The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 22, 1904, Page 4

THE SAN FRA ISCO SUNDAY CAL! not clash my that it would On that I give you 14m. ast you entirely,” cried II- doubts broken down by his claration. “You must forgive 2, but it was your acquaintance Volborth that I mistrusted— self.” at there was no more misun- ortescue went on to points of view the happen would be rt attempts dur- end to capture rs in some scheme in lirectly or indirectly was Dubdro on d. Ilma In old how, after ng Breslau, owski had been first excitable, xious and asy, and at last the end of the Danish visit had come upusually quiet and thought- ful-—as a result, she now believed, of sudden termination of letters and the Princess. Fortes- g of the Boulogne in- affectéd Volbroth's the telegrams from ot as it sc 1ct of the « An hour's chat with her two English friends left Iima composed and cheer- was Laura’s happy optimism. ‘One thing only I beg of you both,” said, as they rose at the ringing of ncheon bell, “neither for my sake of any one have any more to h Russian intrigue. They are people, those who are working ga Palitzin, and I would not you brave their vengeance open- so nor thi The two girle moved off arm in arm, 1 did not the unwonted shadow that crossed Fortescue's face. I am afraid we have braved their eance—or, what is worse, their nse of self-protection, already,” he muttered as he ran up to his room. What would she say if she knew that wura and 1 were believed, and rightly, the conspirators to be the only per- sons able to legally prove their identity. Justn’t lose a moment in comparing with my little girl after lunch.” had only arrived at Blairgeldie on ous night, and as the house he had not yet had a tete-a- tete with Laura. And that such an in- terview was imperative certain happen- ings to himself during the three weeks at had elapsed since their stoppage at Boulogne had brought home to him pretty forcib He had spent the time London, after seeing Lady Metcaif i her daughter off to Scotland, and )t been three days in the me- when he began to have a vague n that he was being followed. There was nothing definite to catch 1d of. But he had a quick eye for faces, and there had been several curi- cincidences. One night on leaving he Junior lton he recognized in cab-tout who closed the doors of his hansom a man whom he had seen, dressed, loafing on the pre- in the hall of the Mansions in Victoria street, where his flat was ted. And .again, another indi- vidual wh eek and well-dressed, had called one day at the Foreign Office to see him on a matter that proved to be certainly traveling in to his on the under- vs later in workman's intention of alarming but realizing that she shared him that dangerous knowledge, nted to ascertain if she had no- nything abnormal in her sur- undings, and in that case to take measures for her protection. irgeidie Castle being close to the right shoulder of Glen Muick, opposite to the demesne, and Sir James Metcalf belonging to the charmed cir- cle of these select ones whom the Queen speaks of as her Highland ighbors,” the conversation at lunch- naturally ran on her Majesty's guests. The Tsar was shooting with the Prince of Wales in the neighbor- hood of Birkhall, Sir James was able to inform the and Laura supplied i mation . that the Queen and the Tsarina were to drive out to the Glassalt Shiel. Fortescue, who had come in too late to secure a t near Laura, remembered with tisfaction a hint that he had included 1 his letter to Voiborth anent the se- tion of the Tsar’s zillies and loaders. For Laura herself the dcings of prin- ripalities and powe had for the time faded—"taken a back seat” she would have called it—in face of the superlor attractions of a new bicycle. And in this respect fortune favored her that o was seated next another devotee of the wheel, to whom she could enlarge without the risk «f boredom on the ck and span nickel-plated charms of the thirty-guinea “safety” which’ she had brought from London. Mr. Fitz Harding, a retired Indian judge, had teken to the exercise late in life for the sake of his liver, and though he took a good deal more interest in his damaged vital organ than in the ma- chine which wes to cure it, he was able sten sympathetically and technic- to her enthusiasm. ‘Let’s go for a spin after lunch,” said Laura, who knew that Tlma was booked for an inspection of the dairies der Lady Metcall’s personal guid- ce. “1 can take you to a place where we shall very likely get a sight of some of the royaiti T have been there every day for a week and have been urcommonly lucky. The day be- fore yesterday when 1 was up there m ‘Billy'—that's my bike, you know, christened after the German Emperor ~—1 mearly cannoned ‘the Prince on to old Woronzoff, the Russian Chamber- lain’s pet corn.” And she went on to explain that the roads on the Queen's property on the left side of the Glen were closed, even to the favored few who had permission to uge them, during the Tsar's stay; but that by taking the public road on the right of the Glen as far as Spital they would be able to see what was go- ing on on the forbidden ground about Birkenhall. “Ard as the neighborhood simply recks of personages it is on the cards that some of them may overflow again to our side of the Glen,” she con- cluded. The prospect of taking his mechan- ical medicine In such pleasant com- pany was irresistible, and Mr. Fitz Harding readily assented. Fortescue, who overheard something of the ar- rangement, knew that his private talk with Lavra would have to be post- poned, and as she was not going out unaccompanied he saw no reason for apprehension. But coming upon her in the hall, as she was removing the dust-cloth from the glittering “Biliy,” he scized the chance of reassuring him- self. You haven't seen any of our friends of the Rue St. Pol in these parts, eh, dear?” he asked her. She looked up at him not in the least frightened, but knowing by his tone that he had a reason for the question. ““Rather not! I should have put you on to them sharp by wire if I had,” she replied. “ls there anything wrong, Spencer?” “Not that I know of, but it might be as well if you ard I kept cur eyes about us, There's a certain responsi- bility, you see, as we are the only ones hereabouts who know the Palitzin gang by sight, and jt would be our duty to apprise the local authorities if we spctted any of them.” “Oh well, I don’t think they'd come here, with Ballater swarming with po- lice. Besides, it's too ridiculous. Rus- slan Nihilists on Deeside—where I've lived all my life,” said Laura, mdtter of fact as ever despite her recent experi- ence, and firm in the average woman's conviction that nothing out of the way can happen amid everyday surround- ings. Fortescue had the happy conscicus- ness, however, that, coming from him, the suggestion would not be altogether disregarded, and he hoped that it would serve till he could enter more fully into the reasons for precaution. In the meanwhi'e as, he watched Laura and Fitz Harding ride slowly down the drive he rejoiced that she had a capable escort. For, his fifty-five years and liver notwithstanding, the ex-judge was still a man of thews and sinews, and had been a noted tiger- slayer in his time. But Fortescue’s complacency was a little premature. For an Anglo-Indian with a liver dating back to the bad old brandy-pawnee days there is a foe against whora muscle and nerve are allke powerless. The day was one cf the few eXceptions to the rule that made September of 1896 a record break- er in wet weather, and the fierce autumn sun recalled Hyderabad to Mr. Fitz Harding before they reached the lodge gates of Blairgeldie. By the time they were spinning through Bal- later, where loungers In tweed suits and bowler hats suggested the Scotland Yard detective at every step, it had made his head ache. When they reached the cutskirts of the village.it had got him so sick and dizzy that he jumped from his machine with an in- voluntary exclamation of distress. “I must offer you a thousand apolo- gies, Miss Metcalf, but I really cannot g0 on,” he said. “The sun has gripped my battered old head in a vise, and I shall cnly be an incumbrance to you. If you will allow me I will turn back and make fo- the ice-box in your butler's pantry.” Laura with all sympathy urged him to return at once, and turned “Billy” for the purpose of accompanying him. But against this Mr. Fitz Harding, knowing of no reascn to the contrary, resolutely set his face. If she persisted he should -sit by the roadside and not g0 back at all. She had come out for a good long spin, and ¢f that spin nothing should induce him to deprive her. It was the riding he did not feel up to, but he was quite capable of walking his bicycle quietly back to Blairgeldie. Seeing that he was obdurate, Laura took him at his word, and, after watch- ing Lim on his way for some distance, remounted and struck into the road that runs past Glen Muick House and Braichlie. Before going far she met one of the tweed-coated lounge who looked sharply at her as she sped by, little guessing that the trim figure in the serge blcycling “kit” had within the fortnight stood face to face with the living reasons of his heing there— that in that dainty, well-poised head was a kpowledge of certain faces, which, had he possessed it, might have brought him fame and fortune. “Billy"” was behaving beautifully and Lauya was thoroughly enjoying her spin througH the familiar country. The lonely Highland road was practically deserted, and it was not till she had reached a point nearly opposite Birk- haill that on rounding an angle she saw far nhead a man wheeling a bath chair, at the side of which walked a hospital nurse, They were going in the same direction as herself—away from Ballater, toward Spital—and she had therefore only a back view. “T hope to goodness Deeside isn't go- ing to become a resort for invalids,” she thought, at the same time with characteristic good nature ringing her bell while she was yet some distance off g0 as not to flurry the particular in- valid in question. And then as the silvery tinkle died away two other sounds followed in quick succession— first the wheezy rush of escaping air, secondly from Laura herself the hearty exclamation— “Confound it! and a bad one.” She was off in an instant, kneeling over the prostrate “Billy” by the roads side, and a hasty examination showed that both tires were pierced with neat round holes of considerable diameter, and that to ride home was out of the question. Hardly had she made the discovery when looking down the road she saw that the bath chalr had been turned and was being wheeled toward T've got a puncture, her at a greatly increased rate of speed — s0 fast, indeed, that’ the UL LA =, - - - %, S \Z @ LIRS 4 /4 Y, 4 2 woman in the nurse's garb had to take long strides to keep up with it. “That's civil of them, anyhow,” thought Laura. “They think that I have come a cropper and the nurse is bearing down with bandages and stfck- ing-plaster.” A moment later she was up from her knees, standing in the middle of the road in an attitude half defiant, half shrinking, and gazing with a strange fascination at the oncoming bath chair. For from out of its hooded denths a pair of eves were glaring at her—fierce, burning eyes which she had last seen at Olga Palitzin's side at the house in the Rue St. Pol. If the gray beard was there it was so hidden by mufflers as to be invisible, but there was nc mis- taking the eyes, and they in turn by a swift process of deduction aided Laura to penetrate the disguise of the nurse. It was the Princess herseif. And then, suddenly, while Laura wag debating what Spencer would wish her to do, the chairman, whom she did not recognize, turned the vehicle round, and, pushing it now at a more decor- ous rate, wheeled it away In its origi- nal direction, while the nurse bent over her patient and appeared to be tend- ing him. At the same time from the bank above her Laura heard herself ac- costed in a voice that suggested chim- neys and portmanteauXe—, “How do you do, Mees Medcalf? This is a pleasure unexpected, which I had not to myself promised till later in the afterncon. I am on my way to Blair- geldie to ses my friend Spencer For- descue.” There emiling down at her between two rowan trees, stced Herr Winckel, dressed the same and looking in all re- spects the same as on the eventful night at Breslau when he had proved himself such a “handy old chap.” He had a companion with him—a short, dark man whom he addressed in an un- known tongue as Restofeki. The latter having disappeared behind the brow of the bank, Herr Winckel descended with much puffiag and blowing into the road. Laura held out her hand in frank welcome, then glancing inquiringly from his stolidly beaming face toward the receding bath chair, of which, how- ever, he took no notice. “How do you do, Herr?” she said. “I am awfully glad to meet you again, though you are about the last person I should have expected to see. You al- ways turn up at the nick of time. T have had an accidémt.” “Ach! Sol The machine is all broke?” said Herr Winckel, loaking about him. “Yes, I've punctured both tires, and shall have to walk ‘Bil—' I mean my bicycle home,” she replied, checking herself lest she should hurt her friend’s feelings by the irreverent application of his supposed sovereign’'s name, “Ach, but there is oder things that is worse to have bunchered than the tires,” was the reply, which first caused it to dawn on Laura that the Herr's appearance on these occasions was not all chance. “Look! See what my sharp old eves have discover on the ground,” he continued. And stepping quickly back some twenty paces in the direction whence she had come, he stooped first on one side of the road, then on the other, and returned, trail- ing some object.behind him, which he wcund up as he walked, “Your agcident was done on bur- ‘bose, Miss Medcalf,” he said gravely. “It was fortunate—most fortunate— that I came up when 1 did.” And this time, whether voluntarily or not, he allowed his'eys to gaze up the road to where the bath chair and its attendant were fast fading in the distance. Laurd surprised the look. “You know those people, Herr ‘Winckel?” she said shortly, “I know them by their works. You travel this way often?” was the reply —non-committal, but plain enough to suggest his suspicions. “I have been here every day about this time for a week,” said Laura ey- ing with indignaticn the object which he was gathering into a clumsy ball. The deliberate outrage on “Billy” af- fected her far mcere than its nossible purpose, and that the outrage had been very deliberate there was no room to doubt. The apparatus which Herr Winckel was gathering into portable shape consigted of a strip of buckram of the color of the road with a row of French nails inserted at intervals of an inch. This had been stretched across, and pegged down at each side of the road, so that the buckram and the heade of the nails lay flat on the ground, while the prints stuck upward. A more ingenious device for disabling a pneumatic-tired bicycle, and for bringing its rider to a standstill, could not have been contrived. It was always Laura’s way to try to act as she thought her lover would have acted in like case, and not know- ing either the extent or the scurce of Herr Winckel's knowledge of the Palit- zin plots ghe did not pursue the matter. She had learned from Fortescue that, as in honor bound, he had- acquainted Volborth with all that had occurred at Boulogne, but no one else. She was nct sure. therefore, whether this port- ly German's suspicions were the result of complete enlightenment otherwise gained, or of mere surmise based on the very palpable grounds which he was twisting in his hands. He also showed no inclination to go deeper into the in- wardness of the accident. “There, Miss Medcalf,” he said, giv- ing a final twist to the stiff buckram “1 get him into small gompass as bossi- ble. Now if you so great honor will bermit, T will aggompany you to Blair- geldie and have gonverse with mine vriend, Mishder Spencer Fordescue.” They trudged along fqr some distance in silence, Laura having declined his offer to wheel poor punctured “Billy.” As they were nearing Ballater they were met by tie same tweed-coatd lounger, and Laura thought she de- tected a glance of recognition and a half gesture of respect pass from him to her companion. But if so the N \\’_@t/t/,,. \=a= \Z 7 greeting won no answering sign from Herr Winckel, though after they had passed there was, perhaps, the faintest trace of annoyance in his stclid coun- tenance. It was not till the gates of Blairgel- die were in sight that he dropped dis- jointed remarks on the local scenery, and said suddenly: “The lady vriend vor whom you make s0 much brave risk at Breslau—it is well with her and her betrothed?” “Ye-e-es,” replied Laura, surprised into a rather halting assent. “They're all right, thank you. Though it was you whe did all the real work that night, Herr, and If you care about gratitude my friend shall express it to you in person. She is staying with us for a few davs.” “Ach nein! but that is what I would avoid. I imblore of you, my dear Miss Medcalf, my imblication in that busi- ness not to exbose,” pleaded Herr Winckel so earnestly that he came in fcr a glanee of keen scrutiny. His fair comparion’s sha'p w ts were wondering whether the subject had not been intro- duced for the purpose of preferring this recuest and if so by what means he had become aware of Ilma's pres- ence at Blairgeldie. Iowever, she gave the required promise—subject to the mental reservation that she would ean- cel it If Spencer did not approve. The carriage drive at Biairgeldie, as it approached the castle, skirted the tennis lawn, and a game was in prog- ress, with a goodly contingent of the house-party looking on. At the sight of Laura's ignominous return a shout of chaffing condclence went up, mingled with an undertone of conjecture as to who her odd-looking escort couid be. Fortescue, who had been worried and anxiouys since ‘Mr. Fitz Harding had come back, breathed a sigh of relief, and ran sercss the drive. He had been half expecting a visit from Volborth, but somehow the arrival of the police agent with Laura, in conjunction with the plight of the bicycle, suggested that tirst words had best be spoken . in private. ; “I've got ‘Billy’ punctured, Spencer,” said Laura as he came up. “And—won- ders will never cease—Herr, Winckel dropped from the 'skies to my assist- He will give you a full and com- plete history of what he saw, and pres- ently I'll reel off my experiences. In the meanwhile I will go and put dear ‘Billy’ to bed.” And she proceeded toward the front entrance leaving the two men under the trees at the side of the drive. “Well, Paul?’ Fortescue said, soon as she was beyond earshat. “She has had an escape,” replied Vol- borth shortly. “And I have to thank you for saving her, is it not so?" sald Fortescue with suppressed emotjon. “In a secondary way, ves. Primarily she has to thank her own nerve and good sense for not letting them re- capture the cipher code at Boulogne. You are a man to be envied, Fortescue. Your own insight into my wishes, backed by Miss Metcalf's cool courage, has enabled me to get the hang of the whole plot. By the aid of the cipher and an old letter we discovered their Center No, 5, and we have never lost sight of them since. The Princess Palitzin, Weletsky and a subordinate are here on Deeside. Look at this pretty thing. It was they who brought about that puncture—with what end you can guess. They were bearing down upon her after the collapse with all speed, when I and Restofski showed."” “Good God!" Fortescue exclaimed under his breath. “Yes, it is serious, and ycu will both have to watch yourselves, though, as to-day I hepe by never letting them out of sight to prevent unpleasant- ness,” proceeded Volborth. ‘“You see they are under the impression that you and Miss Metcalf are the only wit- nesses who can identify them by sight and by name. Feor the moment I should imagine that you two are more the ob- ject of their presence here than even their ultimate aim.” “I had an inkling of this,” Fortescue said, and he briefly recounted his sus- picions that he had been followed in London. Volborth listened with a grav- ity which his Teutonic disguise empha- sized into a seeming callcusness, and Fortescue was stung by it to a sudden exasperation. “Look here, Paul,” he broke out, when a long silence had followed his last word, “Laura’s danger intro- duces the personal element, and I can- not back your waiting policy any longer. Why not lay hands on the gang and have done with this hole- and-corner work once for all? You are not compelled to show in the mat- ter. A wink to Scotland Yard would be sufficient.” Volborth gave an ironical chuckle. “It would be sufficient to insure the conspirators going scot free,” he re- plied. “Those are the gentry I am striving to keep outside the affair, and, oh! if you only knew the trouble I have with them as it is. Would you believe that one of them whom I met just now when walking with Miss Met- calf had the folly to show that he knew me—and that in the face of stringent instructions that my incog- nito was to be respected. No! Great Britain, with its publicity and freedom of the press, is the last place where the arrests must be made. But when we leave here we shall be turning our faces homeward. Your suspense will not last much longer.” “My suspense does not matter, but I will not have Laura sacrificed—like Lobanof,” returned Fortescue hotly, and for the last time in his life he saw the imperturbable police agent visi- bly moved. A purple flush suffused Volborth's face and he breathed heav- ily. “Do not strain our friendship by re- ferring to that, Spencer,’ he said hoarsely. ‘“That was all different. I was fighting the air then; now I have every one of the active conspirators under surveillance. 1 have far too much admiration for Miss Metcalf to trifle with her safety—or yours, if you will allow me to say so. But my first duty is tc my sovereign.” “And mine—" Fortescue was begin- ning, when the clatter of horse’s hoofs caused an interruption. “Let us step back among the trees,” said Volborth, and they had hardly got clear before the horseman rounded a corner of the drive. A moment later Boris Duprowski, in uniform, and ' leaning well forward with the truc seat of the Russian rid- ing school, cantered by on his way to the hall door of Blairgeldie Castle. CHAPTER X. IN THE SHADOW OF THE SHRUB- BERY. “Let us follow and see what has brought Master Catspaw hither,” said Volborth, as soon as the aide-de-camp had passed. 'Ah, my friend,” he con- tinued, as they walked up the drive, “there, now, in your lopping o that limb from my ramifications real cause of discord were 1 inclined to quarrel. honest of you to tell And in the cipher code scriptions of the Rue St. Pol folk you more than made amends. Yes, after all the balance of credit is still with you."” Fortescue smiled scftly to himself at the gentle reminder of the one in- stance in which his action had been not yuite eye to eye with that of his former colleague. Volborth's inten- tion of putting that instance forward as a clalm for present forbearance was a little too obvious. “I trust that what you consider my misguided zeal will gain its object. You ‘Will have no need to drag the young idiot into trouble now, surely?” For- tescue replied. “You know our system,” said Vol- borth. “There is no getting away from that Breslau attempt. We make no distinction between ignorant and en- lightened offenders. He has played with edged tools, and when the day of reckoning with those others comes he will have to abide the consequences.” Further conversation on the topic was impossible, for they were nearing the hall door, where Boris Dubrowski, al- ready dismounted, was vainly trying to make the old Scotch butler understand his best Parisian, ‘‘He has not seen me like this; I am Herr Winckel again,” whispered Vol- borth. “Offer to interpret for him.” “Pardon, monsieur, but perhaps you will allow me to translate your wishes,” said Fortescue in French, raising his hat as he advanced, and wondering it Boris would remember their meeting in the street at Breslau. But the Tsar’s aide-de-camp had been much too an- 8gry on that occasion to note strange faces, and he returned the English- man's salute without a sign of recog- nition. “But certainly, monsieur; I accept your kind offer with gratitude,” he re- plied. “I was trying to convey to this worthy servitor that I bear a Iletter from her Majesty the Empress"of Rus- sia, which I am commanded to deliver in persen to her Majesty’s maid-of- honor—Mademoiselle Vassili—who is a guest of Sir Metcalf.” Fortescue, with the privilege of a fu- ture ‘son-in-law, signed to a groom to take the horse to the stables. “I will myself conduct you te Mademoiselle Vassili, monsieur,” he said. “I left her but a few minutes ago on the tennis lawn.” And turning to Volborth, he sald hurriedly in English, “Will you wait?" “No,” was the reply. “I only came to warn you. If you take as much care of yourself as will be taken of you by others all will be well.” And with a clumsy bow that included Dubrowski and the servants the disguised police agent turned and made his way back along the drive. Chatting on trifles, Fortescue led the aide-de<camp thrcugh a maze of flower-beds to the edge of the green- sward, where Ilma, seated in a ham- mock-chair at Lady Metcalf's side, made a conspicuous figure among the group of spectators. The fact of Du- browski being on duty relieved him of some of th# awkwardness of his posi- tion, and he marched up to Ilma with a confidence lent by the imperial man- date. “I bring you this, mademoiselle, from her Majesty the Tsarina,” he said, proffering a letter which he took from his sabretache. “I am commanded to await your reply.” Though Lady Metcalf had never met Dubrowski she knew him perfectly well by sight, thanks to her post of vantage rt Breslau, and she wondered why Ilma did not introduce her fiance. Instead of doing so, however, formal leave having been asked and given, the mald-of-honor broke seal and ap- plied herself to the perusal of the let- ter. Dubrowski had fallen back a few paces, and though the observed of all observers, was chatting with well-bred ease to Fortescue. The latter, possess- ing the knack of attending to two af- fairs at once, watched Ilma as read, and he noticed a deep crimson flush spreading over the fair young face. She had not nearly finished when she began to bite her lips with annoy- ance, and by the time she came to the signature her brows were contracted in a frown. But for her there was no appeal from the will of the writer, and quickly mas- tering herself she passed the létter to her hostess. between 1t though. and the de- was me, “This concerns you, dear Lady Met- " calf,” she said, forcing a smile. “It really rests with you to answer her Majesty.” Lady Metcalf adjusted her gold pince-nez, and commenced a brave struggle with the imperial French. Fortescue, still assimilating all that occurred, observed that upon this reader the letter had an exactly oppo- She flushed, it is true, but and soon site effect. it was with obvicus pleasur her oid face was beaming with delight. “Of course, my dear, it will be the greatest pleasure as well as honor to carry out her Majesty’s gracious ¥ Lady Metcalf said reverentially. ing ba the letter. ‘“‘James, where are you, Jam: she called out, dislodging her husband frem another group of gues are,” as he came up obedign “Jsn't this teo sweet of ina? She has written to Made- . Vassili to say that she is sure ot enjoy her holiday unless Captain Dubrowski is with her. He has brought the letter, and if we can m in for the night her Majesty s that we might send for his You had better order the dog- (Continued JOE ROSENBERG'S. Have you thouzht about the UNDERWEAR That you are gcing to wear during the summer months ? 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