A Splendid Hazard Part 31
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It's the steward's champagne c.o.c.ktail; and you know how good they are.
And remember, if you will put your head into the clouds, don't take your feet off the deck."
Fitzgerald expanded under his tactful interpretation. A long breath of relief issued from his heart, and the rending doubt was dissipated: the vulture-shadow spread its dark pennons and wheeled down the west. A priceless thing is that friend upon whom one may s.h.i.+ft the part of a burden. It seemed to be one of Cathewe's occupations in life to absorb, in a kindly, unemotional manner, other people's troubles. It is this type of man, too, who rarely shares his own.
It would be rather graceless to say that after drinking the c.o.c.ktail Fitzgerald resumed his aforetime rosal lenses. He was naturally at heart an optimist, as are all men of action. And so the admiral, who had begun to look upon him with puzzled commiseration, came to the conclusion that the young man's liver had resumed its normal functions.
An old woman would have diagnosed the case as one of heart (as Mrs.
Coldfield secretly and readily and happily did); but an old fellow like the admiral generally compromises on the liver.
When one has journeyed for days on the unquiet sea, a touch of land underfoot renews, Antaeus-wise, one's strength and mental activity; so a festive spirit presided at the dinner table. The admiral determined to vault the enforced repression of his secret. Inasmuch as it must be told, the present seemed a propitious moment. He signed for the attendants to leave the salon, and then rapped on the table for silence. He obtained it easily enough.
"My friends," he began, "where do you think this boat is really going?"
"Ma.r.s.eilles," answered Coldfield.
"Where else?" cried M. Ferraud, as if diversion from that course was something of an improbability.
"Corsica. We can leave you at Ma.r.s.eilles, Mr. Ferraud, if you wish; but I advise you to remain with us. It will be something to tell in your old age."
Cathewe glanced across to Fitzgerald, as if to ask: "Do you know anything about this?" Fitzgerald, catching the sense of this mute inquiry, nodded affirmatively.
"Corsica is a beautiful place," said Hildegarde. "I spent a spring in Ajaccio."
"Well, that is our port," confessed the admiral, laying his precious doc.u.ments on the table. "The fact is, we are going to dig up a treasure," with a flourish.
Laughter and incredulous exclamations followed this statement.
"Pirates?" cried Coldfield, with a good-natured jeer. He had cruised with the admiral before. "Where's the cutla.s.s and jolly-roger? Yo-ho!
and a bottle o' rum!"
"Yes. And where's the other s.h.i.+p following at our heels, as they always do in treasure hunts, the rival pirates who will cut our throats when we have dug up the treasure?"--from Cathewe.
"Treasures!" mumbled M. Ferraud from behind his pineapple. Carefully he avoided Fitzgerald's gaze, but he noted the expression on Breitmann's face. It was not pleasant.
"Just a moment," the admiral requested patiently. "I know it smells fishy. Laura, go ahead and read the doc.u.ments to the unbelieving giaours. Mr. Fitzgerald knows and so does Mr. Breitmann."
"Tell us about it, Laura. No joking, now," said Coldfield, surrendering his incredulity with some hesitance. "And if the treasure involves no fighting or diplomatic tangle, count me in. Think of it, Jane," turning to his wife; "two old church-goers like you and me, a-going after a pirate's treasure! Doesn't it make you laugh?"
Laura unfolded the story, and when she came to the end, the excitement was hot and Babylonic. Napoleon! What a word! A treasure put together to rescue him from St. Helena! Gold, French gold, English gold, Spanish and Austrian gold, all mildewing in a rotting chest somewhere back of Ajaccio! It was unbelievable, fantastic as one of those cinematograph pictures, running backward.
"But what are you going to do with it when you find it?"
"Findings is keepings," quoted the admiral. "Perhaps divide it, perhaps turn it over to France, providing France agrees to use it for charitable purposes."
"A fine plan, is it not, Mr. Breitmann?" said M. Ferraud.
"Findings is keepings," repeated Breitmann, with a pale smile.
The eyes of Hildegarde von Mitter burned and burned. Could she but read what lay behind that impa.s.sive face! And he took it all with a smile! What would he do? what would he do now? kept recurring in her mind. She knew the man, or at least she thought she did; and she was aware that there existed in his soul dark caverns which she had never dared to explore. Yes, what would he do now? How would he put his hand upon this gold? She trembled with apprehension.
And later, when she found the courage to put the question boldly, he answered with a laugh, so low and yet so wild with fury that she drew away from him in dumb terror.
CHAPTER XIX
BREITMANN MAKES HIS FIRST BLUNDER
The secretary nerved himself and waited; and yet he knew what her reply would be, even before she framed it, knew it with that indescribable certainty which prescience occasionally grants in the s.p.a.ce of a moment. Before he had spoken there had been hope to stand upon, for she had always been gentle and kindly toward him, not a whit less than she had been to the others.
"Mr. Breitmann, I am sorry. I never dreamed of this;" nor had she.
She had forgotten Europeans seldom understand the American girl as she is or believe that the natural buoyancy of spirit is as free from purpose or intent as the play of a child. But in this moment she remembered her little and perfectly inconsequent attentions toward this man, and seeing them from his viewpoint she readily forgave him.
Abroad, she was always on guard; but here, among her own compatriots who accepted her as she was, she had excusably forgotten. "I am sorry if you have misunderstood me in any way."
"I could no more help loving you than that those stars should cease to s.h.i.+ne to-night," his voice heavy with emotion.
"I am sorry," she could only repeat. Men had spoken to her like this before, and always had the speech been new to her and always had a great and tender pity charged her heart. And perhaps her pity for this one was greater than any she had previously known; he seemed so lonely.
"Sorry, sorry! Does that mean there is no hope?"
"None, Mr. Breitmann, none."
"Is there another?" his throat swelling. But before she could answer: "Pardon me; I did not mean that. I have no right to ask such a question."
"And I should not have answered it to any but my father, Mr.
Breitmann." She extended her hand. "Let us forget that you have spoken. I should like you for a friend."
Without a word he took the hand and kissed it. He made no effort to hold it, and it slipped from his clasp easily.
"Goodnight."
"Good night." And he never lost sight of her till she entered the salon-cabin. He saw a star fall out of nothing into nothing. She was sorry! The moment brewed a thousand wild suggestions. To abduct her, to carry her away into the mountains, to cast his dream to the four winds, to take her in spite of herself. He laid his hand on the teak railing, wondering at the sudden wracking pain, a pain which unlinked coherent thought and left his mind stagnant and inert. For the first time he realized that his pain was a recurrence of former ones similar.
Why? He did not know. He only remembered that he had had the pain at the back of his head and that it was generally followed by a burning fury, a rage to rend and destroy things. What was the matter?
The damp rail was cool and refres.h.i.+ng, and after a spell the pain diminished. He shook himself free and stood straight, his jaws hard and his eyes, absorbing what light there was from the stars, chatoyant.
Sorry! So be it. To have humbled himself before this American girl and to be snubbed for his pains! But, patience! Two million francs and his friends awaiting the word from him. She was sorry! He laughed, and the laughter was not unlike that which a few nights gone had startled the ears of the other woman to whom he had once appealed in pa.s.sionate tones and not without success.
"Karl!"
The sight of Hildegarde at this moment neither angered nor pleased him.
He permitted her hand to lay upon his arm.
"My head aches," he said, as if replying to the unspoken question in her eyes.
"Karl, why not give it up?" she pleaded.
"Give it up? What! when I have come this far, when I have gone through what I have? Oh, no! Do not think so little of me as that."
"But it is a dream!"
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