection was the execution decided upon, and that he will not change his decision. Under his prerogative he even refuses to receive the plea for mercy. Therefore, no one, not even the Emperor, can do anything for you."
[Sidenote: The plea for mercy handed back.]
With this he handed my letter and the _requete en grace_ back to Gibson.
There was a moment of silence in the yellow salon. Then Villalobar sprang up and seizing Lancken by the shoulder said to him in an energetic tone:
"Baron, I wish to speak to you."
"It is useless," began Lancken.
[Sidenote: The Marquis Villalobar pleads.]
But the old Spanish pride had been mounting in the Marquis, and he literally dragged the tall von der Lancken into a little room near by, and then voices were heard in sharp discussion, and even through the part.i.tion the voice of Villalobar:
"It is idiotic, this thing you are going to do; you will have another Louvain."
A few moments later they came back, Villalobar in silent rage, Lancken very red. And, as de Leval said, without another word, dumb, in consternation, filled with an immense despair, they came away.
[Sidenote: The messengers withdraw.]
I heard the report, and they withdrew. A little while and I heard the street door open. The women who had waited all that night went out into the rain.
The rain had ceased and the air was soft and warm the next morning; the sunlight shone through an autumn haze. But over the city the horror of the dreadful deed hung like a pall.
[Sidenote: Other prisoners condemned.]
Twenty-six others were condemned with Miss Cavell, four of whom were sentenced to death: Philippe Baucq, an architect of Brussels; Louise Thuiliez, a school-teacher at Lille; Louis Severin, a pharmacist of Brussels; and the Countess Jeanne de Belleville of Montignies-sur-Roc.
[Sidenote: Severe sentences.]