By Wit of Woman

  CHAPTER XVII

  IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

  I had resolved what to do, and I lost no time.

  "You are going to trust me in this and do what I wish?" I asked Karl.

  "Yes, of course. You have a right to no less. But what does it mean?"

  "You heard the noise at the window?"

  "Yes."

  "It was not the wind. Some one was attempting to open it. I am goingto find out who it is and why they are there."

  "How?"

  "By stratagem. I wish you to go upstairs and remain there until I callyou."

  "Why should I do that?" he asked, hesitating and perplexed.

  "Because I ask you. You will do it?"

  "I don't like it--but if you insist, I promise."

  "Before you go I wish you to lie on the couch there while my servantcomes here and does what I will tell him; and you will act as thoughyou were bidding him good-night--but as if you were still drugged."

  "Hadn't you better tell me everything?"

  "There is no time. Will you do this? Please."

  He shrugged his shoulders and lay down on the couch.

  I went out and called James Perry and instructed him what to do.

  He went into the room, crossed to the window and stood there a momentwith his shadow showing plainly on the blind. Then he pulled up theblind, and turned as if in obedience to some order from Karl. Next hethrew the large window open and stepped out on to the gravel, and stoodthere long enough for any one who might be watching to have a full viewof the interior of the room.

  "No, sir, it is not raining," he said, and came back through the windowmaking as if to close and fasten it. He stopped in the act of doingthis, and partly opened it again, as if obeying orders from Karl.

  "No, it's not cold, sir, but it will be draughty," he said.

  Then with a shrug of the shoulders he left it open and turned away.Taking a rug from one of the lounges he threw it over Karl, takingpains to tuck it in carefully; and then stood back as if asking for anyfurther orders.

  "Good-night, sir," he said, and crossing to the door, he switched outthe light.

  Immediately this was done, I ran in again, hurried Karl out of theroom, laid a sofa pillow on the couch, and arranged the rug over it asJames had done. Then I recrossed the room and waited, my fingers closeto the electric light switch, to see if the trap was laid cleverlyenough to deceive the man I was expecting. I stood in a dark corner bythe door, partly concealed by a screen, where I could see the wholeroom and all that occurred.

  My eyes soon grew accustomed to the comparative darkness. The moon wasshining brilliantly, and the slanting rays through one of the windowsfell right across one end of the couch on which Karl had been lying.They revealed the lower half of what appeared to be the huddled figureof the sleeper, the upper half being wrapped in deep shadow.

  The house was all silent. I had heard Karl go upstairs, James Perrybeing with him; and had caught the latter's careful tread as he camedown again to the hall where I had told him to wait, in case I shouldneed and call him.

  The night was very still. I could see right out into the moonlitgarden, and as the window was partly open, could trust my ears to catchthe faintest sound. But scarcely a leaf moved. The dead stillness wasalmost oppressive.

  The suspense began to affect me soon. I have not the slightest fear ofthe dark; but as minute after minute passed and no result followed mycareful preparations, I began to think I had failed. The net must havebeen set too conspicuously; and so set in vain.

  To pass the time I began to count my pulse beats. One, two, three--toa hundred. Again one, two, three--to a second hundred; and a third, afourth and a fifth. Then the counting became mechanical, and mythoughts wandered away. It became difficult to remain still.

  An impulse seized me to cross the room to the window and look out, andI had to fight hard to restrain it.

  Then I caught a sound in the garden. The rustling of a bush. I heldmy breath to listen. There was no wind stirring to account for it.Not a leaf of all those full in view moved. It was a sign thereforethat the patience of some one beside myself had begun to give out.

  I braced myself for what was to come, and in a second my wits were allconcentrated and every nerve in my body thrilled with expectation,quickening to eager anxiety.

  I had not long to wait.

  There was another rustle of bushes, and a bird startled from itsroosting perch, flew chirping its alarm across the lawn. The sharpnessof the noise made me start.

  Another pause followed; then another sound--this time a slight gratingon the' gravel; almost immediately a head showed at the window pane;and a man peered cautiously through the glass into the room.

  I crouched closer into my hiding place as his face turned and the eyesseemed to sweep in all directions to make sure that no one else wasthere to see him.

  Stealthily and silently his hand was stretched out, felt the heavyframe, and pushed it open sufficiently to let him enter. The windowgave a faint creak in opening; and he stood as still as death lest itshould have been heard.

  I held my breath now in my excitement. What was he going to do? Itwas Colonel Katona. I could recognize him by the moonlight; and amoment later his purpose was clear.

  He changed something from his left hand to his right. The glint of amoonbeam on the barrel showed me it was a revolver.

  I had read the signs aright. He had been tricked into the belief thatKarl was the man who had betrayed Gareth, and had come now to do whathe had swore to me he would do to any man who harmed her--take his life.

  He must surely have had some apparently overwhelming proof given himbefore he would go to this desperate extreme; and I would know whatthat proof was, before the night was much older. Already I had astrong suspicion.

  These thoughts flashed through my mind in the moment that the Colonelstood hesitating after the noise made by the creaking window; and theinstant he moved again, I had no eyes but for him, no thought exceptfor what he proposed to do.

  His next act surprised me. He closed the window softly behind him anddrew down the blind. The noise was much greater than before, but hepaid less heed to it. He pulled it down quickly, shutting out themoonlight; but there was enough dim light through the blind for hispurpose.

  I could just make out that he held the revolver ready for use as hestepped to the couch and stretched out his hand to seize and wake thesleeper.

  I chose that moment to switch on the light and step forward.

  He whipped round and levelled his weapon point blank at my head.

  I had no fear that he would fire, however. "Good-evening, ColonelKatona," I said, in as even and firm a tone as I could command. "Thatis only a dummy figure which I put there. I was expecting you."

  He lowered the weapon and stared at me as though he could scarce credithis eyes.

  "You!" It was all he could get out for the moment.

  "Yes, of course, I. Gareth's friend, you know. You see, there isnothing but a sofa pillow here with a rug over it;" and with a show ofunconcern, I pulled the rug away.

  "You!" he said again, adding: "You who know my child's story. If youhave tricked me in this, I will have your life as well."

  "If I had tricked you, I should deserve nothing better. You have notbeen tricked by me, but by others. You may put that revolver away; youwill not need it here."

  "Why did you say you would send me the news you had promised, and thensend me that letter and tell me of this house where he was to be found,and what was to be done here? You are lying to me with your smoothtongue," he burst out fiercely. "You saw me come, or guessed I washere, and you are lying to shield him--the villain who wronged Garethand would now wrong you."

  "If you believe that, kill me. I will not flinch, and you will live tofind out the horrible crime you would commit. You will have murderedone who saved and befriended Gareth in the hour of pressing need. Itwould be a fitting climax that you who helped to drive to a sha
mefuldeath your friend, Ernst von Dreschler, should now murder me, hisdaughter."

  "Ernst's child! You, his daughter?" he murmured.

  "Yes, I am Christabel von Dreschler."

  So overwhelmed was he by the thoughts which my avowal caused that hecould do little but stare at me helplessly; until he sank down into achair, as though his strength failed him, and, laying the revolver onthe table, leaned his head upon his hands.

  I thought it discreet to pick the weapon up and put it out of hisreach; and then sat down near him and waited while he recoveredself-possession.

  His first question was a natural one. "Where is Gareth?"

  "Safe, and in my care."

  "You can take me to her?"

  "She is within an hour's drive; but there is a difficulty in the way.She believes in the honour of--of her husband----"

  "Husband?" he burst in eagerly.

  "She believes him to be. There was a ceremony of marriage; andbelieving in him, she would not let me bring her to you, because he hadmade her take an oath not to do so."

  "The villain!" he exclaimed with intense passion.

  "I fear that the reason is what you think."

  "You know who he is?" The hard eyes were fierce and gleaming as heasked.

  "I know who it is not," I answered.

  "You know who it is, then?"

  "You must not ask me. I cannot tell you yet."

  "You shall tell me."

  "If you think you can force me, try;" and I faced him, with a look tothe full as resolute as his.

  "Why won't you?"

  "For Gareth's sake. I am thinking of what, in your present desperatemood, you cannot--her happiness."

  "I am thinking of her honour."

  "No. You are thinking of murder, Colonel Katona. You came here to doit, believing that you knew who had betrayed her."

  "He shall pay for it with his life."

  "There may be a heavier penalty to exact than that."

  "Show me that, and as there is a God it shall be exacted."

  "I will show it you, but at my own time and in my own way. No other."

  "You are playing with me, and shielding the villain here."

  "I am doing neither. The man you seek is not Count Karl."

  "You are lying," he cried again vehemently. "See this;" and he drewout a crumpled letter and thrust it toward me.

  But I would not look at it and got up. "If I am lying, there is nolonger need for you to speak to me of this. If I am not lying, you area coward to insult me so, even in your passion. Leave the house as youcame and probe this for yourself. My servants are within call, if youdo not go." I picked up his revolver and handed it to him. "Here isyour weapon."

  He made no attempt to touch it but looked up at me. "You are a daringgirl," he muttered.

  "Ernst von Dreschler's daughter does not lie, Colonel Katona," Ianswered, with deliberate emphasis.

  "Forgive me. I spoke out of my mad misery. I will not disbelieve youagain. God knows, I am not myself to-night."

  "You can trust me or not, as you please. But if you trust me, it willhave to be absolutely. I believe I can see a way through this troublewhich will be best for Gareth--best for all. It is of Gareth I thinkin this. She would trust me."

  "Let me go to her," he cried.

  "Yes, but not yet. It would not be best. She is quite safe, and ifyou will but have a little patience, I will bring you together and allmay be well with her."

  "You talk to me of patience when every vein in my body runs with fire."

  "I talk to you of Gareth's happiness, and how possibly to spareher--the only way and that but a possible one," I answered, as I putthe letter he had offered me in my pocket.

  He pressed his hand to his head. "My God, I cannot be patient," hecried, vehemently.

  "You could show patience in the slow ruin of your friend, ColonelKatona. Must I remind you of that? I am here to avenge that wrong,and seek tardy justice for his name and mine. You can help me toavenge the wrong and do justice to him, dead though he is. For thesake of my dead father no less than for that of your child patience isneeded. I will have my way and no other."

  "What do you mean that I can avenge your wrong?"

  "You hold the secret that can do all."

  "What secret?" And for all his wildness about Gareth and for all hismad rage, my words had touched a secret thought which drove the colourfrom his tawny face and brought a fear of me into his eyes--fear itwas, unmistakably.

  "It is enough that I know it," I answered, so curtly and with suchconcentration that he dropped his eyes as though I might read somesecret in them.

  I would have given all I was worth to have known what was in his mindat that instant.

  In the pause that followed, I heard some one descending the stairs. Iknew it must be Karl; and then a daring thought suggested itself.

  "You must go, now; I will come to you."

  He looked up at me searchingly and keenly, and rose slowly.

  "I will go," he said. "I shall see you to-morrow. For God's sake."

  "I will come to you. You trust me?"

  "I am getting afraid of you--but I trust you."

  "I will put that trust to the test now. Count Karl will go with you toyour house until to-morrow."

  His eyes blazed for a moment. "Do you mean----"

  "If he had done you this wrong, should I propose it?"

  "I don't understand you. I can't."

  "It must be as I say. You will not even speak Gareth's name to him.Remember--not her name even--until I see you to-morrow. Your word ofhonour on that."

  "Yes. I give you my word. But all must be made clear to-morrow. Icannot wait."

  "I will go and tell him," I said; and with that went out of the roomjust in time to prevent Karl entering it.