And then suddenly came a change. Blenkiron raised his head, and his sleepy, ruminating eyes looked straight at Ivery.
'I call you,' he said.
I didn't believe my ears. Nor did Ivery.
'The hour for bluff is past,' he said.
'Nevertheless I call you.'
At that moment I felt someone squeeze through the door behind me and take his place at my side. The light was so dim that I saw only a short, square figure, but a familiar voice whispered in my ear. 'It's me - Andra Amos. Man, this is a great ploy. I'm here to see the end o't.'
No prisoner waiting on the finding of the jury, no commander expecting news of a great battle, ever hung in more desperate suspense than I did during the next seconds. I had forgotten my fatigue; my back no longer needed support. I kept my eyes glued to the crack in the screen and my ears drank in greedily every syllable.
Blenkiron was now sitting bolt upright with his chin in his hands. There was no shadow of melancholy in his lean face.
'I say I call you, Herr Graf von Schwabing. I'm going to put you wise about some little things. You don't carry arms, so I needn't warn you against monkeying with a gun. You're right in saying that there are three places in these walls from which you can shoot.
Well, for your information I may tell you that there's guns in all three, but they're covering _you at this moment. So you'd better be good.'
Ivery sprang to attention like a ramrod. 'Karl,' he cried.
'Gustav!'
As if by magic figures stood on either side of him, like warders by a criminal. They were not the sleek German footmen whom Ihad seen at the Chalet. One I did not recognize. The other was my servant, Geordie Hamilton.
He gave them one glance, looked round like a hunted animal, and then steadied himself. The man had his own kind of courage.
'I've gotten something to say to you,' Blenkiron drawled. 'It's been a tough fight, but I reckon the hot end of the poker is with you. I compliment you on Clarence Donne. You fooled me fine over that business, and it was only by the mercy of God you didn't win out. You see, there was just the one of us who was liable to recognize you whatever way you twisted your face, and that was **** Hannay. I give you good marks for Clarence ... For the rest, I had you beaten flat.'
He looked steadily at him. 'You don't believe it. Well, I'll give you proof. I've been watching your Underground Railway for quite a time. I've had my men on the job, and I reckon most of the lines are now closed for repairs. All but the trunk line into France.
That I'm keeping open, for soon there's going to be some traffic on it.'
At that I saw Ivery's eyelids quiver. For all his self-command he was breaking.
'I admit we cut it mighty fine, along of your fooling me about Clarence. But you struck a bad snag in General Hannay, Graf.
Your heart-to-heart talk with him was poor business. You reckoned you had him safe, but that was too big a risk to take with a man like ****, unless you saw him cold before you left him ... He got away from this place, and early this morning I knew all he knew.
After that it was easy. I got the telegram you had sent this morning in the name of Clarence Donne and it made me laugh. Before midday I had this whole outfit under my hand. Your servants have gone by the Underground Railway - to France. Ehrlich - well, I'm sorry about Ehrlich.'
I knew now the name of the Portuguese Jew.
'He wasn't a bad sort of man,' Blenkiron said regretfully, 'and he was plumb honest. I couldn't get him to listen to reason, and he would play with firearms. So I had to shoot.'
'Dead?' asked Ivery sharply.
'Ye-es. I don't miss, and it was him or me. He's under the ice now - where you wanted to send **** Hannay. He wasn't your kind, Graf, and I guess he has some chance of getting into Heaven.
If I weren't a hard-shell Presbyterian I'd say a prayer for his soul.'
I looked only at Ivery. His face had gone very pale, and his eyes were wandering. I am certain his brain was working at lightning speed, but he was a rat in a steel trap and the springs held him. If ever I saw a man going through hell it was now. His pasteboard castle had crumbled about his ears and he was giddy with the fall of it. The man was made of pride, and every proud nerve of him was caught on the raw.
'So much for ordinary business,' said Blenkiron. 'There's the matter of a certain lady. You haven't behaved over-nice about her, Graf, but I'm not going to blame you. You maybe heard a whistle blow when you were coming in here? No! Why, it sounded like Gabriel's trump. Peter must have put some lung power into it.
Well, that was the signal that Miss Mary was safe in your car ...
but in our charge. D'you comprehend?'
He did. The ghost of a flush appeared in his cheeks.
'You ask about General Hannay? I'm not just exactly sure where **** is at the moment, but I opine he's in Italy.'
I kicked aside the screen, thereby causing Amos almost to fall on his face.
'I'm back,' I said, and pulled up an arm-chair, and dropped into it.
I think the sight of me was the last straw for Ivery. I was a wild enough figure, grey with weariness, soaked, dirty, with the clothes of the porter Joseph Zimmer in rags from the sharp rocks of the Schwarzsteinthor. As his eyes caught mine they wavered, and I saw terror in them. He knew he was in the presence of a mortal enemy.
'Why, ****,' said Blenkiron with a beaming face, 'this is mighty opportune. How in creation did you get here?'
'I walked,' I said. I did not want to have to speak, for I was too tired. I wanted to watch Ivery's face.
Blenkiron gathered up his Patience cards, slipped them into a little leather case and put it in his pocket.
