COUNT SIMON OF SAGAN.

Although secretly dismayed at the effect produced by her rash championship of Madame de Sagan, Valerie kept up a semblance of self-possession. Her clear colouring faded to extreme pallor, but her proud eyes showed no sign of shrinking from the curious glances cast upon her. She caught a trenchant aside from Sagan to Elmur:

‘These cursed women will ruin us!’

And in answer to this even Elmur’s flattery was mute. But Valerie stood haughty and erect, watching the Duke’s suite file up the hall, Rallywood, as before, bringing up in the rear.

As he came in line with her he turned his head, and their glances met.

That look, which she always recalled as distinctively his, was wiped from the young man’s gray eyes; they fell upon her stern, alienated, almost inimical. The change struck her like a blow. But before she could fling back her silent defiance at him, he was gone, without a second glance, or seeking in any manner to soften the insolent rebuke he had dared to convey.

She resolved to go to her own rooms and make instant arrangements for a return to Revonde. Her heart was hot in her, as, looking round, she found herself standing alone. Elmur, apparently forgetful of the deep personal devotion he had so lately manifested, was conversing with a group of Maasaun nobles, his back turned conveniently towards her. Sagan had disappeared, and not one of those whom she knew so well, and who, ten minutes ago, would have felt honoured by seeking her, but now seemed too deeply engaged to notice that she stood alone.

A moment later Counsellor approached her. She had known him slightly for a long time, but she now for the first time fully met the shrewd, kindly eyes under their shaggy brows. Instantly she liked him, and to her own surprise found herself talking of the indiscretion of which she had been guilty, and of her wish to return to Revonde in consequence.

‘Mademoiselle, are you a loyal Maasaun?’ asked Counsellor gravely.

Valerie’s soft dark eyes gazed steadily back into his.

‘I am loyal,’ she replied, in an earnest under-breath.

’Then stay in Sagan. If your words carried so long a tag of meaning to others, you can see that Maasau may have need of all her loyal children soon.’

‘Whom can we trust?’ she asked suddenly, almost in a whisper, for Elmur, seeing her in conversation with Counsellor, now approached with a ceremonious air.

Counsellor smiled as he stood squarely beside her.

‘Choose!’ he said, briefly.

‘Choose what?’ asked Elmur in his most deferential manner. ‘Madamoiselle’s choice in the most trivial matters is of importance.’

Valerie smiled. Not a trace of disturbance was perceptible in her manner, and Elmur, noting it, came to the final conclusion that this girl was not only extraordinarily handsome, but also exceptionally capable. Having made so grievous a mistake, and taken the punishment of it, she was still mistress of herself. It was a gallant spirit, and well worth capturing.

’Major Counsellor has asked me to choose flowers for the ball to-night. I choose roses. I think it is very nice of me, Major Counsellor, for is not the rose the emblem of England?’ said the girl, with a coquettish smile at the older man.

Elmur’s face clouded. This interfering old fellow had the power of making friends, which means the power of being a dangerous enemy.

‘I had hoped,’ he said aloud, ’to have the pleasure of begging Mademoiselle to accept my flowers.’

’You are too late, Baron; but perhaps you will escort me to the west tower, where I daresay Madame de Sagan is already waiting for me.’

Counsellor looked after the tall graceful figure of the girl as she ascended the staircase with Elmur at her side. He could see she was still laughing and talking to her companion, but her ready parry of the German’s question, including a clear reply to his own, showed him that the Chancellor’s daughter was much more than a mere wilful girl.

‘John Rallywood,’ he grunted, as he turned away, ’is after all not so great an ass as he thinks himself.’

An attendant intercepted the German before he regained the hall, after leaving Valerie with Madame de Sagan.

‘My lord desires to speak with your Excellency,’ he said.

Elmur frowned. He wished to allow Count Simon time to cool before meeting him, but this summons was imperative, and, besides, he knew the danger of failing to provide a safety-valve in the shape of a listener, before the Count could blow off the first ébullitions of rage over Mdlle. Selpdorf’s untoward speech. If pent up within his own breast, there was no knowing in how disastrous a manner Sagan’s ill-humour might explode. Defeat meant much to Elmur, his reputation was at stake. Other men had undertaken this same mission to bring about the annexation to the Fatherland of this troublesome little state; they had failed, therefore Elmur had pledged himself to succeed.

Elmur stood with his back against a massive carved bookshelf, and looked at Sagan, who, with a cigar-butt buried in his ragged beard, was walking, with long, uncertain steps, up and down the floor. The tiger in the old man was awake.

‘Act I., Scene I.,’ said Elmur at last, and with a smile.

Sagan stopped short and turned a bloodshot sidelong glare upon him, his dark old fingers working convulsively.

‘By heaven! It is going to be a tragedy!’ he shouted, and burst into a whirlwind of hideous curses, coupled with the names of Valerie and his wife.

The German picked out a comfortable chair and seated himself, crossing his legs with a manifest intention of patience. There was a horrible energy in the old man’s attitudes. His long smouldering ambition, nursed and fed of late, had now flamed into a regnant passion, and the cooler, more wary, unscrupulousness of the younger man looked with repugnance upon the blind fury of the Duke that was to be.

In no great space of time the sight of that impassive, high-shouldered figure, sitting calmly by, imposed a growing sense of restraint upon the Count.

’What do you think of our chances now that Gustave’s suspicions have been set on the alert?’ he asked at last, coming to a stop in front of Elmur. ’That fool of a wife of mine has blabbed to Selpdorf’s daughter, and she in her turn blabs before all the world.’

Elmur sat still and dumb. His face enraged Sagan once more.

’But I am master in Sagan. The girl must be got rid of! There are a hundred dangers in our mountains and marshes. Do you not understand?’

Baron von Elmur stood up. He bore his most dignified air, and there was something in his whole aspect that made the Count pause.

’In the first place, her death under the circumstances would look strange. In the second, we have nothing to gain from it,’ he said.

Sagan’s red eyes twinkled cunningly.

’Hear my plan. I am not so squeamish as you thin-blooded moderns, or at least as you pretend to be!’ He placed his finger on the Minister’s breast, and drew back a little, the better to enjoy the approbation he expected to read in the other’s face. ’We will say that the girl fell ill, and I, in my anxiety, sent Madame Sagan my own wife, mark you to accompany her to Revonde. If both should happen to be killed by an accident we should be well rid of them and what could the world say?’

Elmur drew away from the insistive finger with an unmistakable movement. He bowed stiffly and moved towards the door.

’I do not know what the world might do or say but I can answer for Ludwig von Elmur. My master does not deal in murder, my lord, and so I beg your leave to withdraw.’

‘What?’ sneered the other, ’he does not deal in murder? Rather, you would say, he prefers to deal in murder wholesale! What of your wars and annexations? What of the Germans in West Africa? Take care, Elmur, that you are not acting over hastily. For my part I don’t believe that a life or so would weigh too heavy in the balance as against a province, even in your master’s judgment. I take my world as I find it, my good Baron!’

’Pardon me, my lord, you take the world as your ancestors found it! You may be all your fathers were, but however time goes at Sagan, the rest of the world has not stood still since the middle ages. And the world is on my side to-day. Besides,’ he added more suavely, ’we should gain nothing. We should alienate Selpdorf, who is useful, and who knows too much. As for the Duke, after such an affair he could never be eased of his suspicions.’

‘I don’t ask to ease him, I mean to cure him,’ retorted Sagan, meaningly.

’I am certain Madame de Sagan has been silent. The speech of Mdlle. Selpdorf was the indignant outburst of a girl who thought her friend discourteously treated.’

‘Discourteously treated? Isolde rudely treated? By whom?’

‘Forgive me once more, my lord; but, in the first place, by yourself.’

Sagan laughed aloud; his ill-temper vanishing before the humour of the notion that anyone could take exception to a man’s rudeness towards his own wife.

’Pooh! the girl is a bigger idiot than I thought her. Let us hope she’ll never meet with worse at the hands of her own husband.’

‘I join in the hope, my lord, since I am to be that most fortunate man!’ It was not the most felicitous moment, but Elmur was aware that in no other way could he assure Valerie’s safety against the treachery of his colleague.

Sagan fell back a step.

’So the wind blows from that quarter? Take heed, Baron, Selpdorf is a slippery fish.’

‘But by this arrangement we land him finally.’

‘It may be so.’ Sagan tugged broodingly at his beard, after a pause adding, ’Well, well, the girl is safe enough for me, if you can answer for her. Come back and sit down. We must act while Gustave is here. Once we secure the Guard, we can force him to do as we please. First a compromise, then abdication, then ’ he brought his hand down heavily upon the table and sat staring before him at a vision of a dream fulfilled a vision of Duke Simon of Maasau.

Elmur’s lip curled as he watched the man, who, for the time being, was oblivious of all but the realisation of his own ambition. Duke Simon! a name, but never a living power only a German puppet, pulled hither and thither at will by the controlling hand.

‘What are your plans, my lord?’ he asked aloud.

The Count started, and raised his head.

’We have three of the Guard here Unziar, Rallywood, Colendorp. You know that as soon as we have made sure of their officers the men will follow of themselves. Now Unziar is no saint.’

‘But he fights the better because he is a sinner.’

’He is not to be tempted, then. But he is in love with Mdlle. Selpdorf with your future wife, and she must blind him. A man in love is easily blinded.’

‘And Rallywood?’ asked Elmur.

‘We don’t want Rallywood,’ rejoined Sagan, with an odd glance at Elmur. ‘I can manage him, if you will leave him to me.’

Elmur smiled.

‘I conclude Rallywood is capable of taking care of himself.’

The Count grinned.

’Exactly what I believed you would think. There remains only Colendorp. But Colendorp is the man we must have all will depend on Colendorp.’

‘Do you suppose he will bend?’

’If not he must break! But, no; I know him well! I have chosen him because he touches no woman! Men who don’t love women, love money, and men who do ’

‘Love both,’ said Elmur quietly.

’To-morrow night Colendorp shall be here with me. You also will be present. Colendorp is a poor man as men go in the Guard and we must approach him softly and by degrees,’ said Sagan.

Elmur concealed a smile. A course of softness and caution seemed impossible in connection with the headstrong old man who counselled it.

Sagan, left alone, stood engrossed in thought. The wild beast instinct in him gave him intuition of danger. Elmur was playing Germany’s game, but since his aim was the Count’s own, it was impossible at this stage to disentangle the precise cause of suspicion.