Part 2 out of 3
we must not let our feelings betray us into weakness. He must be
taken--alive and well, if possible--but in the last resort, dead or
"Come, that's more like sense," said the colonel approvingly.
The signorina sighed, but opposed us no longer.
Returning to ways and means, we arranged for communication in case of
need during the next three days without the necessity of meeting. My
position, as the center of financial business in Whittingham, made
this easy; the passage of bank messengers to and fro would excite
little remark, and the messages could easily be so expressed as to
reveal nothing to an uninstructed eye. It was further agreed that on
the smallest hint of danger reaching any one of us, the word should
at once be passed to the others, and we should _rendezvous_ at the
colonel's "ranch," which lay some seven miles from the town. Thence,
in this lamentable case, escape would be more possible.
"And now," said the colonel, "if Martin will hand over the dollars, I
think that's about all."
I had brought the ten thousand dollars with me. I produced them and
put them on the table, keeping a loving hand on them.
"You fully understand my position, colonel?" I said. "This thing is no
use to me unless I receive at least three hundred and twenty thousand
dollars, to pay back principal, to meet interest, and to replace
another small debt to the bank. If I do that, I shall be left with a
net profit of five thousand dollars, not an extravagant reward. If
I don't get that sum I shall be a defaulter, revolution or no
"I can't make money if it's not there," he said, but without his usual
brusqueness of tone. "But to this we agree: You are to have first turn
at anything we find, up to the sum you name. It's to be handed over
solid to you. The signorina and I take the leavings. You don't claim
to share them too, do you?"
"No," I said, "I'm content to be a preference shareholder. If the
money's found at the Golden House, it's mine. If not, the new
Government, whatever it may do as to the rest of the debt, will pay me
With that I pushed my money over to the colonel.
"I expect the new Government to be very considerate to the bondholders
all round," said the colonel, as he pocketed it with a chuckle.
"Anyhow, your terms are agreed; eh, signorina?"
"Agreed!" said she. "And I'm to have the country seat?"
"Agreed!" said I. "And the colonel's to be President and to have the
Golden House and all that therein is."
"Agreed! agreed! agreed!" chanted the signorina; "and that's quite
enough business, and it's very late for me to be entertaining
gentlemen. One toast, and then good-night. Success to the Revolution!
To be drunk in blood-red wine!"
As there was no red wine, except claret, and that lies cold on the
stomach at three in the morning, we drank it in French brandy. I had
risen to go, when a sudden thought struck me:
"By Jupiter! where's Johnny Carr? I say, colonel, how drunk was he
last night? Do you think he remembers telling you about it?"
"Yes," said the colonel, "I expect he does by now. He didn't when I
left him this morning."
"Will he confess to the President? If he does, it might make the old
man keep an unpleasantly sharp eye on you. He knows you don't love
"Well, he hasn't seen the President yet. He was to stay at my house
over to-day. He was uncommon seedy this morning, and I persuaded the
doctor to give him a composing draught. Fact is, I wanted him quiet
till I'd had time to think! You know I don't believe he would own
up--the President would drop on him so; but he might, and it's better
they shouldn't meet."
"There's somebody else he oughtn't to meet," said the signorina.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Donna Antonia," she replied. "He's getting very fond of her, and
depend upon it, if he's in trouble he'll go and tell her the first
thing. Mr. Carr is very confidential to his friends."
We recognized the value of this suggestion. If Donna Antonia knew, the
President would soon know.
"Quite right," said the colonel. "It won't do to have them rushing
about letting out that we know all about it. He's all right up to
"Yes, but if he gets restive to-morrow morning?" said I. "And then you
don't want him at the Golden House on Friday evening, and I don't want
him at the barracks."
"No, he'd show fight, Carr would," said the colonel. "Look here, we're
in for this thing, and I'm going through with it. I shall keep Carr at
my house till it's all over."
"How?" asked the signorina.
"By love, if possible!" said the colonel, with a grin--"that is,
by drink. Failing that, by force. It's essential that the old man
shouldn't get wind of anything being up; and if Carr told him about
last night he'd prick up his wicked old ears. No, Master Johnny is
"Suppose he turns nasty," I suggested again.
"He may turn as nasty as he likes," said the colonel. "He don't leave
my house unless he puts a bullet into me first. That's settled. Leave
it to me. If he behaves nicely, he'll be all right. If not--"
"What shall you do to him?" asked the signorina.
I foresaw another outburst of conscience, and though I liked Johnny, I
liked myself better. So I said:
"Oh, leave it to the colonel; he'll manage all right."
"Now I'm off," said the latter, "back to my friend Johnny. Good-night,
signorina. Write to the President to-morrow. Good-night, Martin. Make
that speech of yours pretty long. _Au revoir_ till next Friday."
I prepared to go, for the colonel lingered till I came with him. Even
then we so distrusted one another that neither would leave the other
alone with the signorina.
We parted at the door, he going off up the road to get his horse and
ride to his "ranch," I turning down toward the Piazza.
We left the signorina at the door, looking pale and weary, and for
once bereft of her high spirits. Poor girl! She found conspiracy
rather trying work.
I was a little troubled myself. I began to see more clearly that it
doesn't do for a man of scruples to dabble in politics. I had a great
regard for poor Johnny, and I felt no confidence in the colonel
treating him with any consideration. In fact, I would not have insured
Johnny's life for the next week at any conceivable premium. Again I
thought it unlikely that, if we succeeded, the President would survive
his downfall. I had to repeat to myself all the story of his treachery
to me, lashing myself into a fury against him, before I could bring
myself to think with resignation of the imminent extinction of
that shining light. What a loss he would be to the world! So many
delightful stories, so great a gift of manner, so immense a personal
charm--all to disappear into the pit! And for what? To put into his
place a ruffian without redeeming qualities. Was it worth while to
put down Lucifer only to enthrone Beelzebub? I could only check this
doleful strain of reflection by sternly recalling myself to the real
question--the state of the fortunes of me, John Martin. And to me the
revolution was necessary. I might get the money; at least I should
gain time. And I might satisfy my love. I was animated by the
honorable motive of saving my employers from loss and by the
overwhelming motive of my own passion. If the continued existence
of Johnny and the President was incompatible with these legitimate
objects, so much the worse for Johnny and the President.
JOHNNY CARR IS WILLFUL.
The next three days were on the whole the most uncomfortable I have
ever spent in my life. I got little sleep and no rest; I went about
with a revolver handy all day, and jumped every time I heard a sound.
I expended much change in buying every edition of all the papers; I
listened with dread to the distant cries of news-venders, fearing, as
the words gradually became distinguishable, to hear that our secret
was a secret no longer. I was bound to show myself, and yet shrank
from all gatherings of men. I transacted my business with an absent
mind and a face of such superhuman innocence that, had anyone been
watching me, he must at once have suspected something wrong. I was
incapable of adding up a row of figures, and Jones became most
solicitous about the state of my brain. In a word, my nerves were
quite shattered, and I registered a vow never to upset a Government
again as long I lived. In future, the established constitution would
have to be good enough for me. I invoked impartial curses on the
President, the colonel, the directors, and myself! and I verily
believe that only the thought of the signorina prevented me making a
moonlight flitting across the frontier with a whole skin at least, if
with an empty pocket, and leaving the rival patriots of Aureataland to
fight it out among themselves.
Happily, however, nothing occurred to justify my fears. The other side
seemed to be sunk in dull security. The President went often to the
Ministry of Finance, and was closeted for hours with Don Antonio; I
suppose they were perfecting their nefarious scheme. There were
no signs of excitement or activity at the barracks; the afternoon
gatherings on the Piazza were occupied with nothing more serious than
the prospects of lawn tennis and the grievous dearth of dances. The
official announcements relative to the debt had had a quieting effect;
and all classes seemed inclined to wait and see what the President's
new plan was.
So passed Wednesday and Thursday. On neither day had I heard anything
from my fellow-conspirators; our arrangements for writing had so far
proved unnecessary--or unsuccessful. The latter possibility sent a
shiver down my back, and my lively fancy pictured his Excellency's
smile as he perused the treasonable documents. If I heard nothing
on the morning of Friday, I was determined at all risks to see the
colonel. With the dawn of that eventful day, however, I was relieved
of this necessity. I was lying in bed about half-past nine (for I
never add to the woes of life by early rising) when my servant brought
in three letters.
"Sent on from the bank, sir," he said, "with Mr. Jones' compliments,
and are you going there this morning?"
"My compliments to Mr. Jones, and he may expect me in five minutes," I
The letters were all marked "Immediate"; one from the signorina, one
from the colonel, one from the barracks. I opened the last first and
read as follows:
"The officers of the Aureataland Army have the honor to remind Mr.
John Martin that they hope to have the pleasure of his company at
supper this evening at ten o'clock precisely. In the unavoidable
absence of his Excellency, the President, owing to the pressing cares
of state, and of the Hon. Colonel McGregor from indisposition, the
toast of the Army of Aureataland will be proposed by Major Alphonse
"P.S.--Cher Martin, speak long this night. The two great men do not
come, and the evening wants to be filled out. _Tout a vous_,
"It shall be long, my dear boy, and we will fill out your evening for
you," said I to myself, well pleased so far.
Then I opened the signorina's epistle.
"DEAR MR. MARTIN [it began]:
Will you be so kind as to send me in
the course of the day _twenty dollars in
small change_? I want to give the
school children a scramble. I inclose
check. I am so sorry you could not
dine with me to-night, but after all I
am glad, because I should have had to
put you off, for I am commanded
rather sudden to dine at the Golden
House. With kind regards, believe
me, yours sincerely,
"Very good," said I. "I reckon the scramble will keep. And now for the
The colonel's letter ran thus:
"DEAR MARTIN: I inclose check
for five hundred dollars. My man will
call for the cash to-morrow morning.
I give you notice because I want it all
in silver for wages. [Rather a poverty
of invention among us, I thought.]
Carr and I are here together, both
seedy. Poor Carr is on his back and
likely to remain there for a day or two--bad
attack of champagne. I'm
better, and though I've cut the affair at
barracks to-night, I fully expect to be
up and about this afternoon.
"Oh! so Carr is on his back and likely to remain there, is he? Very
likely, I expect; but I wonder what it means. I hope the colonel
hasn't been very drastic. However, everything seems right; in fact,
better than I hoped."
In this more cheerful frame of mind I arose, breakfasted at leisure,
and set out for the bank about eleven.
Of course, the first person I met in the street was one of the last I
wanted to meet, namely, Donna Antonia. She was on horseback, and her
horse looked as if he'd done some work. At the sight of me she reined
up, and I could not avoid stopping as I lifted my hat.
"Whence so early?" I asked.
"Early?" she said. "I don't call this early. I've been for a long
ride; in fact, I've ridden over to Mr. Carr's place, with a message
from papa; but he's not there. Do you know where he is, Mr. Martin?"
"Haven't an idea," said I.
"He hasn't been home for four nights," she continued, "and he hasn't
been to the Ministry either. It's very odd that he should disappear
like this, just when all the business is going on, too."
"What business, Donna Antonia?" I asked blandly.
She colored, recollecting, no doubt that the business was still a
"Oh, well! you know they're always busy at the Ministry of Finance at
this time. It's the time they pay everybody, isn't it?"
"It's the time they ought to pay everybody," I said.
"Well," she went on, without noticing my correction, "at any rate,
papa and the President are both very much vexed with him; so I offered
to make my ride in his direction."
"Where can he be?" I asked again.
"Well," she replied, "I believe he's at Colonel McGregor's, and after
lunch I shall go over there. I know he dined there on Monday, and I
dare say he stayed on."
"No," thought I, "you mustn't do that, it might be inconvenient." So I
"I know he's not there; I heard from McGregor this morning, and he
says Carr left him on Tuesday. Why, how stupid I am! The colonel says
Carr told him he was going off for a couple of days' sail in his
yacht. I expect he's got contrary winds, and can't get back again."
"It's very bad of him to go," she said, "but no doubt that's it. Papa
will be angry, but he'll be glad to know no harm has come to him."
"Happy to have relieved your mind," said I, and bade her farewell,
thanking my stars for a lucky inspiration, and wondering whether Don
Antonio would find no harm had come to poor Johnny. I had my doubts.
I regretted having to tell Donna Antonia what I did not believe to
be true, but these things are incidental to revolutions--a point of
resemblance between them and commercial life.
When I arrived at the bank I dispatched brief answers to my budget of
letters; each of the answers was to the same purport, namely, that I
should be at the barracks at the appointed time. I need not trouble
the reader with the various wrappings in which this essential piece
of intelligence was involved. I then had a desperate encounter with
Jones; business was slack, and Jones was fired with the unholy desire
of seizing the opportunity thus offered to make an exhaustive inquiry
into the state of our reserve. He could not understand my sudden
punctiliousness as to times and seasons, and I was afraid I should
have to tell him plainly that only over my lifeless body should he
succeed in investing the contents of the safe. At last I effected
a diversion by persuading him to give Mrs. Jones a jaunt into the
country, and, thus left in peace, I spent my afternoon in making final
preparations. I burned many letters; I wrote a touching farewell to
my father, in which, under the guise of offering forgiveness, I took
occasion to point out to him how greatly his imprudent conduct had
contributed to increase the difficulties of his dutiful son. I was
only restrained from making a will by the obvious imprudence of
getting it witnessed. I spent a feverish hour in firing imaginary
shots from my revolver, to ascertain whether the instrument was in
working order. Finally I shut up the bank at five, went to the Piazza,
partook of a light repast, and smoked cigars with mad speed till it
was time to dress for the supper; and never was I more rejoiced than
when the moment for action at last came. As I was dressing, lingering
over each garment with a feeling that I might never put it on, or,
for that matter, take it off again, I received a second note from
the colonel. It was brought by a messenger, on a sweating horse, who
galoped up to my door. I knew the messenger well by sight; he was the
colonel's valet. My heart was in my mouth as I took the envelope from
his hands (for I ran down myself). The fellow was evidently in our
secret, for he grinned nervously at me as he handed it over, and said:
"I was to ride fast, and destroy the letter if anyone came near."
I nodded, and opened it. It said:
"C. escaped about six this evening.
Believed to have gone to his house.
He _suspects_. If you see him, shoot on
I turned to the man.
"Had Mr. Carr a horse?" I asked.
"No, sir; left on foot."
"But there are horses at his house."
"No, sir, the colonel has borrowed them all."
"Why do you think he's gone there?"
"Couldn't come along the road to Whittingham, sir, it's patrolled."
There was still a chance. It was ten miles across the country from the
colonel's to Johnny's and six miles on from Johnny's to Whittingham.
The man divined my thoughts.
"He can't go fast, sir, he's wounded in the leg. If he goes home
first, as he will, because he doesn't know his horses are gone, he
can't get here before eleven at the earliest."
"How was he wounded?" I asked. "Tell me what the colonel did to him,
and be short."
"Yes, sir. The colonel told us Mr. Carr was to be kept at the ranch
over night; wasn't to leave it alive, sir, he said. Well, up to
yesterday it was all right and pleasant. Mr. Carr wasn't very well,
and the doses the colonel gave him didn't seem to make him any
better--quite the contrary. But yesterday afternoon he got rampageous,
would go, anyhow, ill or well! So he got up and dressed. We'd taken
all his weapons from him, sir, and when he came down dressed, and
asked for his horse, we told him he couldn't go. Well, he just said,
'Get out of the light, I tell you,' and began walking toward the hall
door. I don't mind saying we were rather put about, sir. We didn't
care to shoot him as he stood, and it's my belief we'd have let him
pass; but just as he was going out, in comes the colonel. 'Hallo!
what's this, Johnny?' says he. 'You've got some damned scheme on,'
said Mr. Carr. 'I believe you've been drugging me. Out of the way,
McGregor, or I'll brain you.' 'Where are you going?' says the colonel.
'To Whittingham, to the President's,' said he. 'Not to-day,' says the
colonel. 'Come, be reasonable, Johnny. You'll be all right to-morrow.'
'Colonel McGregor,' says he, 'I'm unarmed, and you've got a revolver.
You can shoot me if you like, but unless you do, I'm going out. You've
been playing some dodge on me, and, by God! you shall pay for it.'
With that he rushed straight at the colonel. The colonel, he stepped
on one side and let him pass. Then he went after him to the door,
waited till he was about fifteen yards off, then up with his revolver,
as cool as you like, and shot him as clean as a sixpence in the right
leg. Down came Mr. Carr; he lay there a minute or two cursing, and
then he fainted. 'Pick him up, dress his wound, and put him to bed,'
says the colonel. Well, sir, it was only a flesh wound, so we soon got
him comfortable, and there he lay all night."
"How did he get away to-day?"
"We were all out, sir--went over to Mr. Carr's place to borrow his
horses. The colonel took a message, sir. [Here the fellow grinned
again.] I don't know what it was. Well, when we'd got the horses, we
rode round outside the town, and came into the road between here and
the colonel's. Ten horses we got, and we went there to give the ten
men who were patrolling the road the fresh horses. We heard from them
that no one had come along. When we got home, he'd been gone two
"How did he manage it?"
"A woman, sir," said my warrior, with supreme disgust. "Gave her a
kiss and ten dollars to undo the front door, and then he was off! He
daren't go to the stables to get a horse, so he was forced to limp
away on his game leg. A plucky one he is, too," he concluded.
"Poor old Johnny!" said I. "You didn't go after him?"
"No time, sir. Couldn't tire the horses. Besides, when he'd once got
home, he's got a dozen men there, and they'd have kept us all night.
Well, sir, I must be off. Any answer for the colonel? He'll be outside
the Golden House by eleven, sir, and Mr. Carr won't get in if he comes
"Tell him to rely on me," I answered. But for all that I didn't mean
to shoot Johnny on sight. So, much perturbed in spirit, I set off to
the barracks, wondering when Johnny would get to Whittingham, and
whether he would fall into the colonel's hands outside the Golden
House. It struck me as unpleasantly probable that he might come
and spoil the harmony of my evening; if he came there first, the
conspiracy would probably lose my aid at an early moment! What would
happen to me I didn't know. But, as I took off my coat in the lobby,
I bent down as if to tie a shoestring, and had one more look at my
A SUPPER PARTY.
I shall never forget that supper as long as I live. Considered merely
as a social gathering it would be memorable enough, for I never before
or since sat at meat with ten such queer customers as my hosts of
that evening. The officers of the Aureataland Army were a very mixed
lot--two or three Spanish-Americans, three or four Brazilians, and the
balance Americans of the type their countrymen are least proud of. If
there was an honest man among them he sedulously concealed his title
to distinction; I know there wasn't a sober one. The amount of liquor
consumed was portentous; and I gloated with an unholy joy as I saw man
after man rapidly making himself what diplomatists call a _quantite
negligeable_. The conversation needed all the excuse the occasion
could afford, and the wit would have appeared unduly coarse in a
common pot-house. All this might have passed from my memory,
or blended in a subdued harmony with my general impression of
Aureataland; but the peculiar position in which I stood gave to my
mind an unusual activity of perception. Among this band of careless,
drunken revelers I sat vigilant, restless, and impatient; feigning
to take a leading part in their dissolute hilarity, I was sober,
collected, and alert to my very finger-tips. I anxiously watched their
bearing and expression. I led them on to speak of the President,
rejoicing when I elicited open murmurs and covert threats at his base
ingratitude to the men on whose support his power rested. They had not
been paid for six months, and were ripe for any mischief. I was more
than once tempted to forestall the colonel and begin the revolution
on my own account; only my inability to produce before their eyes any
arguments of the sort they would listen to restrained me.
Eleven o'clock had come and gone. The senior captain had proposed the
President's health. It was drunk in sullen silence; I was the only man
who honored it by rising from his seat.
The major had proposed the army, and they had drunk deep to their
noble selves. A young man of weak expression and quavering legs had
proposed "The commerce of Aureataland," coupled with the name of Mr.
John Martin, in laudatory but incoherent terms, and I was on my legs
replying. Oh, that speech of mine! For discursiveness, for repetition,
for sheer inanity, I suppose it has never been equaled. I droned
steadily away, interrupted only by cries for fresh supplies of wine;
as I went on the audience paid less and less attention. It was past
twelve. The well of my eloquence was running drier and drier, and yet
no sound outside! I wondered how long they would stand it and how long
I could stand it. At 12.15 I began my peroration. Hardly had I done
so, when one of the young men started in a gentle voice an utterly
indescribable ditty. One by one they took it up, till the rising tide
of voices drowned my fervent periods. Perforce I stopped. They were
all on their feet now. Did they mean to break up? In despair at the
idea I lifted up my voice, loud and distinct (the only distinct
voice left in the room), in the most shameful verse of that shameful
composition, and seizing my neighbor's hand began to move slowly round
the table. The move was successful. Each man followed suit, and the
whole party, kicking back their chairs, revolved with lurching steps
round the _debris_ of empty bottles and cigar ashes.
The room was thick with smoke, and redolent of fumes of wine.
Mechanically I led the chorus, straining every nerve to hear a sound
from outside. I was growing dizzy with the movement, and, overwrought
with the strain on my nerves. I knew a few minutes more would be the
limit of endurance, when at last I heard a loud shout and tumult of
"What's that?" exclaimed the major, in thick tones, pausing as he
I dropped his hand, and, seizing my revolver, said:
"Some drunken row in barracks, major. Let 'em alone."
"I must go," he said. "Character--Aureataland--army--at stake."
"Set a thief to catch a thief, eh, major?" said I.
"What do you mean, sir?" he stuttered. "Let me go."
"If you move, I shoot, major," said I, bringing out my weapon.
I never saw greater astonishment on human countenance. He swore
loudly, and then cried:
"Hi, stop him--he's mad--he's going to shoot!"
A shout of laughter rose from the crew around us, for they felt
exquisite appreciation of my supposed joke.
"Right you are, Martin!" cried one. "Keep him quiet. We won't go home
The major turned to the window. It was a moonlight night, and as I
looked with him I saw the courtyard full of soldiers. Who was in
command? The answer to that meant much to me.
This sight somewhat sobered the major.
"A mutiny!" he cried. "The soldiers have risen!"
"Go to bed," said the junior ensign.
"Look out of window!" he cried.
They all staggered to the window. As the soldiers saw them, they
raised a shout. I could not distinguish whether it was a greeting or a
threat. They took it as the latter, and turned to the door.
"Stop!" I cried; "I shoot the first man who opens the door."
In wonder they turned on me. I stood facing them, revolver in hand.
They waited huddled together for an instant, then made a rush at me;
I fired, but missed. I had a vision of a poised decanter; a second
later, the missile caught me in the chest and hurled me back against
the wall. As I fell I dropped my weapon, and they were upon me. I
thought it was all over; but as they surged round, in the madness of
drink and anger, I, looking through their ranks, saw the door open and
a crowd of men rush in. Who was at their head? Thank God! it was the
colonel, and his voice rose high above the tumult:
"Order, gentlemen, order!" Then to his men he added:
"Each mark your man, and two of you bring Mr. Martin here."
I was saved. To explain how, I must tell you what had been happening
at the Golden House, and how the night attack had fared.
It is a sad necessity that compels us to pry into the weaknesses of
our fellow-creatures, and seek to turn them to our own profit. I am
not philosopher enough to say whether this course of conduct derives
any justification from its universality, but in the region of
practice, I have never hesitated to place myself on a moral level with
those with whom I had to deal. I may occasionally even have left the
other party to make this needful adjustment, and I have never known
him fail to do so. I felt, therefore, very little scruple in making
use of the one weak spot discoverable in the defenses of our
redoubtable opponent, his Excellency the President of Aureataland. No
doubt the reader's eye has before now detected the joint in that great
man's armor at which we directed our missile. As a lover, I grudged
the employment of the signorina in this service; as a politician, I
was proud of the device; as a human being, I recognized, what we are
very ready to recognize, that it did not become me to refuse to work
with such instruments as appeared to be put into my hands.
But whatever may be the verdict of moralists on our device, events
proved its wisdom. The President had no cause to suspect a trap;
therefore, like a sensible man, he chose to spend the evening with the
signorina rather than with his gallant officers. With equally good
taste, he elected to spend it _tete-a-tete_ with her, when she gave
him the opportunity. In our subsequent conversations, the signorina
was not communicative as to how the early hours of the evening passed.
She preferred to begin her narrative from the point when their
solitude was interrupted. As I rely on her account and that of the
colonel for this part of my story, I am compelled to make my start
from the same moment. It appears that at a few minutes past eleven
o'clock, when the President was peacefully smoking a cigar and
listening to the conversation of his fair guest (whom he had
galvanized into an affected liveliness by alarming remarks on her
apparent preoccupation), there fell upon his ear the sound of a loud
knocking at the door. Dinner had been served in a small room at the
back of the house, and the President could not command a view of the
knocker without going out on to the veranda, which ran all round the
house, and walking round to the front. When the knock was heard, the
signorina started up.
"Don't disturb yourself, pray," said his Excellency, politely. "I gave
special instructions that I was visible to no one this evening. But I
was wondering whether it could be Johnny Carr. I want to speak to him
for a moment, and I'll just go round outside and see if it is."
As he spoke, a discreet tap was heard at the door.
"Yes?" said the President.
"Mr. Carr is at the door and particularly wants to see your
Excellency. An urgent matter, he says."
"Tell him I'll come round and speak to him from the veranda," replied
He turned to the window, and threw it open to step out.
Let me tell what followed in the signorina's words.
"Just then we heard a sound of a number of horses galloping up. The
President stopped and said:
"'Hallo! what's up?'
"Then there was a shout and a volley of shots, and I heard the
colonel's voice cry:
"'Down with your arms; down, I say, or you're dead men.'
"The President stepped quickly across the room to his escritoire,
took up his revolver, went back to the window, passed through it, and
without a word disappeared. I could not hear even the sound of his
foot on the veranda.
"I heard one more shot--then a rush of men to the door, and the
colonel burst in, with sword and revolver in his hands, and followed
by ten or a dozen men.
"I ran to him, terrified, and cried:
"'Oh, is anyone hurt?'
"He took no notice, but asked hastily:
"'Where is he?'
"I pointed to the veranda, and gasped:
"'He went out there.' Then I turned to one of the men and said again:
"'Is anyone hurt?'
"'Only Mr. Carr,' he replied. 'The rest of 'em were a precious sight
too careful of themselves.'
"'And is he killed?'
"'Don't think he's dead, miss,' he said; 'but he's hurt badly."
"As I turned again, I saw the President standing quite calmly in the
window. When the colonel saw him he raised his revolver and said:
"'Do you yield, General Whittingham? We are twelve to one.'
"As he spoke, every man covered the President with his aim. The latter
stood facing the twelve revolvers, his own weapon hanging loosely in
his left hand. Then, smiling, he said a little bitterly:
"'Heroics are not in my line, McGregor. I suppose this is a popular
rising--that is to say, you have bribed my men, murdered my best
friend, and beguiled me with the lures of that--'
"I could not bear the words that hung on his lips, and with a sob I
fell on a sofa and hid my face.
"'Well, we mustn't use hard names,' he went on, in a gentler tone. 'We
are all as God made us. I give in,' and, throwing down his weapon, he
asked, 'Have you quite killed Carr?'
"'I don't know,' said the colonel, implying plainly that he did not
"'I suppose it was you that shot him?'
"The colonel nodded.
"The President yawned, and looked at his watch.
"'As I have no part in to-night's performance,' said he, 'I presume I
am at liberty to go to bed?'
"The colonel said shortly:
"'Where's the bedroom?'
"'In there,' said the President, waving his hand to a door facing that
by which the colonel had entered.
"'Permit me,' said the latter. He went in, no doubt to see if there
were any other egress. Returning shortly he said:
"'My men must stay here, and you must leave the door open.'
"'I have no objection,' said the President. 'No doubt they will
respect my modesty.'
"'Two of you stay in this room. Two of you keep watch in the veranda,
one at this window, the other at the bedroom window. I shall put three
more sentries outside. General Whittingham is not to leave this room.
If you hear or see anything going on in there, go in and put him under
restraint. Otherwise treat him with respect.'
"'I thank you for your civility,' said the President, 'also for the
compliment implied in these precautions. Is it over this matter of the
debt that your patriotism has drawn you into revolt?'
"'I see no use in discussing public affairs at this moment,' the
colonel replied. 'And my presence is required elsewhere. I regret that
I cannot relieve you of the presence of these men, but I do not feel I
should be justified in accepting your _parole_.'
"The President did not seem to be angered at this insult.
"'I have not offered it,' he said simply. 'It is better you should
take your own measures. Need I detain you, colonel?'
"The colonel did not answer him, but turned to me and said:
"'Signorina Nugent, we wait only for you, and time is precious.'
"'I will follow you in a moment,' I said, with my head still among the
"'No, come now,' he commanded.
"Looking up, I saw a smile on the President's face. As I rose
reluctantly, he also got up from the chair into which he had flung
himself, and stopped me with a gesture. I was terribly afraid that he
was going to say something hard to me, but his voice only expressed a
sort of amused pity.
"'The money, was it, signorina?' he said. 'Young people and beautiful
people should not be mercenary. Poor child! you had better have stood
"I answered him nothing, but went out with the colonel, leaving him
seated again in his chair, surveying with some apparent amusement the
two threatening sentries who stood at the door. The colonel hurried me
out of the house, saying:
"'We must ride to the barracks. If the news gets there before us, they
may cut up rough. You go home. Your work is done.'
"So they mounted and rode away, leaving me in the road. There were no
signs of any struggle, except the door hanging loose on its hinges,
and a drop or two of blood on the steps where they had shot poor
Johnny Carr. I went straight home, and what happened in the next few
hours at the Golden House I don't know, and, knowing how I left the
President, I cannot explain. I went home, and cried till I thought my
heart would break."
Thus far the signorina. I must beg to call special attention to the
closing lines of her narrative. But before I relate the very startling
occurrence to which she refers, we must return to the barracks, where,
it will be remembered, matters were in a rather critical condition.
When the officers saw their messroom suddenly filled with armed men,
and heard the alarming order issued by the colonel, their attention
was effectually diverted from me. They crowded together on one side of
the table, facing the colonel and his men on the other. Assisted by
the two men sent to my aid, I seized the opportunity to push my way
through them and range myself by the side of my leader. After a
moment's pause the colonel began:
"The last thing we should desire, gentlemen," he said, "is to resort
to force. But the time for explanation is short. The people of
Aureataland have at last risen against the tyranny they have so long
endured. General Whittingham has proved a traitor to the cause of
freedom; he won his position in the name of liberty; he has used it
to destroy liberty. The voice of the people has declared him to have
forfeited his high office. The people have placed in my hand the sword
of vengeance. Armed with this mighty sanction, I have appealed to
the army. The army has proved true to its traditions--true to its
character of the protector, not the oppressor, of the people.
Gentlemen, will you who lead the army take your proper place?"
There was no reply to this moving appeal. He advanced closer to them,
and went on:
"There is no middle way. You are patriots or traitors--friends of
liberty or friends of tyranny. I stand here to offer you either a
traitor's death, or, if you will, life, honor, and the satisfaction
of all your just claims. Do you mistrust the people? I, as their
representative, here offer you every just due the people owes
you--debts which had long been paid but for the greed of that great
As he said this he took from his men some bags of money, and threw
them on the table with a loud chink. Major DeChair glanced at the
bags, and glanced at his comrades, and said:
"In the cause of liberty God forbid we should be behind. Down with the
And all the pack yelped in chorus!
"Then, gentlemen, to the head of your men," said the colonel, and
going to the window, he cried to the throng:
"Men, your noble officers are with us."
A cheer answered him. I wiped my forehead, and said to myself, "That's
I will not weary the reader with our further proceedings. Suffice it
to say we marshaled our host and marched down to the Piazza. The news
had spread by now, and in the dimly breaking morning light we saw the
Square full of people--men, women, and children. As we marched in
there was a cheer, not very hearty--a cheer propitiatory, for they did
not know what we meant to do. The colonel made them a brief speech,
promising peace, security, liberty, plenty, and all the goods of
heaven. In a few stern words he cautioned them against "treachery,"
and announced that any rebellion against the Provisional Government
would meet with swift punishment. Then he posted his army in
companies, to keep watch till all was quiet. And at last he said:
"Now, Martin, come back to the Golden House, and let's put that fellow
in a safe place."
"Yes," said I; "and have a look for the money." For really, in the
excitement, it seemed as if there was a danger of the most important
thing of all being forgotten.
The dawn was now far advanced, and as we left the Piazza, we could see
the Golden House at the other end of the avenue. All looked quiet, and
the sentries were gently pacing to and fro. Drawing nearer, we saw
two or three of the President's servants busied about their ordinary
tasks. One woman was already deleting Johnny Carr's life-blood with
a mop and a pail of water; and a carpenter was at work repairing the
front-door. Standing by it was the doctor's brougham.
"Come to see Carr, I suppose," said I.
Leaving our horses to the care of the men who were with us we entered
the house. Just inside we met the doctor himself. He was a shrewd
little fellow, named Anderson, generally popular and, though a
personal friend of the President's, not openly identified with either
"I have a request to make to you, sir," he said to McGregor, "about
"Well, is he dead?" said the colonel. "If he is, he's got only himself
to thank for it."
The doctor wisely declined to discuss this question, and confined
himself to stating that Johnny was not dead. On the contrary, he was
going on nicely.
"But," he went on, "quiet is essential, and I want to take him to my
house, out of the racket. No doubt it is pretty quiet here now, but--"
The colonel interrupted:
"Will he give his _parole_ not to escape?"
"My dear sir," said the doctor, "the man couldn't move to save his
life--and he's asleep now."
"You must wake him up to move him, I suppose," said the colonel.
"But you may take him. Let me know when he's well enough to see me.
Meanwhile I hold you responsible for his good behavior."
"Certainly," said the doctor. "I am content to be responsible for Mr.
"All right; take him and get out. Now for Whittingham!"
"Hadn't we better get the money first?" said I.
"Damn the money!" he replied. "But I tell you what--I must have a bit
of food. I've tasted nothing for twelve hours."
One of the servants hearing him, said:
"Breakfast can be served in a moment, sir." And he ushered us into the
large dining room, where we soon had an excellent meal.
When we had got through most of it, I broke the silence by asking:
"What are you going to do with him?"
"I should like to shoot him," said the colonel.
"On what charge?"
"Treachery," he replied.
"That would hardly do, would it?"
"Well, then, embezzlement of public funds."
We had a little talk about the President's destiny, and I tried to
persuade the colonel to milder measures. In fact, I was determined to
prevent such a murder if I could without ruin to myself.
"Well, we'll consider it when we've seen him," said the colonel,
rising and lighting a cigarette. "By Jove! we've wasted an hour
breakfasting--it's seven o'clock."
I followed him along the passage, and we entered the little room where
we had left the President. The sentries were still there, each seated
in an armchair. They were not asleep, but looked a little drowsy.
"All right?" said the colonel.
"Yes, Excellency," said one of them. "He is in there in bed."
He went into the inner room and began to undo the shutters, letting in
the early sun.
We passed through the half-opened door and saw a peaceful figure lying
in the bed, whence proceeded a gentle snore.
"Good nerve, hasn't he?" said the colonel.
"Yes; but what a queer night-cap!" I said, for the President's head
was swathed in white linen.
The colonel strode quickly up to the bed.
"Done, by hell!" he cried. "It's Johnny Carr!"
It was true; there lay Johnny. His Excellency was nowhere to be seen.
The colonel shook Johnny roughly by the arm. The latter opened his
eyes and said sleepily:
"Steady there. Kindly remember I'm a trifle fragile."
"What's this infernal plot? Where's Whittingham?"
"Ah, it's McGregor," said Johnny, with a bland smile, "and Martin. How
are you, old fellow? Some beast's hit me on the head."
"Where's Whittingham?" reiterated the colonel, savagely shaking
"Gently!" said I; "after all, he's a sick man."
The colonel dropped the arm with a muttered oath, and Johnny said,
"Quits, isn't it, colonel?"
The colonel turned from him, and said to his men sternly:
"Have you had any hand in this?"
They protested vehemently that they were as astonished as we were; and
so they were, unless they acted consummately. They denied that anyone
had entered the outer room or that any sound had proceeded from the
inner. They swore they had kept vigilant watch, and must have seen an
intruder. Both the men inside were the colonel's personal servants,
and he believed their honesty; but what of their vigilance?
Carr heard him sternly questioning them, on which he said:
"Those chaps aren't to blame, colonel. I didn't come in that way.
If you'll take a look behind the bed, you'll see another door. They
brought me in there. I was rather queer and only half knew what was
We looked and saw a door where he said. Pushing the bed aside, we
opened it, and found ourselves on the back staircase of the premises.
Clearly the President had noiselessly opened this door and got out.
But how had Carr got in without noise?
The sentry came up, and said:
"Every five minutes, sir, I looked and saw him on the bed. He lay for
the first hour in his clothes. The next look, he was undressed. It
struck me he'd been pretty quick and quiet about it, but I thought no
"Depend upon it, the dressed man was the President, the undressed man
Carr! When was that?"
"About half-past two, sir; just after the doctor came."
"The doctor!" we cried.
"Yes, sir; Dr. Anderson."
"You never told me he had been here."
"He never went into the President's--into General Whittingham's room,
sir; but he came in here for five minutes, to get some brandy, and
stood talking with us for a time. Half an hour after he came in for
We began to see how it was done. That wretched little doctor was in
the plot. Somehow or other he had communicated with the President;
probably he knew of the door. Then, I fancied, they must have worked
something in this way. The doctor comes in to distract the sentries,
while his Excellency moves the bed. Finding that they took a look
every five minutes, he told the President. Then he went and got Johnny
Carr ready. Returning, he takes the President's place on the bed, and
in that character undergoes an inspection. The moment this is over, he
leaps up and goes out. Between them they bring in Carr, put him into
bed, and slip out through the narrow space of open door behind the
bedstead. When all was done, the doctor had come back to see if any
suspicion had been aroused.
"I have it now!" cried the colonel. "That infernal doctor's done us
both. He couldn't get Whittingham out of the house without leave, so
he's taken him as Carr! Swindled me into giving my leave. Ah, look
out, if we meet, Mr. Doctor!"
We rushed out of the house and found this conjecture was true. The man
who purported to be Carr had been carried out, enveloped in blankets,
just as we sat down to breakfast; the doctor had put him into the
carriage, followed himself, and driven rapidly away.
"Which way did they go?"
"Toward the harbor, sir," the sentry replied.
The harbor could be reached in twenty minutes' fast driving. Without a
word the colonel sprang on his horse; I imitated him, and we galloped
as hard as we could, everyone making way before our furious charge.
Alas! we were too late. As we drew rein on the quay we saw, half a
mile out to sea and sailing before a stiff breeze, Johnny Carr's
little yacht, with the Aureataland flag floating defiantly at her
We gazed at it blankly, with never a word to say, and turned our
horses' heads. Our attention was attracted by a small group of men
standing round the storm-signal post. As we rode up, they hastily
scattered, and we saw pinned to the post a sheet of note-paper.
Thereupon was written in a well-known hand:
"I, Marcus W. Whittingham, President
of the Republic of Aureataland,
hereby offer a REWARD of FIVE THOUSAND
DOLLARS and a FREE PARDON to
any person or persons assisting in the
CAPTURE, ALIVE or DEAD, of GEORGE
MCGREGOR (late Colonel in the Aureataland
Army) and JOHN MARTIN, Bank
Manager, and I do further proclaim the
said George McGregor and John Martin
to be traitors and rebels against the
Republic, and do pronounce their lives
forfeited. Which sentence let every
loyal citizen observe at his peril.
"MARCUS W. WHITTINGHAM,
Truly, this was pleasant!
DIVIDING THE SPOILS.
The habit of reading having penetrated, as we are told, to all classes
of the community, I am not without hope that some who peruse this
chronicle will be able, from personal experience, to understand
the feelings of a man when he first finds a reward offered for his
apprehension. It is true that our police are not in the habit of
imitating the President's naked brutality by expressly adding "Alive
or Dead," but I am informed that the law, in case of need, leaves
the alternative open to the servants of justice. I am not ashamed
to confess that my spirits were rather dashed by his Excellency's
Parthian shot, and I could see that the colonel himself was no less
perturbed. The escape of _Fleance_ seemed to _Macbeth_ to render his
whole position unsafe, and no one who knew General Whittingham will
doubt that he was a more dangerous opponent than _Fleance_. We both
felt, in fact, as soon as we saw the white sail of _The Songstress_
bearing our enemy out of our reach, that the revolution could not yet
be regarded as safely accomplished. But the uncertainty of our tenure
of power did not paralyze our energies; on the contrary, we determined
to make hay while the sun shone, and, if Aureataland was doomed to
succumb once more to tyranny, I, for one, was very clear that her
temporary emancipation might be turned to good account.
Accordingly, on arriving again at the Golden House, we lost no time in
instituting a thorough inquiry into the state of the public finances.
We ransacked the house from top to bottom and found nothing! Was it
possible that the President had carried off with him all the treasure
that had inspired our patriotic efforts? The thought was too horrible.
The drawers of his escritoire and the safe that stood in his library
revealed nothing to our eager eyes. A foraging party, dispatched to
the Ministry of Finance (where, by the way, they did not find Don
Antonio or his fair daughter), returned with the discouraging news
that nothing was visible but ledgers and bills (not negotiable
securities--the other sort). In deep dejection I threw myself into his
Excellency's chair and lit one of his praiseworthy cigars with the
doleful reflection that this pleasure seemed all I was likely to get
out of the business. The colonel stood moodily with his back to the
fireplace, looking at me as if I were responsible for the state of
At this point in came the signorina. We greeted her gloomily, and she
was as startled as ourselves at the news of the President's escape;
at the same time I thought I detected an undercurrent of relief, not
unnatural if we recollect her personal relations with the deposed
ruler. When, however, we went on to break to her the nakedness of the
land, she stopped us at once.
"Oh, you stupid men! you haven't looked in the right place. I suppose
you expected to find it laid out for you on the dining-room table.
Come with me."
We followed her into the room where Carr lay. He was awake, and the
signorina went and asked him how he was. Then she continued:
"We shall have to disturb you for a few minutes, Mr. Carr. You don't
mind, do you?"
"Must I get out of bed?" asked Johnny.
"Certainly not while I'm here," said the signorina. "You've only got
to shut your eyes and lie still; but we're going to make a little
There was in the room, as perhaps might be expected, a washing-stand.
This article was of the description one often sees; above the level of
the stand itself there rose a wooden screen to the height of two feet
and a half, covered with pretty tiles, the presumable object being to
protect the wall paper. I never saw a more innocent-looking bit
of furniture; it might have stood in a lady's dressing-room. The
signorina went up to it and _slid_ it gently on one side; it moved in
a groove! Then she pressed a spot in the wall behind and a small piece
of it rolled aside, disclosing a keyhole.
"He's taken the key, of course," she said. "We must break it open.
Who's got a hammer?"
Tools were procured, and, working under the signorina's directions,
after a good deal of trouble, we laid bare a neat little safe embedded
in the wall. This safe was legibly inscribed on the outside "Burglar's
Puzzle." We however, were not afraid of making a noise, and it only
puzzled us for ten minutes.
When opened it revealed a Golconda! There lay in securities and cash
no less than five hundred thousand dollars!
We smiled at one another.
"A sad revelation!" I remarked.
"Hoary old fox!" said the colonel.
No wonder the harbor works were unremunerative in their early stages.
The President must have kept them at a very early stage.
"What are you people up to?" cried Carr.
"Rank burglary, my dear boy," I replied, and we retreated with our
"Now," said I to the colonel, "what are you going to do?"
"Why, what do you think, Mr. Martin?" interposed the signorina. "He's
going to give you your money, and divide the rest with his sincere
friend Christina Nugent."
"Well, I suppose so," said the colonel. "But it strikes me you're
making a good thing of this, Martin."
"My dear colonel," said I, "a bargain is a bargain; and where would
you have been without my money?"
The colonel made no reply, but handed me the money, which I liked much
better. I took the three hundred and twenty thousand dollars and said:
"Now, I can face the world, an honest man."
The signorina laughed.
"_I_ am glad," she said, "chiefly for poor old Jones' sake. It'll take
a load off his mind."
The colonel proceeded to divide the remainder into two little heaps,
of which he pushed one over to the signorina. She took it gayly, and
"Now I shall make curl papers of half my bonds, and I shall rely on
the--what do you call it?--the Provisional Government to pay the rest.
You remember about the house?"
"I'll see about that soon," said the colonel impatiently. "You two
seem to think there's nothing to do but take the money. You forget
we've got to make our position safe."
"Exactly. The colonel's government must be carried on," said I.
The signorina did not catch the allusion. She yawned, and said:
"Oh, then, I shall go. Rely on my loyalty, your Excellency."
She made him a courtesy and went to the door. As I opened it for
her she whispered, "Horrid old bear! Come and see me, Jack," and so
vanished, carrying off her dollars.
I returned and sat down opposite the colonel.
"I wonder how she knew about the washing-stand," I remarked.
"Because Whittingham was fool enough to tell her, I suppose," said the
colonel testily, as if he disliked the subject.
Then we settled to business. This unambitious tale does not profess to
be a complete history of Aureataland, and I will spare my readers the
recital of our discussion. We decided at last that matters were still
so critical, owing to the President's escape, that the ordinary forms
of law and constitutional government must be temporarily suspended.
The Chamber was not in session, which made this course easier. The
colonel was to be proclaimed President and to assume supreme power
under martial law for some weeks, while we looked about us. It was
thought better that my name should not appear officially, but I agreed
to take in hand, under his supervision, all matters relating to
"We can't pay the interest on the real debt," he said.
"No," I replied; "you must issue a notice, setting forth that, owing
to General Whittingham's malversations, payments must be temporarily
suspended. Promise it will be all right later on."
"Very good," said he; "and now I shall go and look up those officers.
I must keep them in good temper, and the men too. I shall give 'em
another ten thousand."
"Generous hero!" said I, "and I shall go and restore this cash to my
It was twelve o'clock when I left the Golden House and strolled
quietly down to Liberty Street. The larger part of the soldiers had
been drawn off, but a couple of companies still kept guard in the
_Piazza_. The usual occupations of life were going on amid a confused
stir of excitement, and I saw by the interest my appearance aroused
that some part at least of my share in the night's doing had leaked
out. The _Gazette_ had published a special edition, in which it hailed
the advent of freedom, and, while lauding McGregor to the skies,
bestowed a warm commendation on the "noble Englishman who, with a
native love of liberty, had taken on himself the burden of Aureataland
in her hour of travail." The metaphor struck me as inappropriate, but
the sentiment was most healthy; and when I finally beheld two officers
of police sitting on the head of a drunken man for toasting the fallen
_regime_, I could say to myself, as I turned into the bank, "Order
reigns in Warsaw."
General assent had proclaimed a suspension of commerce on this
auspicious day, and I found Jones sitting idle and ill at ease. I
explained to him the state of affairs, showing how the President's
dishonorable scheme had compelled me, in the interests of the bank, to
take a more or less active part in the revolution. It was pathetic to
hear him bewail the villainy of the man he had trusted, and when I
produced the money he blessed me fervently, and at once proposed
writing to the directors a full account of the matter.
"They are bound to vote you an honorarium, sir," he said.
"I don't know, Jones," I replied. "I am afraid there is a certain
prejudice against me at headquarters. But in any case I have resolved
to forego the personal advantage that might accrue to me from my
conduct. President McGregor has made a strong representation to me
that the schemes of General Whittingham, if publicly known, would,
however unjustly, prejudice the credit of Aureataland, and he appealed
to me not to give particulars to the world. In matters such as these,
Jones, we cannot be guided solely by selfish considerations."
"God forbid, sir!" said Jones, much moved.
"I have, therefore, consented to restrict myself to a confidential
communication to the directors; they must judge how far they will pass
it on to the shareholders. To the world at large I shall say nothing
of the second loan; and I know you will oblige me by treating this
money as the product of realizations in the ordinary course of
business. The recent disturbances will quite account for so large a
sum being called in."
"I don't quite see how I can arrange that."
"Ah, you are overdone," said I. "Leave it all to me, Jones."
And this I persuaded him to do. In fact, he was so relieved at seeing
the money back that he was easy to deal with; and if he suspected
anything, he was overawed by my present exalted position. He appeared
to forget what I could not, that the President, no doubt, still
possessed that fatal cable!
After lunch I remembered my engagement with the signorina, and,
putting on my hat, was bidding farewell to business, when Jones said:
"There's a note just come for you, sir. A little boy brought it while
you were out at lunch."
He gave it me--a little dirty envelope, with an illiterate scrawl. I
opened it carelessly, but as my eye fell on the President's hand, I
started in amazement. The note was dated "Saturday--From on board _The
Songstress_," and ran as follows:
"Dear Mr. Martin: I must confess
to having underrated your courage
and abilities. If you care to put them
at my disposal now, I will accept them.
In the other event, I must refer you to
my public announcement. In any case
it may be useful to you to know that
McGregor designs to marry Signorina
Nugent. I fear that on my return it
will be hardly consistent with my public
duties to spare your life (unless you
accept my present offer), but I shall
always look back to your acquaintance
with pleasure. I have, if you will allow
me to say so, seldom met a young man
with such natural gifts for finance and
politics. I shall anchor five miles out
from Whittingham to-night (for I know
you have no ships), and if you join me,
well and good. If not, I shall consider
your decision irrevocable.
"Believe me, dear Mr. Martin, faithfully
"MARCUS W. WHITTINGHAM,
"President of the Republic of Aureataland."
It is a pleasant thing, as has been remarked, _laudari a laudato
viro_, and the President's praise was grateful to me. But I did not
see my way to fall in with his views. He said nothing about the money,
but I knew well that its return would be a condition of any alliance
between us. Again, I was sure that he also "designed to marry the
signorina," and, if I must have a rival on the spot, I preferred
McGregor in that capacity. Lastly, I thought that, after all, there is
a decency in things, and I had better stick to my party. I did not,
however, tell McGregor about the letter, merely sending him a line to
say I had heard that _The Songstress_ was hovering a few miles off,
and he had better look out.
This done, I resumed my interrupted progress to the signorina's. When
I was shown in, she greeted me kindly.
"I have had a letter from the President," I said.
"Yes," said she, "he told me he had written to you."
"Why, have you heard from him?"
"Yes, just a little note. He is rather cross with me."
"I can quite understand that. Would you like to see my letter?"
"Oh, yes," she replied carelessly.
She read it through and asked:
"Well, are you going over to him--going to forsake me?"
"How can you ask me? Won't you show me your letter, Christina?"
"No, John," she answered, mimicking my impassioned tones. "I may steal
the President's savings, but I respect his confidence."
"You see what he says to me about McGregor."
"Yes," said the signorina. "It is not, you know, news to me. But,
curious to relate, the colonel has just been here himself and told
me the same thing. The colonel has not a nice way of making love,
Jack--not so nice as yours nearly."
Thus encouraged, I went and sat down by her. I believe I took her
"You don't love him?"
"Not at all," she replied.
I must beg to be excused recording the exact terms in which I placed
my hand and heart at the signorina's disposal. I was extremely
vehement and highly absurd, but she did not appear to be displeased.
"I like you very much, Jack," she said, "and it's very sweet of you to
have made a revolution for me. It was for me, Jack?"
"Of course it was, my darling," I promptly replied.
"But you know, Jack, I don't see how we're much better off. Indeed, in
a way it's worse. The President wouldn't let anybody else marry me,
but he wasn't so peremptory as the colonel. The colonel declares he
will marry me this day week!"
"We'll see about that," said I savagely.
"Another revolution, Jack?" asked the signorina.
"You needn't laugh at me," I said sulkily.
"Poor boy! What are we idyllic lovers to do?"
"I don't believe you're a bit in earnest."
"Yes, I am, Jack--now." Then she went on, with a sort of playful pity,
"Look at my savage, jealous, broken-hearted Jack."
I caught her in my arms and kissed her, whispering hotly:
"You will be true to me, sweet?"
"Let me go," she said. Then, leaning over me as I flung myself back in
a chair, "It's pleasant while it lasts; try not to be broken-hearted
if it doesn't last."
"If you love me, why don't you come with me out of this sink of
"Run away with you?" she asked, with open amazement. "Do you think
that we're the sort of people, for a romantic elopement? I am very
earthy. And so are you, Jack, dear--nice earth, but earth, Jack."
There was a good deal of truth in this remark. We were not an ideal
pair for love in a cottage.
"Yes," I said. "I've got no money."
"I've got a little money, but not much. I've been paying debts," she
"I haven't been even doing that. And I'm not quite equal to purloining
that three hundred thousand dollars."
"We must wait, Jack. But this I will promise. I'll never marry the
colonel. If it comes to that or running away, we'll run away."
The signorina for once looked grave.
"You know him," she said. "Think what he made you do! and you're not a
weak man, or I shouldn't be fond of you. Jack, you must keep him away
She was quite agitated; and it was one more tribute to the President's
powers that he should exert so strange an influence over such a
nature. I was burning to ask her more about herself and the President,
but I could not while she was distressed. And when I had comforted
her, she resolutely declined to return to the subject.
"No, go away now," she said. "Think how we are to checkmate our two
Presidents. And, Jack! whatever happens, I got you back the money.
I've done you some good. So be kind to me. I'm not very much afraid of
your heart breaking. In fact, Jack, we are neither of us good young
people. No, no; be quiet and go away. You have plenty of useful things
to occupy your time."
At last I accepted my dismissal and walked off, my happiness
considerably damped by the awkward predicament in which we stood.
Clearly McGregor meant business; and at this moment McGregor was
all-powerful. If he kept the reins, I should lose my love. If the
President came back, a worse fate still threatened. Supposing it were
possible to carry off the signorina, which I doubted very much, where
were we to go to! And would she come?
On the whole, I did not think she would come.
BETWEEN TWO FIRES.
In spite of my many anxieties, after this eventful day I enjoyed the
first decent night's rest I had had for a week. The colonel refused,
with an unnecessary ostentation of scorn, my patriotic offer to keep
watch and ward over the city, and I turned in, tired out, at eleven
o'clock, after a light dinner and a meditative pipe. I felt I had
some reasons for self-congratulation; for considerable as my present
difficulties were, yet I undoubtedly stood in a more hopeful position
than I had before the revolution. I was now resolved to get my money
safe out of the country, and I had hopes of being too much for
McGregor in the other matter which shared my thoughts.
The return of day, however, brought new troubles. I was roused at
an early hour by a visit from the colonel himself. He brought very
disquieting tidings. In the course of the night every one of our
proclamations had been torn down or defaced with ribald scribblings;
posted over or alongside them, there now hung multitudinous enlarged
copies of the President's offensive notice. How or by whom these
seditious measures had been effected we were at a loss to tell, for
the officers and troops were loud in declaring their vigilance. In the
very center of the Piazza, on the base of the President's statue, was
posted an enormous bill: "REMEMBER 1871! DEATH TO TRAITORS!"
"How could they do that unless the soldiers were in it?" asked the
colonel gloomily. "I have sent those two companies back to barracks
and had another lot out. But how do I know they'll be any better? I
met DeChair just now and asked him what the temper of the troops was.
The little brute grinned, and said, 'Ah, mon President, it would be
better if the good soldiers had a leetle more money.'"
"That's about it," said I; "but then you haven't got much more money."
"What I've got I mean to stick to," said the colonel. "If this thing
is going to burst up, I'm not going to be kicked out to starve. I tell
you what it is, Martin, you must let me have some of that cash back
The effrontery of this request amazed me. I was just drawing on the
second leg of my trousers (for it was impossible to be comfortable in
bed with that great creature fuming about), and I stopped with one leg
in mid-air and gazed at him.
"Well, what's the matter? Why are you to dance out with all the
plunder?" he asked.
The man's want of ordinary morality was too revolting. Didn't he know
very well that the money wasn't mine? Didn't he himself obtain my help
on the express terms that I should have this money to repay the bank
with? I finished putting on my garments, and then I replied:
"Not a farthing, colonel; not a damned farthing! By our agreement
that cash was to be mine; but for that I wouldn't have touched your
revolution with a pair of tongs."
He looked very savage, and muttered something under his breath.
"You're carrying things with a high hand," he said.
"I'm not going to steal to please you," said I.
"You weren't always so scrupulous," he sneered.
I took no notice of this insult, but repeated my determination.
"Look here, Martin," he said, "I'll give you twenty-four hours to
think it over; and let me advise you to change your mind by then. I
don't want to quarrel, but I'm going to have some of that money."
Clearly he had learned statecraft in his predecessor's school!
"Twenty-four hours is something," thought I, and determined to try the
cunning of the serpent.
"All right, colonel," I said, "I'll think it over. I don't pretend to
like it; but, after all, I'm in with you and we must pull together.
We'll see how things look to-morrow morning."
"There's another matter I wanted to speak to you about," he went on.
I was now dressed, so I invited him into the breakfast-room, gave him
a cup of coffee (which, to my credit, I didn't poison), and began on
my own eggs and toast.
"Fire away," said I briefly.
"I suppose you know I'm going to be married?" he remarked.
"No, I hadn't heard," I replied, feigning to be entirely occupied with
a very nimble egg. "Rather a busy time for marrying, isn't it? Who is
He gave a heavy laugh.
"You needn't pretend to be so very innocent; I expect you could give a
pretty good guess."
"Mme. Devarges?" I asked blandly. "Suitable match; about your age--"
"I wish to the devil you wouldn't try to be funny!" he exclaimed. "You
know as well as I do it's the signorina."
"Really?" I replied. "Well, well! I fancied you were a little touched
in that quarter. And she has consented to make you happy?"
I was curious to see what he would say. I knew he was a bad liar,
and, as a fact, I believe he told the truth on this occasion, for he
"Says she never cared a straw for anyone else."
"Not even Whittingham?" I asked maliciously.
"Hates the old ruffian!" said the colonel. "I once thought she had a
liking for you, Martin, but she laughed at the idea. I'm glad of it,
for we should have fallen out."
I smiled in a somewhat sickly way, and took refuge in my cup. When I
emerged, I asked:
"And when is it to be?"
"Yes," he said. "Fact is, between you and me, Martin, she's ready
This was too disgusting. But whether the colonel was deceiving me, or
the signorina had deceived him, I didn't know--a little bit of both,
probably. I saw, however, what the colonel's game was plainly enough;
he was, in his clumsy way, warning me off his preserves, for, of
course, he knew my pretensions, and probably that they had met with
some success, and I don't think I imposed on him very much. But I was
anxious to avoid a rupture and gain time.
"I must call and congratulate the lady," I said.
The colonel couldn't very well object to that, but he didn't like it.
"Well, Christina told me she was very busy, but I dare say she'll see
you for a few minutes."
"I dare say she will," I said dryly.
"I must be off now. I shall have to be about all day, trying to catch
those infernal fellows who destroyed the bills."
"You won't be doing any business to-day, then?"
"What, about settling the Government?" he asked, grinning. "Not just
yet. Wait till I've got the signorina and the money, and then we'll
see about that. You think about the money, my boy!"
Much to my relief he then departed, and as he went out I swore that
neither signorina nor money should he ever have. In the course of the
next twenty-four hours I must find a way to prevent him.
"Rather early for a call," said I, "but I must see the signorina."
On my way up I met several people, and heard some interesting facts.
In the first place, no trace had appeared of Don Antonio and his
daughter; rumor declared that they had embarked on _The Songstress_
with the President and his faithful doctor. Secondly, Johnny Carr was
still in bed at the Golden House (this from Mme. Devarges, who had
been to see him); but his men had disappeared, after solemnly taking
the oath to the new Government. Item three: The colonel had been
received with silence and black looks by the troops, and two officers
had vanished into space, both Americans, and the only men of any good
in a fight. Things were looking rather blue, and I began to think that
I also should like to disappear, provided I could carry off my money
and my mistress with me. My scruples about loyalty had been removed by
the colonel's overbearing conduct, and I was ready for any step that
promised me the fulfillment of my own designs. It was pretty evident
that there would be no living with McGregor in his present frame of
mind, and I was convinced that my best course would be to cut the
whole thing, or, if that proved impossible, to see what bargain I
could make with the President. Of course, all would go smoothly with
him if I gave up the dollars and the lady; a like sacrifice would
conciliate McGregor. But then, I didn't mean to make it.
"One or other I will have," said I, as I knocked at the door of "Mon
Repos," "and both if possible."
The signorina was looking worried; indeed, I thought she had been
"Did you meet my aunt on your way up?" she asked, the moment I was
"No," said I.
"I've sent her away," she continued. "All this fuss frightens her,
so I got the colonel's leave (for you know we mustn't move without
permission now liberty has triumphed) for her to seek change of air."
"Where's she going to?" I said.
"Home," said the signorina.
I didn't know where "home" was, but I never ask what I am not meant to
"Are you left alone?"
"Yes. I know it's not correct. But you see, Jack, I had to choose
between care for my money and care for my reputation. The latter is
always safe in my own keeping; the former I wasn't so sure about."
"Oh, so you've given it to Mrs. Carrington?"
"Yes, all but five thousand dollars."
"Does the colonel know that?"
"Dear me, of course not! or he'd never have let her go."
"You're very wise," said I. "I only wish I could have sent my money
"I'm afraid that would have made dear aunt rather bulky," said the
"Yes, such a lot of mine's in cash," I said regretfully. "But won't
they find it on her?"
"Not if they're gentlemen," replied the signorina darkly.
Evidently I could not ask for further details; so, without more ado,
I disclosed my own perilous condition and the colonel's boasts about
"What a villain that man is!" she exclaimed. "Of course, I was civil
to him, but I didn't say half that. You didn't believe I did, Jack?"
There's never any use in being unpleasant, so I said I had rejected
the idea with scorn.
"But what's to be done? If I'm here to-morrow, he'll take the money,
and, as likely as not, cut my throat if I try to stop him."
"Yes, and he'll marry me," chimed in the signorina. "Jack, we must
have a counter-revolution."
"I don't see what good that'll do," I answered dolefully. "The
President will take the money just the same, and I expect he'll marry
you just the same."
"Of the two, I would rather have him. Now don't rage, Jack! I only
said, 'of the two.' But you're quite right; it couldn't help us much
to bring General Whittingham back."
"To say nothing of the strong probability of my perishing in the
"Let me think," said the signorina, knitting her brows.
"May I light a cigarette and help you?"
She nodded permission, and I awaited the result of her meditation.
She sat there, looking very thoughtful and troubled, but it seemed
to me as if she were rather undergoing a conflict of feeling than
thinking out a course of action. Once she glanced at me, then turned
away with a restless movement and a sigh.
I finished my cigarette, and flinging it away, strolled up to the
window to look out. I had stood there a little while, when I heard her
I turned and came to her, kneeling down by her side and taking her
She gazed rather intently into my face with unusual gravity. Then she
"If you have to choose between me and the money, which will it be?"
I kissed her hand for answer.
"If the money is lost, won't it all come out? And then, won't they
call you dishonest?"
"I suppose so," said I.
"You don't mind that?"
"Yes, I do. Nobody likes being called a thief--especially when there's
a kind of truth about it. But I should mind losing you more."
"Are you really very fond of me, Jack? No, you needn't say so. I think
you are. Now I'll tell you a secret. If you hadn't come here, I should
have married General Whittingham long ago. I stayed here intending to
do it (oh, yes, I'm not a nice girl, Jack), and he asked me very soon
after you first arrived. I gave him my money, you know, then."
I was listening intently. It seemed as if some things were going to be
"Well," she continued, "you know what happened. You fell in love with
me--I tried to make you; and then I suppose I fell a little in love
with you. At any rate I told the President I wouldn't marry him just
then. Some time after, I wanted some money, and I asked him to give
me back mine. He utterly refused; you know his quiet way. He said he
would keep it for 'Mrs. Whittingham.' Oh, I could have killed him! But
I didn't dare to break with him openly; besides, he's very hard to
fight against. We had constant disputes; he would never give back the
money, and I declared I wouldn't marry him unless I had it first, and
not then unless I chose. He was very angry and swore I should marry
him without a penny of it; and so it went on. But he never suspected
you, Jack; not till quite the end. Then we found out about the debt,
you know; and about the same time I saw he at last suspected something
between you and me. And the very day before we came to the bank he
drove me to desperation. He stood beside me in this room, and said,
Christina, I am growing old. I shall wait no longer. I believe you're
in love with that young Martin.' Then he apologized for his plain
speaking, for he's always gentle in manner. And I defied him. And
then, Jack, what do you think he did?"
I sprang up in a fury.
"What?" I cried.
"He _laughed_!" said the signorina, with tragic intensity. "I couldn't
stand that, so I joined the colonel in upsetting him. Ah, he shouldn't
have laughed at me!"
And indeed she looked at this moment a dangerous subject for such
"I knew what no one else knew, and I could influence him as no one
else could, and I had my revenge. But now," she said, "it all ends in
And she broke down, sobbing.
Then, recovering herself, and motioning me to be still, she went on:
"You may think, after holding him at bay so long, I have little to
fear from the colonel. But it's different. The President has no
scruples; but he is a gentleman--as far as women are concerned. I
"But McGregor?" I asked, in a hoarse whisper.
She drooped her head on my shoulder.
"I daren't stay here, Jack, with him," she whispered. "If you can't
take me away, I must go to the President. I shall be at least safe
"Damn the ruffian!" I growled; not meaning the President, but his
successor; "I'll shoot him!"
"No, no, Jack!" she cried. "You must be quiet and cautious. But I must
go to-night--to-night, Jack, either with you or to the President."
"My darling, you shall come with me," said I.
"Oh, out of this somewhere."
"How are we to escape?"
"Now, you sit down, dear, and try to stop crying--you break my
heart--and I'll think. It's my turn now."
I carried her to the sofa, and she lay still, but with her eyes fixed
on me. I was full of rage against McGregor, but I couldn't afford the
luxury of indulging it, so I gave my whole mind to finding a way out
for us. At last I seemed to hit upon a plan.
The signorina saw the inspiration in my eye. She jumped up and came to
"Have you got it, Jack?" she said.
"I think so--if you will trust yourself to me, and don't mind an
"You know my little steam launch? It will be dark to-night. If we can
get on board with a couple of hours' start we can show anybody a clean
pair of heels. She travels a good pace, and it's only fifty miles to
safety and foreign soil. I shall land there a beggar!"
"I don't mind that, Jack," she said. "I have my five thousand, and
aunt will join us with the rest. But how are we to get on board?
Besides, O Jack! the President watches the coast every night with _The
Songstress_--and you know she's got steam--Mr. Carr just had auxiliary
steam put in."
"No," I said, "I didn't know about that. Look here, Christina; excuse
the question, but can you communicate with the President?"
"Yes," she said, after a second's hesitation.
This was what I suspected.
"And will he believe what you tell him?"
"I don't know. He might and he might not. He'll probably act as if he
I appreciated the justice of this forecast of General Whittingham's
"Well, we must chance it," I said. "At any rate, better be caught
by him than stay here. We were, perhaps, a little hasty with that
revolution of ours."
"I never thought the colonel was so wicked," said the signorina.
We had no time to waste in abusing our enemy; the question was how to
outwit him. I unfolded my plan to the signorina, not at all disguising
from her the difficulties, and even dangers, attendant upon it.
Whatever may have been her mind before and after, she was at this
moment either so overcome with her fear of the colonel, or so carried
away by her feeling for me, that she made nothing of difficulties
and laughed at dangers, pointing out that though failure would
be ignominious, it could not substantially aggravate our present
position. Whereas, if we succeeded--
The thought of success raised a prospect of bliss in which we reveled
for a few minutes; then, warned by the stroke of twelve, we returned
"Are you going to take any of the money away with you?" she asked.
"No," said I, "I don't think so. It would considerably increase the
risk if I were seen hanging about the bank; you know he's got spies
all over the place. Besides, what good would it do? I couldn't stick
to it, and I'm not inclined to run any more risks merely to save the
bank's pocket. The bank hasn't treated me so well as all that. I
propose to rely on your bounty till I've time to turn round."
"Now, shall I come for you?" I asked her when we had arranged the
"I think not," she said. "I believe the colonel has one of my servants
in his pay. I can slip out by myself, but I couldn't manage so well if
you were with me. The sight of you would excite curiosity. I will meet
you at the bottom of Liberty Street."
"At two o'clock in the morning exactly, please. Don't come through the
_Piazza_, and Liberty Street. Come round by the drive. [This was a
sort of boulevard encircling the town, where the aristocracy was wont
to ride and drive.] Things ought to be pretty busy about the bank by
then, and no one will notice you. You have a revolver?"
"All right. Don't hurt anyone if you can help it; but if you do, don't
leave him to linger in agony. Now I'm off," I continued. "I suppose
I'd better not come and see you again?"
"I'm afraid you mustn't, Jack. You've been here two hours already."