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"What do you want?" he said to her shortly, for he spoke English
perfectly. "You are the young woman from Chicago, I suppose?"
"No," answered Miss Baxter, forgetting for the moment the _role_ she was
playing; "I am from London."
"Well, it doesn't matter; you are the young woman who is arranging my
wife's correspondence?"
"Yes." The Prince strode rapidly forward and grasped her by the wrist,
his brow dark with a forbidding frown. He spoke in a hoarse whisper:
"Listen, my good girl! Do you want to get more money from me than you
will get from the Princess in ten years' service? Hearken, then, to what
I tell you. If there are any letters from--from--men, will you bring
them to me?"
Miss Baxter was thoroughly frightened, but she said to the Prince
sharply,--
"If you do not let go my wrist, I'll scream. How dare you lay your hand
on me?"
The Prince released her wrist and stepped back.
"Forgive me," he said; "I'm a very miserable man. Forget what I have
said."
"How can I forget it?" cried the girl, gathering courage as she saw him
quail before her blazing eyes. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to bring to me any letters written by--by----"
"Written by von Schaumberg," cried the girl, noticing his hesitation and
filling in the blank.
A red wave of anger surged up in the Prince's face.
"Yes," he cried; "bring me a letter to her from von Schaumberg, and I'll
pay you what you ask."
The girl laughed.
"Prince," she said, "you will excuse me if I call you a fool. There are
no letters from von Schaumberg, and I have gone through the whole of the
correspondence."
"What, then, suggested the name von Schaumberg to you? Where did you
ever hear it before?"
"I heard that you suspected him of stealing the diamonds."
"And so he did, the cowardly thief. If it were not for mixing the
Princess's name with such carrion as he, I would--"
But the Prince in his rage stamped up and down the room without saying
what he would do. Miss Baxter quickly brought him to a standstill.
"It is contrary to my duty to the Princess," she began, hesitatingly,
when he stopped and turned fiercely upon her.
"What is contrary to your duty?"
"There are letters, tied very daintily with a blue ribbon, and they are
from a man. The Princess did not allow me to read them, but locked them
away in a secret drawer in her dressing-room, but she is so careless
with her keys and everything else, that I am sure I can get them for
you, if you want them."
"Yes, yes, I want them," said the Prince, "and will pay you handsomely
for them."
"Very well," replied Miss Baxter, "you shall have them. If you will wait
here ten minutes, I shall return with them."
"But," hesitated the Prince, "say nothing to the Princess."
"Oh, no, I shall not need to; the keys are sure to be on her
dressing-table."
Miss Baxter ran down to the room of the Princess, and had little
difficulty in obtaining the keys. She unlocked the secret drawer into
which she had seen the Princess place the packet of letters, and taking
them out, she drew another sheet of paper along with them, which she
read with wide-opening eyes, then with her pretty lips pursed, she
actually whistled, which unmaidenly performance merely gave sibilant
expression to her astonishment. Taking both the packet of letters and
the sheet of paper with her, she ran swiftly up the stair and along the
corridor to the room where the Prince was impatiently awaiting her.
"Give them to me," he snapped, rudely snatching the bundle of documents
from her hand. She still clung to the separate piece of paper and said
nothing. The Prince stood by the window and undid the packet with
trembling hands. He examined one and then another of the letters,
turning at last towards the girl with renewed anger in his face.
"You are trifling with me, my girl," he cried.
"No, I am not," she said stoutly.
"These are my own letters, written by me to my wife before we were
married!"
"Of course they are. What others did you expect? These are the only
letters, so far as I have learned, that any man has written to her,
and the only letters she cares for of all the thousands she has ever
received. Why, you foolish, blind man, I had not been in this castle a
day before I saw how matters stood. The Princess is breaking her poor
heart because you are unkind to her, and she cares for nobody on earth
but you, great stupid dunce that you are."
"Is it true? Will you swear it's true?" cried the Prince, dropping the
packet and going hastily toward the girl. Miss Jennie stood with her
back to the wall, and putting her hands behind her, she said,--
"No, no; you are not going to touch me again. Of course it's true, and
if you had the sense of a six-year-old child, you would have seen it
long ago; and she paid sixty thousand pounds of your gambling debts,
too."
"What are you talking about? The Princess has never given me a penny of
her money; I don't need it. Goodness knows, I have money enough of my
own."
"Well, Cadbury Taylor said that you--Oh, I'll warrant you, it is like
all the rest of his statements, pure moonshine."
"Of whom are you speaking? And why did my wife protect that wretch whom
she knows has stolen her diamonds?"
"You mean von Schaumberg?"
"Yes."
"I believe the Princess does think he stole them, and the reason the
Princess protects him is to prevent you from challenging him, for she
fears that he, being a military man, will kill you, although I fancy she
would be well rid of you."
"But he stole the diamonds--there was nobody else."
"He did nothing of the kind. Read that!"
The Prince, bewildered, took the sheet that she handed to him and read
it, a wrinkle of bewilderment corrugating his brow.
"I don't understand what this has to do with the case," he said at last.
"It seems to be an order on the bank at Vienna for the diamonds, written
by the Princess herself."
"Of course it is. Well, if the diamonds had been delivered, that paper
would now be in the possession of the bank instead of in your hands."
"Perhaps she mislaid this order and wrote another."
"Perhaps. Still it might be worth while finding out."
"Take this, then, to the Princess and ask her."
"It is not likely she would remember. The better plan is to telegraph at
once to the Vienna bank, asking them to send the diamonds to Meran by
special messenger. No one there knows that the diamonds are missing."
"I will do so at once," cried the Prince, with more animation in his
voice than Miss Baxter had previously noticed. His Highness was becoming
interested in the game.
After luncheon the Princess came to Miss Baxter, who was seated at her
desk, and handed her a letter.
"There is an invitation from the Duchess of Chiselhurst for a grand ball
she is shortly to give in her London house. It is to be a very swell
affair, but I don't care enough for such things to go all the way to
England to enjoy them. Would you therefore send her Grace my regrets?"
"I will do so at once."
At that moment there came a messenger from the Prince asking Miss Baxter
to meet him in the library. The girl glanced up at the Princess.
"Have I your permission to go?" she said.
The Princess looked at her steadily for a moment, just the faintest
suspicion of a frown on her fair brow.
"I do not suppose you need my permission." Her Highness spoke with slow
deliberation. "My husband condescends to take considerable interest in
you. Passing along the corridor this morning, I heard your voices in
most animated conversation."
"Had you sufficient interest in our discussion to stop and listen to
what we said, Princess von Steinheimer?"
"Ah, now you are becoming insolent, and I must ask you to consider your
engagement with me at an end."
"Surely you will not dismiss me in this heartless way, Princess. I think
I am entitled to a month's notice, or is it only a week's?"
"I will pay you a year's salary, or two years' if that will content you.
I have no wish to deal harshly with you, but I desire you to leave at
once," said the Princess, who had little sense of humour, and thus
thought the girl was in earnest when she asked for notice.
Miss Baxter laughed merrily, and replied when she was able to control
her mirth, "I do hate to leave the castle just when things are becoming
interesting. Still, I don't suppose I shall really need to go away in
spite of your dismissal, for the Prince this morning offered me ten
times the amount of money you are paying."
"Did he?"
"Be assured he did; if you don't believe me, ask him. I told him he was
a fool, but, alas, we live in a cynical age, and few men believe all
they hear, so I fear my expression of opinion made little impression on
him."
"I shall not keep you longer from his Highness," said the Princess with
freezing dignity.
"Thank you so much. I am just dying to meet him, for I know he has
something most interesting to tell me. Don't you think yourself,
Princess, that a man acts rather like a fool when he is deeply in love?"
To this there was no reply, and the Princess left the room.
Miss Jennie jumped to her feet and almost ran to the library. She found
the Prince walking up and down the long room with a telegraph message in
his hand. "You are a most wonderful young woman," he said; "read that."
"I have been told so by more observing men than you, Prince von
Steinheimer," said the girl, taking the telegram. It was from the
manager of the bank in Vienna, and it ran: "Special messenger leaves
with package by the Meran express to-night."
"Just as I thought," said Miss Jennie; "the diamonds never left the
bank. I suppose those idiots of servants which the Princess has round
her didn't know what they took away from Vienna and what they left.
Then, when the diamonds were missing, they completely lost their
heads--not that anyone in the castle has much wit to spare. I never saw
such an incompetent lot."
The Prince laughed.
"You think, perhaps, I have not wit enough to see that my wife cares for
me, is that it? Is that why you gave me my own letters?"
"Oh, you are well mated! The Princess now does me the honour of being
jealous. Think of that! As if it were possible that I should take any
interest in you, for I have seen real men in my time."
The Prince regarded her with his most severe expression.
"Are you not flattering yourself somewhat, young lady?"
"Oh, dear no! I take it as the reverse of flattering to be supposed that
I have any liking for such a ninny as you are. Flattering, indeed! And
she has haughtily dismissed me, if you please."
"The Princess has? What have you been saying to her?"
"Oh, I made the most innocent remark, and it was the truth too, which
shows that honesty is not always the best policy. I merely told her that
you had offered me ten times the amount of money she is paying me. You
needn't jump as if somebody had shot off a gun at your ear. You know you
did make such an offer."
"You confounded little mischief-maker," cried the Prince in anger. "Did
you tell her what it was for?"
"No. She did not ask."
"I will thank you to apply the cleverness you seem to possess to the
undoing of the harm you have so light-heartedly caused."
"How can I? I am ordered to leave to-night, when I did _so_ wish to stay
and see the diamond _denouement_."
"You are not going to-night. I shall speak to the Princess about it if
that should be necessary. Your mention of the diamonds reminds me that
my respected father-in-law, Mr. Briggs, informs me that a celebrated
detective, whom it seems he has engaged--Taylor, I think the name
is--will be here to-morrow to explain the diamond mystery, so you see
you have a competitor."
"Oh, is Cadbury coming? That is too jolly for anything. I simply _must_
stay and hear his explanation, for he is a very famous detective, and
the conclusions he has arrived at must be most interesting."
"I think some explanations are due to me as well. My worthy
father-in-law seems to have commissioned this person without thinking it
necessary to consult me in the least; in fact, Mr. Briggs goes about the
castle looking so dark and lowering when he meets me, that I sometimes
doubt whether this is my own house or not."
"And is it?"
"Is it what?"
"Is it your own house? I was told it was mortgaged up to the tallest
turret. Still, you can't blame Mr. Briggs for being anxious about the
diamonds; they belong to his daughter."
"They belong to my wife."
"True. That complicates matters a bit, and gives both Chicago and Vienna
a right to look black. And now, your Highness, I must take my leave of
you; and if the diamonds come safely in the morning, remember I intend
to claim salvage on them. Meanwhile, I am going to write a nice little
story about them."
In the morning the diamonds arrived by special messenger, who first
took a formal receipt for them, and then most obsequiously took his
departure. By the same train came Mr. Cadbury Taylor, as modest as ever,
but giving some indication in his bearing of the importance of the
discovery his wonderful system had aided him in making. He blandly
evaded the curiosity of Mr. Briggs, and said it would perhaps be better
to reveal the secret in the presence of the Prince and Princess, as his
investigations had led him to conclusions that might be unpleasant for
one of them to hear, yet were not to be divulged in their absence.
"Just what I suspected," muttered Mr. Briggs, who had long been
convinced that the Prince was the actual culprit.
The important gathering took place in the library, the Prince, with the
diamonds in his coat pocket, seated at the head of the long table, while
the Princess sat at the foot, as far from her husband as she could
conveniently get without attracting notice. Miss Baxter stood near a
window, reading an important letter from London which had reached her
that morning. The tall, thin detective and the portly Mr. Briggs came in
together, the London man bowing gravely to the Prince and Princess. Mr.
Briggs took a seat at the side of the table, but the detective remained
standing, looking questioningly at Miss Baxter, but evidently not
recognizing her as the lady who had come in upon him and his friend when
they had entered the train.
"I beg the pardon of your Highness, but what I have to say had better be
said with as few hearers as possible. I should be much obliged if this
young person would read her correspondence in another room."
"The young woman," said the Prince coldly, "is secretary to her
Highness, and is entirely in her confidence."
The Princess said nothing, but sat with her eyes upon the table,
apparently taking no note of what was going on. Rich colour came into
her face, and, as the keen detective cast a swift glance at her, he saw
before him a woman conscious of her guilt, fearing exposure, yet not
knowing how to avert it.
"If your Highness will excuse my persistence," began Mr. Taylor blandly.
"But I will not," interrupted the Prince gruffly. "Go on with your story
without so much circumlocution."
The detective, apparently unruffled by the discourtesy he met, bowed
profoundly towards the Prince, cleared his throat, and began.
"May I ask your Highness," he said, addressing himself to the Princess,
"how much money you possessed just before you left Vienna?"
The lady looked up at him in surprise, but did not answer.
"In Heaven's name, what has that to do with the loss of the diamonds?"
rapped out the Prince, his hot temper getting once more the better of
him. Cadbury Taylor spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders in
protest at the interruption. He spoke with deference, but nevertheless
there was a touch of reproach in his tone.
"I am accustomed to being listened to with patience, and am generally
allowed to tell my story my own way, your Highness."
"What I complain of is that you are not telling any story at all, but
are asking instead a very impertinent question."
"Questions which seem to you irrelevant may be to a trained mind most--"
"Bosh! Trained donkeys! Do you know where the diamonds are?"
"Yes, I do," answered Cadbury Taylor, still imperturbable, in spite of
the provocation he was receiving.
"Well, where are they?"
"They are in the vaults of your bank in Vienna."
"I don't believe it. Who stole them then?"
"They were put there by her Highness the Princess von Steinheimer,
doubtless in security for money--"
"What!" roared the Prince, springing to his feet, his stentorian voice
ringing to the ceiling. "Do you mean to insinuate, you villain, that my
wife stole her own diamonds?"
"If your Highness would allow me to proceed in my own--"
"Enough of this fooling. There are the diamonds," cried the Prince,
jerking the box from his pocket and flinging it on the table.
"There!" shouted old man Briggs, bringing his clenched fist down on the
oak. "What did I tell you? I knew it all along. The Prince stole the
diamonds, and in his excitement yanks them out of his pocket and proves
it. That was _my_ opinion all along!"
"Oh, father, father!" moaned the Princess, speaking for the first time.
"How can you say such a thing? My husband couldn't do a mean action if
he tried. The idea of him stealing the diamonds! Not if they were worth
a thousand millions and detection impossible."
The Prince, who had been glaring at Mr. Briggs, and who seemed on the
point of giving that red-faced gentleman a bit of his mind, turned a
softened gaze upon his wife, who rested her arms on the table and buried
her face in them.
"Come, come," cried Miss Jennie Baxter, stepping energetically forward;
"I imagine everybody has had enough of this. Clear out, Mr. Briggs, and
take Mr. Taylor with you; I am sure he has not had any breakfast yet,
and he certainly looks hungry. If you hire detectives, Mr. Briggs, you
must take care of them. Out you go. The dining-room is ever so much more
inviting just now than the library; and if you don't see what you want,
ring for it."
She drove the two speechless men out before her, and, closing the door,
said to the Prince, who was still standing bewildered at having his hand
forced in this manner,--
"There! Two fools from four leaves two. Now, my dears--I'm not going to
Highness either of you--you are simply two lone people who like
each other immensely, yet who are drifting apart through foolish
misunderstandings that a few words would put right if either of you had
sense enough to speak them, which you haven't, and that's why I'm here
to speak them for you. Now, madame, I am ready to swear that the Prince
has never said anything to me that did not show his deep love for you,
and if you had overheard us, you would not need me to tell you so. He
thinks that you have a fancy for that idiot von Schaumberg--not that I
ever saw the poor man; but he is bound to be an idiot, or the Prince
wouldn't be jealous of him. As nobody has stolen the diamonds after all
this fuss, so no one has stolen the affection of either of you from the
other. I can see by the way you look at each other that I won't need to
apologize for leaving you alone together while I run upstairs to pack."
"Oh, but you are not going to leave us?" cried the Princess.
"I should be delighted to stay; but there is no rest for the wicked, and
I must get back to London."
With that the girl ran to her room and there re-read the letter she had
received.
"Dear Miss Baxter (it ran),--We are in a very considerable dilemma here,
so I write asking you to see me in London without delay, going back to
the Tyrol later on if the investigation of the diamond mystery renders
your return necessary. The Duchess of Chiselhurst is giving a great ball
on the 29th. It is to be a very swagger affair, with notables from every
part of Europe, and they seem determined that no one connected with a
newspaper shall be admitted. We have set at work every influence to
obtain an invitation for a reporter, but without success, the reply
invariably given being that an official account will be sent to
the press. Now, I want you to set your ingenuity at work, and gain
admittance if possible, for I am determined to have an account of this
ball written in such a way that everyone who reads it will know that the
writer was present. If you can manage this, I can hardly tell you how
grateful the proprietor and myself will be.--Yours very truly,
"RADNOR HARDWICK."
Miss Jennie Baxter sat for some moments musing, with the letter in her
hand. She conned over in her mind the names of those who might be able
to assist her in this task, but she dismissed them one by one, well
knowing that if Mr. Hardwick and the proprietor of the _Bugle_ had
petitioned all their influential friends without avail, she could not
hope to succeed with the help of the very few important personages she
was acquainted with. She wondered if the Princess could get her an
invitation; then suddenly her eyes lit up, and she sprang eagerly to her
feet.
"What a fortunate thing it is," she cried aloud, "that I did not send
on the refusal of the Princess to the Duchess of Chiselhurst. I had
forgotten all about it until this moment."
CHAPTER VII.
JENNIE ARRANGES A CINDERELLA VISIT.
The room which had been allotted to Jennie Baxter in the Schloss
Steinheimer enjoyed a most extended outlook. A door-window gave access
to a stone balcony, which hung against the castle wall like a swallow's
nest at the eaves of a house. This balcony was just wide enough to give
ample space for one of the easy rocking-chairs which the Princess had
imported from America, and which Jennie thought were the only really
comfortable pieces of furniture the old stronghold possessed, much as
she admired the artistic excellence of the mediaeval chairs, tables, and
cabinets which for centuries had served the needs of the ancient line
that had lived in the Schloss. The rocking-chair was as modern as this
morning's daily paper; its woodwork painted a bright scarlet, its arms
like broad shelves, its rockers as sensitively balanced as a marine
compass; in fact, just such a chair as one would find dotted round
the vast verandah of an American summer hotel. In this chair sat Miss
Jennie, two open letters on her lap, and perplexity in the dainty little
frown that faintly ruffled the smoothness of her fair brow. The scene
from the high balcony was one to be remembered; but, although this was
her last day at the Castle, the girl saw nothing of the pretty town of
Meran so far below; the distant chalk-line down the slope beyond which
marked the turbulent course of the foaming Adege; the lofty mountains
all around, or the further snow-peaks, dazzling white against the deep
blue of the sky.
One of the epistles which lay on her lap was the letter she had received
from the editor recounting the difficulties he had met with while
endeavouring to make arrangements for reporting adequately the Duchess
of Chiselhurst's ball; the other was the still unanswered invitation
from the Duchess to the Princess. Jennie was flattered to know that
already the editor, who had engaged her with unconcealed reluctance,
expected her to accomplish what the entire staff were powerless to
effect. She knew that, had she but the courage, it was only necessary to
accept the invitation in the name of her present hostess, and attend the
great society function as Princess von Steinheimer. Yet she hesitated,
not so much on account of the manifest danger of discovery, but because
she had grown to like the Princess, and this impersonation, if it came
to the knowledge of the one most intimately concerned, as it was almost
sure to do, would doubtless be regarded as an unpardonable liberty. As
she swayed gently back and forth in the gaudy rocking-chair, she thought
of confessing everything to the Princess and asking her assistance; but
pondering on this, she saw that it was staking everything on one throw
of the dice. If the Princess refused, then the scheme became impossible,
as that lady herself would answer the letter of the Duchess and decline
the invitation. Jennie soothed her accusing conscience by telling
herself that this impersonation would do no harm to Princess von
Steinheimer, or to anyone else for that matter, while it would be of
inestimable assistance to her own journalistic career. From that
she drifted to meditation on the inequalities of this life--the
superabundance which some possess, while others, no less deserving, have
difficulty in obtaining the scant necessities. And this consoling train
of thought having fixed her resolve to take the goods the gods scattered
at her feet, or rather threw into her lap, she drew a long sigh of
determination as there came a gentle tap at the door of her room, and
the voice of the Princess herself said, "May I come in?"
Jennie, a rapid blush flaming her cheeks, sprang to her feet, flung the
letters on a table, and opened the door.
The visitor entered, looking attractive enough to be a princess of
fairyland, and greeted Miss Baxter most cordially.
"I am so sorry you are leaving," she said. "Cannot you be persuaded to
change your mind and stay with me? Where could you find a more lovely
view than this from your balcony here?"
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