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CHAPTER XVI.—Continued.
Tin suit<• allotted im> was at the end
t>f a ^ 1 • ><>111> corridor. I threw open
one ol the narrow windows. The
nols> stream below, hcittint; (utllely
against the walls. almost deafened the
voice of the servant as he asked If he
could be of assistance to nie. I looked
out. There was a sheer drop of some
60 feet.
That fact vaguely disconcerted me.
The words of l)r. Starva were a Jarring
note that sobered my excitement.
When I had dressed 1 wa rlmoat pre
pared to find the massive door of my
chamber locked or barred. I had en-
tered the spider's web audaciously
enough. To escape might be less
simple.
The dinner was simply but well
served In a small dining-room.* Wad
my situation been less serious I niiKht
have felt some humor at the elaborate
deference shown me by my compan-
ions for the benefit of the t wo servants
who waited on us. Kven Pr. Sttrva
followed the lead of Madame de \'ar-
nler In solemn ii' cynical obedience.
Hut did Madame de Varnler believe
me so complaisant a fool, that, like
another Hotlom, I was expected in this
modern Midsummer Night's Dream te
accept this deference without ques
tlon" 1 became more and more con
vinced that she did not. Once she
even referred to the events of the
niKht before in such a manner that I
believed her not ignorant of my true
condition. If she were persuaded that
I had been acting a part then, that
would account for her confidence In
expecting me to continue acting that
part. It would nive her encourage
ment that 1 was the willing tool she
looked for.
And suppose that she really believed
that, did she think that I expected no
reward? She had hinted that in serv-
ing her ends I was to serve myself as
well. But Madame de Varnler was
not the kind of woman to believe that
a man would be allured by a promise
so vague. Then the reward?
She had protested that she had not
expected me to fall In love with her.
She had protested that, but in th<
same breath she bad confessed a half-
resolve to bring me to her feet. Now
as she exerted every charm of coquet-
ry she was giving the lie to her own
words. Oh, the reward was obvious
enough, if I chose to take it.
"We will smoke our cigarettes In
my favorite music room. You must
hear Dr. Starva play on the 'cello.
You have had the piano carefully
tuned, Jacques?"
"All is in readiness," replied the
servant, as he preceded us with can-
dles.
Dr. Starva had pushed back his chair
eagerly. For the first time since I had
met him his far< lost something of
it:< heavy sullen expression.
"My Angers have not the practice,"
he said modestly, "but to play with
Madame de Varnler—ah. that Is worth
while."
We were In the music room that
Madame de Varnler had described to
me so enthusiastically (lie day hefore.
Dimly lighted with wax candles, pan-
eled in dark oak to the celling, the
floor waxed and polished to a drizzling
luster, it was a room almost bare, but
It had Its melancholy charm. There
was little furniture. At one end of
the room was a row of carved seats
built into the wall. There were no
pictures or tapestries. The one touch
of color was the vivid llame of blaz
Ing logs.
"The strife of the world, Its lies
and its shams. I leave behind when I
enter here," said Madame de Varnler
sentimentally. "Look, I throw open
this casement. The noisy Aare drowns
my voice. Ileyond, you see the moon-
light on the valleys, and still beyond,
the mountains. This Is your s'-at.
Once this was a chapel; in these
carved seats the monks chanted \os
pere; in the seat of honor which you
occupy drowsed the father superior.
When you hear the enchanting melo-
dies of Dr Starva you will not have
lived In vain."
This hour at least was Innocent.
Perhaps It was the lull before the
storm, but why should 1 look for clouds
when the heavens were clear?
The long, darkly paneled room, Its
fthininK floor seeming to rise and full
mysteriously In the flickering tire-
lltfht. the nois\ murmur of the stream
below the white moonlight that striuv
Kled feebly through the casement win-
dows—all bad Its charm. And these
two adventurers, unscrupulous and
conscienceless, bad abandoned them-
selves for the moment to the Joy of
their music,
I looked over toward Madame de
Varnler. The shaded light of the can-
dles fell on her white shoulders. The
splendor ot her beauty had never
seemed ir.ne seductive,
I asked myse'f incredulously If this
dreaming woman was the desperate
adventuress whom I<ocke had warned
me against
Slowly she looked where I sat; I
seemed to draw her eyes toward me.
She smiled vaguely, a smile that was
udorable—yes, I could almost persuade
myself that it was the smile of an
Innocent girl. For a moment 1 was
content to forget the unpleasant task
that was before me; to Invest even
the monster by her side in the garb of
humanity.
The servant who had shown me to
my rooms appeared at the door, let-
ters on his salver 1 held up my hand
warnlngly to him that he should no I,
disturb them, and motioned that he
bring the letters to me. He dill so
without either of the
ing his entrance.
The sonata of Beethoven swept to
its glorious climax. 1 started to my
feet to take the letters to Madame de
Varnler.
I'i" without a pause Dr Starva be-
gan a tender romance. The woman
sat at the piano her hands falling idly
to her lap.
Again she smiled across the room
at me. Hut now It was no longer
spontaneous. The lips held something
of that indefinable cruelty of that
woman of the Renaissance made fa-
mous by Da Vinci. 1 frowned; 1 re-
fused to meet that smile.
Then, as I looked down deliberately,
I felt myself turn pale. A shudder
convulsed me.
1 was gazing In horror at an en-
doomed prince I began tu think I
must be more explicit after all.
And then her hands fell lifeless on
the keys. I'he crash echoed discord
untly in the empty room. Dr. Starva
looked up in angry surprise. Madame
I de Varnler bad fainted.
Dr. Starva shuffled rapidly to her
! side; lie shook her shoulder.
I "Sophie" Sophie!" he cried, and
then lie saw the letter and Its stamp.
His face was suddenly distorted
His hairy hand closed over the letter.
1 She held it rigid even in her uncon-
I sciousne.-s. He unbent her Jeweled
. lingers with cruel strength Now he
I looked at ma with the suspicion and
hate of a savage beast brought to bay.
"How much do V4 u know?" Ills blaz-
'ing eyes asked. "And If 1 do know?"
| mine answered.
Slowly Madame de Varnler opened
her eyes. Equally anxious. Starva and
myself watched her recover conscious-
ness. 4
I was quite convinced now that she
bad not been aware of the significance
of that stamp The horror that had
musicians notic- deprived her of her reason for the
time being proved that. The tierce
baste with which Dr. Starva had
snatched the letter from her lifeless
hand and bad concealed It. bore out
my conviction. Then if my surmises
were correct, would she communicate
to Dr. Starva her newly acquired
knowledge?
"It was the heat, I think, and the
fatigue of the Journey," were the first
words she spoke. I heard them with
relief. Beyond question she wished
to conceal from Starva that she had
seen the death-mask.
Whether he was satisfied with her
reasons vas less certain. He paced
the length of the room, his head bent
in thought; his intertwined fingers,
moving agitatedly, betrayed his con-
cern. Madame de Varnler carefully
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Hairy
Hand
Over
Letter.
velope that bore the Interdicted stamp
'>f Bulgaria, the death mask.
Did she know the ghastly slgnlfi
ranee of that double stamp? Was she
one of the desperate band that had
doomed Ferdinand ?
1 resolved to play a hazardous expe-
riment. I would thrust that stamp un-
der her eyes without warning. Con-
summate actress though she was, she
would find it difficult to repress a
tremor If she were guilty.
Dr. Starva'a head was still bent lov-
ingly over his 'cello. 1 reached the
piano without disturbing him.
i placed the letters In front of
Madame de Varnler, the envelope that
bore the death-mask on the top of the
little pile. I watched her closely.
She took the letters carelessly In
her hands. The stamp at once ar-
rested her attention. She regarded it
with a frank curiosity. She even
called my attention to It
"It is on« of the new Issue,"
whispered, so as not to disturb
she
Dr.
let-
Starva; and continued to sort her
ters.
I was almost convinced of her Inno-
cence, but not quite. 1 had yet my
experiment to pfay.
She had opened one of the letters
and was engrossed In Its contents. As
for Dr. Starva, he was lost to the
world.
I took the envelope that bore the
mysterious symbol, and placing It In
such a manner that the death-mask
could be most easily seen by the worn
an. I began to trace tin? likeness of
I'rlnce Ferdinand, meanwhile watch
Ing her Intently.
Her letter was short. Its meaning
had excited her strangely. For some
time shi> was regardless of my action.
But | resently she followed the mw- ;
lions of my pencil as I traced the
eyes closed lii death, the drooping j
mouth, and the gaping wound.
Still my pencil moved slowly but
carefully over the feuttit". e ,
avoided my gaze and played Idly. But
I noticed that if Dr. Starva bad been
enraged that she had seen the letter
with Its death-mask, Madame de Var-
nler was anxious that he should not
know of the existence of the letter
that had excited her. It had fallen to
the floor. When his back was turned
she had stooped swiftly and placed It
In the bosom of her dress.
Was the letter she was so careful to
hide from Inm merely personal'.' Or
was Its message of moment? If so, If
it were concerned with the strange
game these two were playing, it meant
that either mistrusted the other.
I welcomed such a possibility. That
fact might aimpllfy my own action.
At least It showed that Madam** de
Varnler was not abjectly the creature
of this infamous scoundrel.
The strained situation was happily
relieved by the entrance of the serv-
ant who had brought in the letters.
Instinctively the three of us assumed
a certain unconcern, as Is the manner
of the world bei'rrtv servants.
He brought a card to Madame de
Varnler. She took it from the salver
quietly, but her hand trembled as she
read the name engraved on It.
We had all three heard that name
before. Its crisp, Anglo-Saxon nomen-
clature gave one the Impression of a
strong, dogged personality that pur-
sued, and yet pursued.
"Captain Reginald Forbes!"
That was the name she read Id a
low voice.
CHAPTER XVII.
Captain Forbes Intrudes.
There was a silence lasting several
seconds. Panic was written on both
their faces. Kvldently they had looked
for no such intrusion us this -above
ail for no visitor so inconvenient as
the king's messenger. They had con-
fidently counted on a clear Held for
'he execution of their plans. That
ihey should hn\e been traced to the
chateau so easily and so quickly threw
them Into consti mat ion Dr. Starva
was the tlrst to recover his presence
of mind.
"Whom does he wish to see this
time?" he demanded harshly.
"He asks for his Excellency, the
Kngllsh ambassador," replied the serv-
ant. looking at me askance. "But if
he Is engaged, or not well, he is anx-
loim to speak with madam."
At first I was surprised that the
man had not brought the card direct-
ly to myself. It was strange that he
should ignore me if he bad been given
to understand that 1 was Sir Mortimer.
Hut if he were in the confidence of
Madame de Varnler he would do pre-
cisely that.
Frankly, the coming of Captain
Forbes at this time was a sin prise
scarcely less disagreeable for me than
for them. To-morrow, or the day
after, he would have been perhaps
only too welcome. But now the Intru-
sion was premature. It interfered
with my own plans as well as theirs.
More than that, I could have wished
myself In u position to forewarn him,
to explain mv tactics. It lookeu as If
I were again In danger of being caught
red handed in a criminal deception.
More than ever would Captain Forbes
be convinced that 1 was one of the
conspirators if he discovered at this
moment that I was not Sir Mortimer.
The man and woman conversed to-
gether excitedly In a barbaric tongue.
Dr. Starva. it was evident, was vehe-
mently advocating some plan; Madame
de Varnler opposing it. But the shock
to which she had been subjected pre-
vious to the coming of Captain Forbes
had left her unstrung, almost apa-
thetic. Hitherto the man had been
sulkily subservient to the woman; now
his animal Ltrength fought for the
ascendency. He was brushing away
her agitated protests. It was he who
commanded the servant:
"Show this Captain Forbes to the
armory, I shall see him myself."
Again he spoke fiercely to Madame
ile Varnler. She listened to him In
silence, her eyes cast down. He
strode to the door, stood there a mo-
ment hesitating, then left the room,
shutting the door behind him.
Madame de Varnier remained where
lie had left her, trembling violently,
her hands covering her face. This
was my opportunity to appeal to the
woman, and not the adventuress. I
took her unresisting hand and led her
to one of the carved seats.
"Madame de Varnler. it is a desper-
ate game you are playing." I said,
sternly yet gently. "I don't know what
the stakes are, but you are not going
to win them,"
A white hand clung to my coat
sleeve. "Why do you say that?" she
cried, staring at me with affrighted
eyes.
I pointed silently to the
still held in her hand.
"There Is one factor to be
with."
She tossed her head In
"Dr. Starva has reckoned with him al-
ready iii\ friend. Perhaps not In the
best way, tint effectually at least. And
the other?"
"Well, there Is myself.'"
She smiled on me wanly. "If you
were an enemy that might be more se-
rious, I admit. But I have reckoned
with yen. You are to be my friend.
You are to help me."
"That remains to be seen. But the
third and most serious factor is treach-
ery." I added quietly.
"My Ood! Treachery!"
"Do you trust Dr Starva absolute-
ly" Darf y>-u tell me that the death-
mask had a ; little meaning for him as
for you, until I showed you that sig-
nificance?"
"But you understood its meaning as
well as he. Who are you that you
should have this knowledge?"
"I know, perhaps, more than you
think, Madam:1 de Varnler,"
"It is incredible," she cried passion-
ately, "that I, the Countess SarahofT,
should be in the dark, while an Amer-
ican tourist
The name had slipped out. in her an
ger; she bit her lips.
"Ob, you need
1 might have called
several hours ago.'
".Since you know so much," she said
In bitter dlsgti t. "perhaps you know
the service I expect to ask of yon."
"I might make a shrewd guess at
even that."
She sank back.
locked supporting
maliied some time
Suddenly a door
a faint shout, u
card she
reckoned
defiance
feel no consternatIon,
you by that name
her fingers Inter-
her head. She re-
in gloomy thought,
slammed. I heard
tramping of feet.
Then there was quiet again. I glanced
at my companion. She was listening
intently, her hands clutching the
carved arms of the seat.
"Bah, I think I am a hysterical
schoolgirl." She shrugged her shoul-
ders lu self-contempt. "Say that you
know everything, monsieur, so much
the belter. It will save the trouble of
explaining on the morrow. For I shall
go on with my plan. There is danger,
yes. but I have expected danger. It Is
too late to retreat. I have risked all
ou a single throw. I shall win. Say
that there Is treachery—I shall know
how to deal with it. He is not Indis-
pensable Yes, my friend, 1 have a
plan that cannot fall."
"You are mistaken," I said obstinate-
ly. "Your plan will fall because, If Dr.
Starva is not necessary to Its success,
I irtn And I—"
"You will perform the service I
shall ask of you. 1 hope, I trust, that
yon will do this service gladly. Not
for myself, perhaps, but that you may
bring happiness and peace to a down*
trodden people."
(TO UE CONTINUED.)
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Cain, Thomas C. The Bastrop Advertiser (Bastrop, Tex.), Vol. 55, No. 17, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 27, 1907, newspaper, July 27, 1907; Bastrop, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth205705/m1/4/: accessed June 11, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Bastrop Public Library.