In Secret Part 35
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"Yes."
"Where did you wire him?"
"At his apartment at Toul."
"All right. He was here on Friday.... Somehow I feel uneasy.... He has a way of smiling too brilliantly.... I suppose, after these experiences I'll remain a suspicious grouch all my life--but his papers were in order... I don't know just why I don't care for that type of man.... You're bound for somewhere or other via Mount Terrible, I understand?"
"Yes."
"This Captain Herts sent three of his own people over the Swiss wire the other evening. Did you know about it?"
McKay looked worried: "I'm sorry," he said. "Captain Herts proposed some such a.s.sistance but I declined. It wasn't necessary. Two on such a job are plenty; half-a-dozen endanger it."
Recklow shrugged: "I can't judge, not knowing details. Tell me, if you don't mind; have you been bothered at all so far by Boche agents?"
"Yes," nodded Evelyn Erith.
"You've already had some serious trouble?"
McKay said: "Our s.h.i.+p was torpedoed off Strathlone Head. In Scotland a dozen camouflaged Boches caught me napping in spite of being warned. It was very humiliating, Recklow."
"You can't trust a soul on this frontier either," returned Recklow with emphasis. "You cannot trust the Swiss on this border. Over ninety per cent. of them are German-Swiss, speak German exclusively along the Alsatian border. They are, I think, loyal Swiss, but their origin, propinquity, customs and all their affiliations incline them toward Germany rather than toward France.
"I believe, in the event of a Hun deluge, the Swiss on this border, and in the cantons adjoining, would defend their pa.s.ses to the last man. They really are first of all good Swiss. But," he shrugged, "don't trust their friends.h.i.+p for America or for France; that's all."
Miss Erith nodded. McKay said: "How about the frontier? I understand both borders are wired now as well as patrolled. Are the wires electrically charged?"
"No. There was some talk of doing it on both sides, but the French haven't and I don't think the Swiss ever intended to. You can get over almost anywhere with a short ladder or by digging under." He smiled: "In fact," he said, "I took the liberty of having a sapling ladder made for you in case you mean to cross to-night."
"Many thanks. Yes; we cross to-night."
"You go by the summit path past the Crucifix on the peak?"
"No, by the neck of woods under the peak."
"That might be wiser.... One never knows. ... I'm not quite at ease--Suppose I go as far as the Crucifix with you--"
"Thanks, no. I know the mountain and the neck of woods around the summit. I shall travel no path to-night."
There was a silence: Miss Erith's lovely face was turned tranquilly toward the flank of Mount Terrible. Both men looked sideways at her as though thinking the same thing.
Finally Recklow said: "In the event of trouble--you understand--it means merely detention and internment while you are on Swiss territory. But--if you leave it and go north--" He did not say any more.
McKay's sombre eyes rested on his in grim comprehension of all that Recklow had left unsaid. Swift and savage as would be the fate of a man caught within German frontiers on any such business as he was now engaged in, the fate of a woman would be unspeakable.
If Miss Erith noticed or understood the silence between these two men she gave no sign of comprehension.
Soft, lovely lights lay across the mountains; higher rocks were still ruddy in the rays of the declining sun.
"Do the Boche planes ever come over?" asked McKay.
"They did in 1914. But the Swiss stopped it."
"Our planes--do they violate the frontier at all?"
"They never have, so far. Tell me, McKay, how about your maps?"
"Rather inaccurate--excepting one. I drew that myself from memory, and I believe it is fairly correct."
Recklow unfolded a little map, marked a spot on it with his pencil and pa.s.sed it to McKay.
"It's for you," he said. "The sapling ladder lies under the filbert bushes in the gulley where I have marked the boundary. Wait till the patrol pa.s.ses. Then you have ten minutes. I'll come later and get the ladder if the patrol does not discover it."
A cat and her kittens came into the garden and Evelyn Erith seated herself on the gra.s.s to play with them, an attention gratefully appreciated by that feline family.
The men watched her with sober faces. Perhaps both were susceptible to her beauty, but there was also about this young American girl in all the freshness of her unmarred youth something that touched them deeply under the circ.u.mstances.
For this clean, wholesome girl was enlisted in a service the dangers of which were peculiarly horrible to her because of the b.e.s.t.i.a.l barbarity of the Boche. From the Hun--if ever she fell into their hands--the greatest mercy to be hoped for was a swift death unless she could forestall it with a swifter one from her own pistol carried for that particular purpose.
The death of youth is always shocking, yet that is an essential part of war. But this was no war within the meaning accepted by civilisation--this crusade of light against darkness, of cleanliness against corruption, this battle of normal minds against the diseased, perverted, and filthy ferocity of a people not merely reverted to honest barbarism, but also mentally mutilated, and now morally imbecile and utterly incompetent to understand the basic truths of that civilisation from which they had relapsed, and from which, G.o.d willing, they are to be ultimately and definitely kicked out forever.
The old mother cat lay on the gra.s.s blinking pleasantly at the setting sun; the kittens frisked and played with the gra.s.s-stem in Evelyn Erith's fingers, or chased their own ratty little tails in a perfect orgy of feline excitement.
Long bluish shadows spread delicate traceries on wall and gra.s.s; the sweet, persistent whistle of a blackbird intensified the calm of evening. It was hard to a.s.sociate any thought of violence and of devastation with the blessed sunset calm and the clean fragrance of this land of misty mountains and quiet pasture so innocently aloof from the strife and pa.s.sion of a dusty, noisy and struggling world.
Yet the red borders of that accursed land, the b.l.o.o.d.y altars of which were served by the priests of Baal, lay but a few scant kilometres to the north and east. And their stealthy emissaries were over the border and creeping like vermin among the uncontaminated fields of France.
"Even here," Recklow was saying, in a voice made low and cautious from habit, "the dirty Boche prowl among us under protean aspects.
One can never tell, never trust anybody--what with one thing and another and the Alsatian border so close--and those German-Swiss--always to be suspected and often impossible to distinguish--with their pig-eyes and bushy flat-backed heads--from the genuine Boche. ... Would Miss Erith like to have our little dinner served out here in the garden?"
Miss Erith was delightfully sure she would.
It was long after sunset, though still light, when the simple little meal ended; but they lingered over their coffee and cordial, exchanging ideas concerning preparations for their departure, which was now close at hand.
The lilac bloom faded from mountain and woodland; already meadow and pasture lay veiled under the thickening dusk. The last day-bird had piped its sleepy "lights out"; bats were flying high. When the moon rose the first nightingale acclaimed the pallid l.u.s.tre that fell in silver pools on walk and wall; and every flower sent forth its scented greeting.
Kay McKay and Evelyn Erith had been gone for nearly an hour; but Recklow still sat there at the little green table, an unlighted cigarette in his muscular fingers, his head slightly bent as though listening.
Once he rose as though on some impulse, went into the house, took a roll of fine wire, a small cowbell, a heavy pair of wire clippers and a pocket torch from his desk and pocketed them. A pair of automatic handcuffs he also took, and a dozen clips to fit the brace of pistols strapped under his armpits.
Then he returned to the garden; and for a long while he sat there, unstirring, just where the wall's shadow lay clean-cut across the gra.s.s, listening to the distant tinkle of cattle-bells on the unseen slope of Mount Terrible.
No shots had come from the patrol along the Franco-Swiss frontier; there was no sound save the ecstatic tumult of the nightingale drunk with moonlight, and, at intervals, the faint sound of a cowbell from those dark and distant pastures.
To this silent, listening man it seemed certain that his two guests had now safely crossed the boundary at the spot he had marked for McKay on the detail map. Yet he remained profoundly uneasy.
He waited a few moments longer; heard nothing to alarm him; and then he left the garden, going out by way of the house, and turned to lock the front door behind him.
In Secret Part 35
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