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Chapter 5. "Von Behrling Has The Packet" |
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_ CHAPTER V. "VON BEHRLING HAS THE PACKET" Bellamy stole along the half-lit corridors of the train until he came to the coupe which had been reserved for Mademoiselle Idiale. Assured that he was not watched, he softly turned the handle of the door and entered. Louise was sitting up in her dressing-gown, drinking her coffee. He held up his finger and she greeted him only with a nod. "Forgive me, Louise," he whispered, "I dared not knock, and I was obliged to see you at once." She smiled. "It is of no consequence," she said. "One is always prepared here. The porter, the ticket-man, and at the customs--they all enter. Is anything wrong?" "It has happened," he answered. She shivered a little and her face became grave. "Poor fellow!" she murmured. "He simply sat still and asked for it," Bellamy declared, still speaking in a cautious undertone. "He would not be warned. I could have saved him, if any one could, but he would not hear reason." "He was what you call pig-headed," she remarked. "He has paid the penalty," Bellamy continued. "Now listen to me, Louise. I got into that small coupe next to Von Behrling's, and I feel sure, from what I overheard, that they will go on to London, all three of them." "Who is there on the train?" she demanded. "Baron Streuss, who is head of the Secret Police, Von Behrling and Adolf Kahn," Bellamy answered. "Then there are four or five Secret Service men of the rank and file, but they are all traveling separately. Von Behrling has the packet. The others form a sort of cordon around him." "But why," she asked, "does he go on to London? Why not return to Vienna?" "For one thing," Bellamy replied, with a grim smile, "they are afraid of me. Then you must remember that this affair of Dorward will be talked about. They do not want to seem in any way implicated. To return from any one of these stations down the line would create suspicion." She nodded. "Well?" "I am going to leave the train at the next stop," he continued. "I find that I shall just catch the Northern Express to Berlin. From there I shall come on to London as quickly as I can. You know the address of my rooms?" She nodded. "15, Fitzroy Street." "When I get there, let me have a line waiting to tell me where I can see you. While I am on the train you will find Von Behrling almost inaccessible. Directly I have gone it will be different. Play with him carefully. He should not be difficult. To tell you the truth, I am rather surprised that he has been trusted upon a mission like this. He was in disgrace with the Chancellor a short while ago, and I know that he was hurt at not being allowed to attend the conference. The others will watch him closely, but they cannot overhear everything that passes between you two. Von Behrling is a poor man. You will know how to make him wish he were rich." Very slowly her eyebrows rose up. She looked at him doubtfully. "It is a slender chance, David," she remarked. "Von Behrling is a little wild, I know, and he pretends to be very much in love with me, but I do not think that he would sell his country. Then, too, see how he will be watched. I do not suppose that they will leave us alone for a moment." Bellamy took her hands in his, gripping them with almost unnatural force. "Louise," he declared earnestly, "you don't quite realize Von Behrling's special weakness and your extraordinary strength. You know that you are beautiful, I suppose, but you do not quite know what that means. I have heard men talk about you till one would think that they were children. You have something of that art or guile--call it what you will--which passes from you through a man's blood to his brain, and carries him indeed to Heaven--but carries him there mad. Louise, don't be angry with me for what I say. Remember that I know my sex. I know you, too, and I trust you, but you can turn Von Behrling from a sane, honorable man into what you will, without suffering even his lips to touch your fingers. Von Behrling has that packet in his possession. When I come to see you in London, I will bring you twenty thousand pounds in Bank of England notes. With that Von Behrling might fancy himself on his way to America--with you." She closed her eyes for a moment. Perhaps she wished to keep hidden from him the thoughts which chased one another through her brain. He wished to make use of her--of her, the woman whom he loved. Then she remembered that it was for her country and his, and the anger passed. "But I am afraid," she said softly, "that the moment they reach London this document will be taken to the Austrian Embassy." "Before then," Bellamy declared, "Von Behrling must not know whether he is in heaven or upon earth. It will not be opened in London. He can make up another packet to resemble precisely the one of which he robbed Dorward. Oh! it is a difficult game, I know, but it is worth playing. Remember, Louise, that we are not petty conspirators. It is your country's very existence that is threatened. It is for her sake as well as for England." "I shall do my best," she murmured, looking into his face. "Oh, you may be sure that I shall do my best!" Bellamy raised her fingers to his lips and stole away. The electric lamps had been turned out, but the morning was cloudy and the light dim. Back in his own berth, he put his things together, ready to leave at Munich. Then he rang for the porter. "I am getting out at the next stop," he announced. "Very good, Monsieur," the man answered. Bellamy looked at him closely. "You are a Frenchman?" "It is so, Monsieur!" "I may be wrong," Bellamy continued slowly, "but I believe that if I asked you a question and it concerned some Germans and Austrians you would tell me the truth." The man's gesture was inimitable. Englishmen to him were obviously the salt of the earth. Germans and Austrians--why, they existed as the cattle in the fields--nothing more. Bellamy gave him a sovereign. "There were three Austrians who got in at Vienna," he said. "They are in numbers ten and eleven." "But yes, Monsieur!" the man assented. "As yet I think they are fast asleep. Not one of them has rung for his coffee." "Where are they booked for?" "For London, Monsieur." "You do not happen," Bellamy continued, "to have heard them say anything about leaving the train before then?" "On the contrary, sir," the porter answered, "two of the gentlemen have been inquiring about the boat across to Dover. They were very anxious to travel by a turbine." Bellamy nodded. "Thank you very much. You will be so discreet as to forget that I have asked you any questions concerning them. As for me, if one would know, I am on my way to Berlin." The bell rang. The man looked outside and put his head once more in Bellamy's coupe. "It is one of the gentleman who has rung," he declared. "If anything is said about leaving the train, I shall report it at once to Monsieur." "You will do well," Bellamy answered. The porter returned in a few moments. "Two of the gentlemen, sir," he announced, "are undressed and in their pyjamas. They have ordered their breakfast to be served after we leave Munich." Bellamy nodded. "Further, sir," the man continued, coming a little closer, "one of them asked me whether the English gentleman--meaning you--was going through to London or not. I told them that you were getting out at the next station and that I thought you were going to Berlin." "Quite right," Bellamy said. "If they ask any more questions, let me know." Mademoiselle Idiale, with the aid of one of the two maids who were traveling with her, was able to make a sufficiently effective toilette. At a few minutes before the time for luncheon, she walked down the corridor and recognized Von Behrling, who was sitting with his companions in one of the compartments. "Ah, it is indeed you, then!" she exclaimed, smiling at him. He rose to his feet and came out. Tall, with a fair moustache and blue eyes, he was often taken for an Englishman and was inclined to be proud of the fact. "You have rested well, I trust, Mademoiselle?" he asked, bowing low over her fingers. "Excellently," replied Louise. "Will you not take me in to luncheon? The car is full of men and I am not comfortable alone. It is not pleasant, either, to eat with one's maids." "I am honored," he declared. "Will you permit me for one moment?" He turned and spoke to his companions. Louise saw at once that they were protesting vigorously. She saw, too, that Von Behrling only became more obstinate and that he was very nearly angry. She moved a few steps on down the corridor, and stood looking out of the window. He joined her almost immediately. "Come," he said, "they will be serving luncheon in five minutes. We will go and take a good place." "Your friends, I am afraid," she remarked, "did not like your leaving them. They are not very gallant." "To me it is indifferent," he answered, fiercely twirling his moustache. "Streuss there is an old fool. He has always some fancy in his brain." Louise raised her eyebrows slightly. "You are your own master, I suppose," she said. "The Baron is used to command his policemen, and sometimes he forgets. There are many people who find him too autocratic." "He means well," Von Behrling asserted. "It is his manner only which is against him." They found a comfortable table, and she sat smiling at him across the white cloth. "If this is not Sachers," she said, "it is at least more pleasant than lunching alone." "I can assure you, Mademoiselle," he declared, with a vigorous twirl of his moustache, "that I find it so." "Always gallant," she murmured. "Tell me, is it true of you--the news which I heard just before I left Vienna? Have you really resigned your post with the Chancellor?" "You heard that?" he asked slowly. She hesitated for a moment. "I heard something of the sort," she admitted. "To be quite candid with you, I think it was reported that the Chancellor was making a change on his own account." "So that is what they say, is it? What do they know about it--these gossipers?" "You were not allowed at the conference yesterday," she remarked. "No one was allowed there, so that goes for nothing." "Ah! well," she said, looking meditatively out upon the landscape, "a year ago the thought of that conference would have driven me wild. I should not have been content until I had learned somehow or other what had transpired. Lately, I am afraid, my interest in my country seems to have grown a trifle cold. Perhaps because I have lived in Vienna I have learned to look at things from your point of view. Then, too, the world is a selfish place, and our own little careers are, after all, the most important part of it." Von Behrling eyed her Curiously. "It seems strange to hear you talk like this," he remarked. She looked out of the window for a moment. "Oh! I still love my country, in a way," she answered, "and I still hate all Austrians, in a way, but it is not as it used to be with me, I must admit. If we had two lives, I would give one to my country and keep one for myself. Since we have only one, I am afraid, after all, that I am human, and I want to taste some of its pleasures." "Some of its pleasures," Von Behrling repeated, a little gloomily. "Ah, that is easy enough for you, Mademoiselle!" "Not so easy as it may appear," she answered. "One needs many things to get the best out of life. One needs wealth and one needs love, and one needs them while one is young, while one can enjoy." "It is true," Von Behrling admitted,--"quite true." "If one is not careful," she continued, "one lets the years slip by. They can never come again. If one does not live while one is young, there is no other chance." Von Behrling assented with renewed gloom. He was twenty-five years old, and his income barely paid for his uniforms. Of late, this fact had materially interfered with his enjoyments. "It is strange," he said, "that you should talk like this. You have the world at your feet, Mademoiselle. You have only to throw the handkerchief." Her lips parted in a dazzling smile. The bluest eyes in the world grew softer as they looked into his. Von Behrling felt his cheeks burn. "My friend, it is not so easy," she murmured. "Tell me," she continued, "why it is that you have so little self-confidence. Is it because you are poor?" "I am a beggar,"--bitterly. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well," she said, glancing down the menu which the waiter had brought, "if you are poor and content to remain so, one must presume that you have compensations." "But I have none!" he declared. "You should know that--you, Mademoiselle. Life for me means one thing and one thing only!" She looked at him, for a moment, and down upon the tablecloth. Von Behrling shook like a man in the throes of some great passion. "We talk too intimately," she whispered, as the people began to file in to take their places. "After luncheon we will take our coffee in my coupe. Then, if you like, we will speak of these matters. I have a headache. Will you order me some champagne? It is a terrible thing, I know, to drink wine in the morning, but when one travels, what can one do? Here come your bodyguard. They look at me as though I had stolen you away. Remember we take our coffee together afterwards. I am bored with so much traveling, and I look to you to amuse me." Von Behrling's journey was, after all, marked with sharp contrasts. The kindness of the woman whom he adored was sufficient in itself to have transported him into a seventh heaven. On the other hand, he had trouble with his friends. Streuss drew him on one side at Ostend, and talked to him plainly. "Von Behrling," he said, "I speak to you on behalf of Kahn and myself. Wine and women and pleasure are good things. We two, we love them, perhaps, as you do, but there is a place and a time for them, and it is not now. Our mission is too serious." "Well, well!" Von Behrling exclaimed impatiently, "what is all this? What do I do wrong? What have you to say against me? If I talk with Mademoiselle Idiale, it is because it is the natural thing for me to do. Would you have us three--you and Kahn and myself--travel arm in arm and speak never a word to our fellow passengers? Would you have us proclaim to all the world that we are on a secret mission, carrying a secret document, to obtain which we have already committed a crime? These are old-fashioned methods, Streuss. It is better that we behave like ordinary mortals. You talk foolishly, Streuss!" "It is you," the older man declared, "who play the fool, and we will not have it! Mademoiselle Idiale is a Servian and a patriot. She is the friend, too, of Bellamy, the Englishman. She and he were together last night." "Bellamy is not even on the train," Von Behrling protested. "He went north to Berlin. That itself is the proof that they know nothing. If he had had the merest suspicion, do you not think that he would have stayed with us?" "Bellamy is very clever," Streuss answered. "There are too many of us to deal with,--he knew that. Mademoiselle Idiale is clever, too. Remember that half the trouble in life has come about through false women. "What is it that you want?" Von Behrling demanded. "That you travel the rest of the way with us, and speak no more with Mademoiselle." Von Behrling drew himself up. After all, it was he who was noble; Streuss was little more than a policeman. "I refuse!" he exclaimed. "Let me remind you, Streuss, that I am in charge of this expedition. It was I who planned it. It was I"--he dropped his voice and touched his chest--"who struck the first blow for its success. I think that we need talk no more," he went on. "I welcome your companionship. It makes for strength that we travel together. But for the rest, the enterprise has been mine, the success so far has been mine, and the termination of it shall be mine. Watch me, if you like. Stay with me and see that I am not robbed, if you fear that I am not able to take care of myself, but do not ask me to behave like an idiot." Von Behrling stepped away quickly. The siren was already blowing from the steamer. _ |
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