Count Bunker Part 47
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"Ach, zank you--mine better angel!" he murmured, with a fervor that seemed not unpleasing to his rescuer.
"You really are a n.o.bleman in trouble?"
"I swear I am!"
"And didn't mean anything really wrong?"
"Never--oh, never!"
More kindly than before she murmured--
"Well, I guess I'll take you out, then. I've bribed Dugald, so that's all right. When my car's ready I'll send him up for you. You just lie still till he comes."
From which it appears that Count Bunker's appreciation of the s.e.x fell short of their meed.
Hardly daring to breathe for fear of awakening his fellow-prisoner, trembling with agitation, and consumed by a mad impatience for action, the Baron pa.s.sed five of the longest minutes he had ever endured. At the end of that time he heard a stealthy step upon the stairs, and with infinite precautions threw off his bedclothes and sat upright, ready for instant departure. But how slowly and with what a superfluity of precaution his jailor moved! When the door at length opened he wondered that no ray of light fell this time.
"Dugald!" he whispered eagerly.
"Hus.h.!.+" replied a softer voice than Dugald's; as soft, indeed, as Eleanor's, yet clearly different.
"Who is zat?" he gasped.
"Eva Gallos.h.!.+" said the silken voice. "Oh, is that you?"
"Yes--yes--it is me."
"And are you really a Baron and an amba.s.sador?"
"Oh yes--yes--certainly I am."
"Then--then I've come to help you to escape! I've bribed Dugald--and I've got a dog-cart here. Come quickly--but oh, be very quiet!"
For a moment the Baron actually hesitated to flee from that loathed apartment. It seemed to him that if Fortune desired to provide him with opportunities of escape she might have had the sense to offer these one at a time. For how could he tell which of these overtures to close with?
A wrong decision might be fatal; yet time unquestionably pressed.
"Mein Gott!" he muttered irresolutely, "vich shall I do?"
At that moment the other bed creaked, and, to his infinite horror, he heard a suspicious voice demand--
"Is that you talking, Rudolph?"
Poor Eva, who was quite unaware of the presence of another prisoner, uttered a stifled shriek; with a cry of "Fly, quickly!" the Baron leaped from his bed, and headlong down the wooden stairs they clattered for freedom.
A dim vision of the thrice-bribed Dugald, screeching, "The car's ready for ye, sir!" but increased their speed.
Outside, a motor car stood panting by the door, and in the youthful driver, turning a pale face toward them in the lamp's radiance, the Baron had just time to recognize his first fair deliverer.
"Good-bye!" he whispered to his second, and flung himself in.
Some one followed him; the door was slammed, and with a mighty throbbing they began to move.
"Rudolph! Rudolph!" wailed a voice behind them.
"Zank ze goodness SHE is not here!" exclaimed the Baron.
"Whisht! whisht!" he could hear Dugald expostulate.
With a violent start he turned to the fellow-pa.s.senger who had followed him in.
"Are you not Dugald?" he demanded hoa.r.s.ely.
"No--it's--it's me! I dursn't wait for my dog-cart!"
"Eva!" he murmured. "Oh, Himmel! Vat shall I do?"
Only a screen of gla.s.s separated his two rescuers, and the one had but to turn her head and look inside, or the other to study with any attention the roll of hair beneath their driver's cap, in order to lead to most embarra.s.sing consequences. Not that it was his fault he should receive such universal sympathy: but would these charming ladies admit his innocence?
"How thoughtful of Dugald to have this car----" began Eva.
"Hus.h.!.+" he muttered hoa.r.s.ely. "Yes, it was thoughtful, but you most not speak too loudly."
"For fear----?" she smiled, and turned her eyes instinctively toward their driver.
"Excuse me," he muttered, sweeping her as gently as possible from her seat and placing her upon the floor.
"It vill not do for zem to see you," he explained in a whisper.
"How awful a position," he reflected. "Oh, I hope it may still be dark ven we get to ze station."
But with rising concern he presently perceived that the telegraph posts along the roadside were certainly grown plainer already; he could even see the two thin wires against a paling sky; the road behind was visible for half a mile; the hill-tops might no longer be confounded with the clouds-day indubitably was breaking. Also he recollected that to go from Lincoln Lodge to Torrydhulish Station one had to make a vast detour round half the loch; and, further, began to suspect that though Miss Maddison's driving was beyond reproach her knowledge of topography was scarcely so dependable. In point of fact she increased the distance by at least a third, and all the while day was breaking more fatally clear.
To discourage Miss Gallosh's efforts at conversation, yet keep her sitting contentedly upon the floor; to appear asleep whenever Miss Maddison turned her head and threw a glance inside, and to devise some adequate explanation against the inevitable discovery at the end of their drive, provided him with employment worthy of a diplomatist's steel. But now, at last, they were within sight of railway signals and a long embankment; and over a pine wood a stream of smoke moved with a swelling roar. Then into plain view broke the engine and carriage after carriage racing behind. Regardless of risk, he leaped from his seat and flung up the window, crying--
"Ach, look! Ve shall be late!"
"That train is going north," said Eleanor. "Guess we've half an hour good before yours comes in."
So little can mortals read the stars that he heaved a sigh of relief, and even murmured--
"Ve have timed him very luckily!"
Ten minutes later they descended the hill to Torrydhulish Station. The north-going train had paid its brief call and vanished nearly from sight again; no one seemed to be moving about the station, and the Baron told himself that nothing worse remained than the exercise of a little tact in parting with his deliverers.
"Ach! I shall carry it off gaily," he thought, and leaping lightly to the ground, exclaimed with a genial air, as he gave his hand to Eva.
"Vell! Now have I a leetle surprise for you, ladies!"
Count Bunker Part 47
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