CHAPTER I.
THE next five weeks were spent by Gemma and the Gadfly in a whirlof excitement and overwork which left them little time or energy forthinking about their personal affairs. When the arms had been safelysmuggled into Papal territory there remained a still more difficult anddangerous task: that of conveying them unobserved from the secret storesin the mountain caverns and ravines to the various local centres andthence to the separate villages. The whole district was swarming withspies; and Domenichino, to whom the Gadfly had intrusted the ammunition,sent into Florence a messenger with an urgent appeal for either help orextra time. The Gadfly had insisted that the work should be finishedby the middle of June; and what with the difficulty of conveying heavytransports over bad roads, and the endless hindrances and delays causedby the necessity of continually evading observation, Domenichino wasgrowing desperate. "I am between Scylla and Charybdis," he wrote. "Idare not work quickly, for fear of detection, and I must not work slowlyif we are to be ready in time. Either send me efficient help at once, orlet the Venetians know that we shall not be ready till the first week inJuly."
The Gadfly carried the letter to Gemma and, while she read it, satfrowning at the floor and stroking the cat's fur the wrong way.
"This is bad," she said. "We can hardly keep the Venetians waiting forthree weeks."
"Of course we can't; the thing is absurd. Domenichino m-mightunders-s-stand that. We must follow the lead of the Venetians, not theyours."
"I don't see that Domenichino is to blame; he has evidently done hisbest, and he can't do impossibilities."
"It's not in Domenichino that the fault lies; it's in the fact ofhis being one person instead of two. We ought to have at least oneresponsible man to guard the store and another to see the transportsoff. He is quite right; he must have efficient help."
"But what help are we going to give him? We have no one in Florence tosend."
"Then I m-must go myself."
She leaned back in her chair and looked at him with a little frown.
"No, that won't do; it's too risky."
"It will have to do if we can't f-f-find any other way out of thedifficulty."
"Then we must find another way, that's all. It's out of the question foryou to go again just now."
An obstinate line appeared at the corners of his under lip.
"I d-don't see that it's out of the question."
"You will see if you think about the thing calmly for a minute. It isonly five weeks since you got back; the police are on the scent aboutthat pilgrim business, and scouring the country to find a clue. Yes, Iknow you are clever at disguises; but remember what a lot of people sawyou, both as Diego and as the countryman; and you can't disguise yourlameness or the scar on your face."
"There are p-plenty of lame people in the world."
"Yes, but there are not plenty of people in the Romagna with a lame footand a sabre-cut across the cheek and a left arm injured like yours, andthe combination of blue eyes with such dark colouring."
"The eyes don't matter; I can alter them with belladonna."
"You can't alter the other things. No, it won't do. For you to go therejust now, with all your identification-marks, would be to walk into atrap with your eyes open. You would certainly be taken."
"But s-s-someone must help Domenichino."
"It will be no help to him to have you caught at a critical moment likethis. Your arrest would mean the failure of the whole thing."
But the Gadfly was difficult to convince, and the discussion went onand on without coming nearer to any settlement. Gemma was beginning torealize how nearly inexhaustible was the fund of quiet obstinacy inhis character; and, had the matter not been one about which she feltstrongly, she would probably have yielded for the sake of peace. This,however, was a case in which she could not conscientiously give way; thepractical advantage to be gained from the proposed journey seemed to hernot sufficiently important to be worth the risk, and she could not helpsuspecting that his desire to go was prompted less by a conviction ofgrave political necessity than by a morbid craving for the excitement ofdanger. He had got into the habit of risking his neck, and his tendencyto run into unnecessary peril seemed to her a form of intemperancewhich should be quietly but steadily resisted. Finding all her argumentsunavailing against his dogged resolve to go his own way, she fired herlast shot.
"Let us be honest about it, anyway," she said; "and call things bytheir true names. It is not Domenichino's difficulty that makes you sodetermined to go. It is your own personal passion for----"
"It's not true!" he interrupted vehemently. "He is nothing to me; Idon't care if I never see him again."
He broke off, seeing in her face that he had betrayed himself. Theireyes met for an instant, and dropped; and neither of them uttered thename that was in both their minds.
"It--it is not Domenichino I want to save," he stammered at last, withhis face half buried in the cat's fur; "it is that I--I understand thedanger of the work failing if he has no help."
She passed over the feeble little subterfuge, and went on as if therehad been no interruption:
"It is your passion for running into danger which makes you want to gothere. You have the same craving for danger when you are worried thatyou had for opium when you were ill."
"It was not I that asked for the opium," he said defiantly; "it was theothers who insisted on giving it to me."
"I dare say. You plume yourself a little on your stoicism, and toask for physical relief would have hurt your pride; but it is ratherflattered than otherwise when you risk your life to relieve theirritation of your nerves. And yet, after all, the distinction is amerely conventional one."
He drew the cat's head back and looked down into the round, green eyes."Is it true, Pasht?" he said. "Are all these unkind things true thatyour mistress is s-saying about me? Is it a case of mea culpa; meam-maxima culpa? You wise beast, you never ask for opium, do you? Yourancestors were gods in Egypt, and no man t-trod on their tails. Iwonder, though, what would become of your calm superiority to earthlyills if I were to take this paw of yours and hold it in the c-candle.Would you ask me for opium then? Would you? Or perhaps--for death? No,pussy, we have no right to die for our personal convenience. We may spitand s-swear a bit, if it consoles us; but we mustn't pull the paw away."
"Hush!" She took the cat off his knee and put it down on a footstool."You and I will have time for thinking about those things later on. Whatwe have to think of now is how to get Domenichino out of his difficulty.What is it, Katie; a visitor? I am busy."
"Miss Wright has sent you this, ma'am, by hand."
The packet, which was carefully sealed, contained a letter, addressedto Miss Wright, but unopened and with a Papal stamp. Gemma's old schoolfriends still lived in Florence, and her more important letters wereoften received, for safety, at their address.
"It is Michele's mark," she said, glancing quickly over the letter,which seemed to be about the summer-terms at a boarding house in theApennines, and pointing to two little blots on a corner of the page."It is in chemical ink; the reagent is in the third drawer of thewriting-table. Yes; that is it."
He laid the letter open on the desk and passed a little brush over itspages. When the real message stood out on the paper in a brilliant blueline, he leaned back in his chair and burst out laughing.
"What is it?" she asked hurriedly. He handed her the paper.
"DOMENICHINO HAS BEEN ARRESTED. COME AT ONCE."
She sat down with the paper in her hand and stared hopelessly at theGadfly.
"W-well?" he said at last, with his soft, ironical drawl; "are yousatisfied now that I must go?"
"Yes, I suppose you must," she answered, sighing. "And I too."
He looked up with a little start. "You too? But----"
"Of course. It will be very awkward, I know, to be left without anyonehere in Florence; but everything must go to the wall now except theproviding of an extra pair of hands."
"There are plenty of hands to
be got there."
"They don't belong to people whom you can trust thoroughly, though. Yousaid yourself just now that there must be two responsible personsin charge; and if Domenichino couldn't manage alone it is evidentlyimpossible for you to do so. A person as desperately compromised as youare is very much handicapped, remember, in work of that kind, andmore dependent on help than anyone else would be. Instead of you andDomenichino, it must be you and I."
He considered for a moment, frowning.
"Yes, you are quite right," he said; "and the sooner we go the better.But we must not start together. If I go off to-night, you can take, say,the afternoon coach to-morrow."
"Where to?"
"That we must discuss. I think I had b-b-better go straight in toFaenza. If I start late to-night and ride to Borgo San Lorenzo I can getmy disguise arranged there and go straight on."
"I don't see what else we can do," she said, with an anxious littlefrown; "but it is very risky, your going off in such a hurry andtrusting to the smugglers finding you a disguise at Borgo. You ought tohave at least three clear days to double on your trace before you crossthe frontier."
"You needn't be afraid," he answered, smiling; "I may get taken furtheron, but not at the frontier. Once in the hills I am as safe as here;there's not a smuggler in the Apennines that would betray me. What I amnot quite sure about is how you are to get across."
"Oh, that is very simple! I shall take Louisa Wright's passport and gofor a holiday. No one knows me in the Romagna, but every spy knows you."
"F-fortunately, so does every smuggler."
She took out her watch.
"Half-past two. We have the afternoon and evening, then, if you are tostart to-night."
"Then the best thing will be for me to go home and settle everythingnow, and arrange about a good horse. I shall ride in to San Lorenzo; itwill be safer."
"But it won't be safe at all to hire a horse. The owner will-----"
"I shan't hire one. I know a man that will lend me a horse, and that canbe trusted. He has done things for me before. One of the shepherdswill bring it back in a fortnight. I shall be here again by five orhalf-past, then; and while I am gone, I w-want you to go and findMartini and exp-plain everything to him."
"Martini!" She turned round and looked at him in astonishment.
"Yes; we must take him into confidence--unless you can think of anyoneelse."
"I don't quite understand what you mean."
"We must have someone here whom we can trust, in case of any specialdifficulty; and of all the set here Martini is the man in whom I havemost confidence. Riccardo would do anything he could for us, of course;but I think Martini has a steadier head. Still, you know him better thanI do; it is as you think."
"I have not the slightest doubt as to Martini's trustworthiness andefficiency in every respect; and I think he would probably consent togive us any help he could. But----"
He understood at once.
"Gemma, what would you feel if you found out that a comrade in bitterneed had not asked you for help you might have given, for fear ofhurting or distressing you? Would you say there was any true kindness inthat?"
"Very well," she said, after a little pause; "I will send Katie round atonce and ask him to come; and while she is gone I will go to Louisa forher passport; she promised to lend it whenever I want one. What aboutmoney? Shall I draw some out of the bank?"
"No; don't waste time on that; I can draw enough from my account to lastus for a bit. We will fall back on yours later on if my balance runsshort. Till half-past five, then; I shall be sure to find you here, ofcourse?"
"Oh, yes! I shall be back long before then."
Half an hour after the appointed time he returned, and found Gemmaand Martini sitting on the terrace together. He saw at once that theirconversation had been a distressing one; the traces of agitation werevisible in both of them, and Martini was unusually silent and glum.
"Have you arranged everything?" she asked, looking up.
"Yes; and I have brought you some money for the journey. The horse willbe ready for me at the Ponte Rosso barrier at one in the night."
"Is not that rather late? You ought to get into San Lorenzo before thepeople are up in the morning."
"So I shall; it's a very fast horse; and I don't want to leave herewhen there's a chance of anyone noticing me. I shan't go home any more;there's a spy watching at the door, and he thinks me in."
"How did you get out without his seeing you?"
"Out of the kitchen window into the back garden and over the neighbour'sorchard wall; that's what makes me so late; I had to dodge him. I leftthe owner of the horse to sit in the study all the evening with the lamplighted. When the spy sees the light in the window and a shadow onthe blind he will be quite satisfied that I am writing at home thisevening."
"Then you will stay here till it is time to go to the barrier?"
"Yes; I don't want to be seen in the street any more to-night. Have acigar, Martini? I know Signora Bolla doesn't mind smoke."
"I shan't be here to mind; I must go downstairs and help Katie with thedinner."
When she had gone Martini got up and began to pace to and fro with hishands behind his back. The Gadfly sat smoking and looking silently outat the drizzling rain.
"Rivarez!" Martini began, stopping in front of him, but keeping his eyeson the ground; "what sort of thing are you going to drag her into?"
The Gadfly took the cigar from his mouth and blew away a long trail ofsmoke.
"She has chosen for herself," he said, "without compulsion on anyone'spart."
"Yes, yes--I know. But tell me----"
He stopped.
"I will tell you anything I can."
"Well, then--I don't know much about the details of these affairs in thehills,--are you going to take her into any very serious danger?"
"Do you want the truth?"
"Yes."
"Then--yes."
Martini turned away and went on pacing up and down. Presently he stoppedagain.
"I want to ask you another question. If you don't choose to answer it,you needn't, of course; but if you do answer, then answer honestly. Areyou in love with her?"
The Gadfly deliberately knocked the ash from his cigar and went onsmoking in silence.
"That means--that you don't choose to answer?"
"No; only that I think I have a right to know why you ask me that."
"Why? Good God, man, can't you see why?"
"Ah!" He laid down his cigar and looked steadily at Martini. "Yes," hesaid at last, slowly and softly. "I am in love with her. But you needn'tthink I am going to make love to her, or worry about it. I am only goingto----"
His voice died away in a strange, faint whisper. Martini came a stepnearer.
"Only going--to----"
"To die."
He was staring straight before him with a cold, fixed look, as if hewere dead already. When he spoke again his voice was curiously lifelessand even.
"You needn't worry her about it beforehand," he said; "but there's notthe ghost of a chance for me. It's dangerous for everyone; that sheknows as well as I do; but the smugglers will do their best to preventher getting taken. They are good fellows, though they are a bit rough.As for me, the rope is round my neck, and when I cross the frontier Ipull the noose."
"Rivarez, what do you mean? Of course it's dangerous, and particularlyso for you; I understand that; but you have often crossed the frontierbefore and always been successful."
"Yes, and this time I shall fail."
"But why? How can you know?"
The Gadfly smiled drearily.
"Do you remember the German legend of the man that died when he met hisown Double? No? It appeared to him at night in a lonely place, wringingits hands in despair. Well, I met mine the last time I was in the hills;and when I cross the frontier again I shan't come back."
Martini came up to him and put a hand on the back of his chair.
"Listen, Rivarez; I don't understand
a word of all this metaphysicalstuff, but I do understand one thing: If you feel about it that way, youare not in a fit state to go. The surest way to get taken is to go witha conviction that you will be taken. You must be ill, or out of sortssomehow, to get maggots of that kind into your head. Suppose I goinstead of you? I can do any practical work there is to be done, and youcan send a message to your men, explaining------"
"And let you get killed instead? That would be very clever."
"Oh, I'm not likely to get killed! They don't know me as they do you.And, besides, even if I did------"
He stopped, and the Gadfly looked up with a slow, inquiring gaze.Martini's hand dropped by his side.
"She very likely wouldn't miss me as much as she would you," he saidin his most matter-of-fact voice. "And then, besides, Rivarez, this ispublic business, and we have to look at it from the point of viewof utility--the greatest good of the greatest number. Your 'finalvalue'---isn't that what the economists call it?--is higher than mine;I have brains enough to see that, though I haven't any cause to beparticularly fond of you. You are a bigger man than I am; I'm not surethat you are a better one, but there's more of you, and your death wouldbe a greater loss than mine."
From the way he spoke he might have been discussing the value of shareson the Exchange. The Gadfly looked up, shivering as if with cold.
"Would you have me wait till my grave opens of itself to swallow me up?
"If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride----
Look here, Martini, you and I are talking nonsense."
"You are, certainly," said Martini gruffly.
"Yes, and so are you. For Heaven's sake, don't let's go in for romanticself-sacrifice, like Don Carlos and Marquis Posa. This is the nineteenthcentury; and if it's my business to die, I have got to do it."
"And if it's my business to live, I have got to do that, I suppose.You're the lucky one, Rivarez."
"Yes," the Gadfly assented laconically; "I was always lucky."
They smoked in silence for a few minutes, and then began to talk ofbusiness details. When Gemma came up to call them to dinner, neither ofthem betrayed in face or manner that their conversation had been in anyway unusual. After dinner they sat discussing plans and making necessaryarrangements till eleven o'clock, when Martini rose and took his hat.
"I will go home and fetch that riding-cloak of mine, Rivarez. I thinkyou will be less recognizable in it than in your light suit. I want toreconnoitre a bit, too, and make sure there are no spies about before westart."
"Are you coming with me to the barrier?"
"Yes; it's safer to have four eyes than two in case of anyone followingyou. I'll be back by twelve. Be sure you don't start without me. I hadbetter take the key, Gemma, so as not to wake anyone by ringing."
She raised her eyes to his face as he took the keys. She understood thathe had invented a pretext in order to leave her alone with the Gadfly.
"You and I will talk to-morrow," she said. "We shall have time in themorning, when my packing is finished."
"Oh, yes! Plenty of time. There are two or three little things I wantto ask you about, Rivarez; but we can talk them over on our way to thebarrier. You had better send Katie to bed, Gemma; and be as quiet as youcan, both of you. Good-bye till twelve, then."
He went away with a little nod and smile, banging the door after him tolet the neighbours hear that Signora Bolla's visitor was gone.
Gemma went out into the kitchen to say good-night to Katie, and cameback with black coffee on a tray.
"Would you like to lie down a bit?" she said. "You won't have any sleepthe rest of the night."
"Oh, dear no! I shall sleep at San Lorenzo while the men are getting mydisguise ready."
"Then have some coffee. Wait a minute; I will get you out the biscuits."
As she knelt down at the side-board he suddenly stooped over hershoulder.
"Whatever have you got there? Chocolate creams and English toffee! Why,this is l-luxury for a king!"
She looked up, smiling faintly at his enthusiastic tone.
"Are you fond of sweets? I always keep them for Cesare; he is a perfectbaby over any kind of lollipops."
"R-r-really? Well, you must get him s-some more to-morrow and give methese to take with me. No, let me p-p-put the toffee in my pocket; itwill console me for all the lost joys of life. I d-do hope they'll giveme a bit of toffee to suck the day I'm hanged."
"Oh, do let me find a cardboard box for it, at least, before you put itin your pocket! You will be so sticky! Shall I put the chocolates in,too?"
"No, I want to eat them now, with you."
"But I don't like chocolate, and I want you to come and sit down likea reasonable human being. We very likely shan't have another chance totalk quietly before one or other of us is killed, and------"
"She d-d-doesn't like chocolate!" he murmured under his breath. "ThenI must be greedy all by myself. This is a case of the hangman's supper,isn't it? You are going to humour all my whims to-night. First of all, Iwant you to sit on this easy-chair, and, as you said I might lie down, Ishall lie here and be comfortable."
He threw himself down on the rug at her feet, leaning his elbow on thechair and looking up into her face.
"How pale you are!" he said. "That's because you take life sadly, anddon't like chocolate----"
"Do be serious for just five minutes! After all, it is a matter of lifeand death."
"Not even for two minutes, dear; neither life nor death is worth it."
He had taken hold of both her hands and was stroking them with the tipsof his fingers.
"Don't look so grave, Minerva! You'll make me cry in a minute, andthen you'll be sorry. I do wish you'd smile again; you have such ad-delightfully unexpected smile. There now, don't scold me, dear! Let useat our biscuits together, like two good children, without quarrellingover them--for to-morrow we die."
He took a sweet biscuit from the plate and carefully halved it, breakingthe sugar ornament down the middle with scrupulous exactness.
"This is a kind of sacrament, like what the goody-goody people have inchurch. 'Take, eat; this is my body.' And we must d-drink the wineout of the s-s-same glass, you know--yes, that is right. 'Do this inremembrance----'"
She put down the glass.
"Don't!" she said, with almost a sob. He looked up, and took her handsagain.
"Hush, then! Let us be quiet for a little bit. When one of us dies, theother will remember this. We will forget this loud, insistent world thathowls about our ears; we will go away together, hand in hand; we willgo away into the secret halls of death, and lie among the poppy-flowers.Hush! We will be quite still."
He laid his head down against her knee and covered his face. In thesilence she bent over him, her hand on the black head. So the timeslipped on and on; and they neither moved nor spoke.
"Dear, it is almost twelve," she said at last. He raised his head.
"We have only a few minutes more; Martini will be back presently.Perhaps we shall never see each other again. Have you nothing to say tome?"
He slowly rose and walked away to the other side of the room. There wasa moment's silence.
"I have one thing to say," he began in a hardly audible voice; "onething--to tell you----"
He stopped and sat down by the window, hiding his face in both hands.
"You have been a long time deciding to be merciful," she said softly.
"I have not seen much mercy in my life; and I thought--at first--youwouldn't care----"
"You don't think that now."
She waited a moment for him to speak and then crossed the room and stoodbeside him.
"Tell me the truth at last," she whispered. "Think, if you are killedand I not--I should have to go through all my life and never know--neverbe quite sure----"
He took her hands and clasped them tightly.
"If I am killed---- You see, when I went to South America---- Ah,Martini!"
He broke away with a violent start and thr
ew open the door of the room.Martini was rubbing his boots on the mat.
"Punctual to the m-m-minute, as usual! You're an an-n-nimatedchronometer, Martini. Is that the r-r-riding-cloak?"
"Yes; and two or three other things. I have kept them as dry as I could,but it's pouring with rain. You will have a most uncomfortable ride, I'mafraid."
"Oh, that's no matter. Is the street clear?"
"Yes; all the spies seem to have gone to bed. I don't much wondereither, on such a villainous night. Is that coffee, Gemma? He ought tohave something hot before he goes out into the wet, or he will catchcold."
"It is black coffee, and very strong. I will boil some milk."
She went into the kitchen, passionately clenching her teeth and hands tokeep from breaking down. When she returned with the milk the Gadflyhad put on the riding-cloak and was fastening the leather gaiters whichMartini had brought. He drank a cup of coffee, standing, and took up thebroad-brimmed riding hat.
"I think it's time to start, Martini; we must make a round before we goto the barrier, in case of anything. Good-bye, for the present, signora;I shall meet you at Forli on Friday, then, unless anything special turnsup. Wait a minute; th-this is the address."
He tore a leaf out of his pocket-book and wrote a few words in pencil.
"I have it already," she said in a dull, quiet voice.
"H-have you? Well, there it is, anyway. Come, Martini. Sh-sh-sh! Don'tlet the door creak!"
They crept softly downstairs. When the street door clicked behind themshe went back into the room and mechanically unfolded the paper he hadput into her hand. Underneath the address was written:
"I will tell you everything there."