The Princess Dehra Part 14

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Without cry or struggle, Adolph sank forward; and the box locked, as the lid fell under him.

For a moment, the Duke held the body with his sword; then he slowly drew out the blade and wiped it on his handkerchief; while the dead man slipped from the desk and crumpled on the floor.

Lotzen looked down at him and shrugged his shoulders.

"You poor fool," he muttered-"why did you read what didn't concern you!"... He stooped and turned the body on its face. "No blood!-a neat thrust, truly."

He knew the room overlooked the King's private gardens, and, going to a window, he cautiously raised the sash. It was as he had thought:-below was a thick hedge of box-wood, that grew to within a foot of the palace wall, which at that point was blank. Fortune was still his friend, it seemed; and, with a smile, he carried the valet's body to the window and-after a quick survey of the garden to a.s.sure that no one was in sight-balanced it an instant on the cas.e.m.e.nt, then dropped it behind the hedge.



Drawing down the window he rearranged the curtains and returned to the desk.

"d.a.m.nation!" he exclaimed, as his eyes fell upon the box-"Locked!-the fool must have fallen on it."

He stood looking at it, frowning in indecision. He had intended to take the Book with him, trusting to conceal it under his short cavalry cape-but the box was impossible; not only was it considerably larger than the Laws, but its weight was amazing for its size.... Then he saw the open vault, and what to do was plain-he would follow the valet's plan.

None now would look in the box, and, for a time, the Book would be safer there than with him; later, he could arrange to get it-he knew the combination.... He laughed cynically-it was a pretty game, and the pleasanter because it would be played directly under the American's eye.

He carried the box into the vault, closed and locked the door, and, returning to the desk, put in place the papers disarranged by the valet's fall. Among them lay the blotter that had been in the Book of Laws. He studied it a moment ... made as though to tear it ... then folded it and put it in the inside pocket of his jacket. A last glance around the room a.s.sured him that everything was as he had found it. With a satisfied smile, he turned toward the corridor door, and his eyes rested on the portrait of His late Majesty. He stopped, and the smile changed to a sneer, and doffing his cap he bowed mockingly.

"My thanks, Sire, for dying so opportunely," he said; "may the devil keep you."

VII THE ARMISTICE OF MOURNING

And so Frederick the Fourth of Valeria slept with his fathers, and Dehra, his daughter, ruled, as Regent, in his stead.

In the great crypt of the Cathedral, among the other Dalbergs, they had laid him away, with all the pomp and circ.u.mstance that befit a king-within, the gorgeous uniforms and vestments, the chanting priests, the floating incense; without, the boom of cannon, the toll of bells, the solemn music of the bands, the click of hoofs, the rumble of the caissons, the tramp of many feet.

When it was all done, the visiting Princes hurried away, the governmental machinery sped on, the Capital took up its usual routine, and all that remained externally to remind the people of a ruler just and righteous, were the draped buildings and the c.r.a.pe upon the troops. And, at the dead's own express behest, even these had vanished on the fifteenth day after his demise. "Let the period of mourning be limited strictly to a fortnight, both for the Nation and my House," he had written, in his own hand, as a codicil to his Testament; and the Regent, with no shade of hesitation, had ordered it as he wished. She knew it was Frederick's last kindness to his subjects. A Court in sackcloth buries the Capital in ashes, drives the tradesmen into insolvency, and bores the n.o.bility well nigh into insanity or revolt.

And as she ordered, so she did-though sadly and regretfully-and, with a blessing upon her, the Court resumed its accustomed life and garb, and Dornlitz its gayety and pleasures. Yet Valeria was sorry enough at Frederick's demise-sorrier far than he would have believed it could be.

At the best, a King is of use, these days, only as a head for the Government-and when the new head is capable and popular, the old one is not missed for long.

As it was, the people had scarcely realized that Frederick was dead when they were met with the amazing Proclamation of Dehra's Regency; with the result that usually follows when sorrow and joy mingle, with joy mingling last.

In the interval, there had been no developments as to the Book of Laws.

The Duke of Lotzen had observed the very strictest of mourning; not transgressing, in the slightest particular, the most trivial canon of propriety. He had remained practically secluded in his big residence on the Alta Avenue, appearing in public only at intervals. He had paid his brief visit of condolence to the Princess and had been greeted by her with calm and formal dignity. He had made his call of ceremony upon the Governor of Dornlitz-the Archduke Armand-and had been received by him in the presence of half his Staff. Then, after the funeral of the dead King, he had settled down to wait the termination of the two weeks of enforced inactivity. He could well afford, for that long, to dally with the future. So he subdued his natural indisposition to quiet and orderly living, and sternly bade Bigler and the others do likewise, telling them that the search for the Laws and the removal of the American could abide for the time.

But never a word did he speak to them of having seen the Book and what Frederick had written the night before he died.

Sometime before midnight, of the day that Adolph, the valet, had been killed, the sergeant of the guard, in making his rounds, saw a man skulking in the private garden. At the order to stand, the fellow had dashed away, and, seemingly unharmed by the shot sent after him, he leaped the low wall into the park, where among the trees and bushes, he had little difficulty in escaping. The matter was duly reported to the officer of the day and an entry made of it, but as such occurrences were rather frequent in the park, due sometimes to petty pilferers from the town, and sometimes to soldiers out without pa.s.s, it received no special attention, beyond a cursory inspection of the locality the following morning.

Two days later, Adolph's body was discovered by a gardener who was clipping the hedge; and then it was remembered that the valet had not been seen since the morning after Frederick's death. No one had given him a thought-in truth, no one cared anything about him. Like most of his cla.s.s under such circ.u.mstances, he had won the cordial hatred of every one about the Court-a spoiled, impudent and lying knave. Busy with the royal funeral, and the great crowds it brought to the Capital, the police gave the matter scant regard-the fellow was known to them as a night prowler and a frequenter of questionable resorts, and to have had numerous escapades with married women; and the autopsy indicating he had been dead at least thirty-six hours, they had promptly ascribed the death to the skulker shot at by the sergeant. There was no other clue to work on, so, after a perfunctory search, they shrugged it over among the other unsolved. What was the use of bothering about a valet, any way! Besides, it was a case to let alone, unless special orders came from higher powers.

So they saw to it that the affair was entirely suppressed-such happenings around royal palaces are not for the public-and the information was casually given out that the King's valet was so distressed, by his royal master's death, he found it quite impossible to remain in Dornlitz, and had returned to France.

Once again, had the fickle G.o.ddess smiled upon the Duke of Lotzen, still captivated, doubtless, by the very debonairness of his villainy and his steady gambler's nerve.

And all unwittingly the Archduke Armand had played directly into Lotzen's hands. Out of consideration for the Princess, he had insisted that they forget the Book of Laws until the period of mourning were pa.s.sed, and Dehra, against her better judgment, had consented, though only upon condition that they two should first make a thorough search of her father's apartments, which they did the following morning; she even climbing up and looking behind the large pictures-much to Armand's amus.e.m.e.nt; he asking what would be the King's object in concealing the Book in such a place; and she retorting that, as there was no reason at all for concealing it, the unreasonable place was the most likely.

And in that she was very right; for the box itself was now the most unreasonable place, yet even her woman's fancy stopped short of it.

The period of official mourning expired on the twentieth, and on the twenty-first, the Princess telephoned to the Archduke to ride out to the Palace for luncheon that day, and to bring the American Amba.s.sador with him-unless Mr. Courtney would object to being with Helen Radnor-and that the day being very warm they would be served under the trees near the sun dial, below the marble terrace-and that he and Courtney should join them there-and that Helen was with her now. And Armand had laughed and readily promised for them both.

As he hung up the receiver, Colonel Bernheim stood in the doorway, and he nodded for him to come in.

Bernheim saluted and crossing to the desk put down a small package, about as large as one's fist.

"My lord," he said, "here is the steel vest."

The Archduke leaned back and laughed.

"You say that as naturally as though it were my cap or gloves," he commented.

"And why not, sir-Ferdinand of Lotzen is in Dornlitz, and the truce is ended."

"The truce?"

"The truce of mourning-you were quite safe so long as it lasted; Moore and I made sure of that."

"Really, Colonel, you surprise me," said Armand. "How did you make sure?"

"By having some one buy Bigler plenty of wine, at the Club-and then putting together stray words he let slip."

The Archduke shook his head in mock reproof.

"You and Moore are a wonderful pair," he said. "You think for me more than I think for myself."

A smile touched Bernheim's stern mouth and impa.s.sive face.

"We need to, Your Highness," he answered. "You don't think at all; you leave it to Lotzen." He pushed the package a little nearer-"You will wear it, my lord?"

Armand took it, and, cutting the wrapper, shook out the wonderful steel vest, that had saved his life at the Vierle Masque when, from across the hedge, the a.s.sa.s.sin's dagger had sought his heart. It was, truly, a marvellous bit of craftsmans.h.i.+p; pliable as silk and scarcely more bulky, the tiny steel links so cunningly joined they had the appearance of dark gray cloth. He bent and twisted it in admiring contemplation. Verily, those armorers of old Milan understood their art-never could modern hand have forged and knit so perfect a garment. He found the mark on the back, where the bravo's weapon struck-only a scratch, so faint it was almost indistinguishable, yet the blow had sent him plunging on his face.

"It served you well that night," said Bernheim.

The Archduke smiled. "And as its owner always does;" he smiled-and the old Aide bowed-"but there is no Masque to-night."

"Every night, now, is a Masque for Lotzen-and every day, too."

"Heaven, man! you wouldn't have me wear this constantly?"

"No-not in bed;" then seriously-"but at all other times, sir."

Armand pushed the vest back on the desk and frowned.

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