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MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY" . . 1920 - – coPYRIGHT, 1 92 o - BY M of FAT, YARD & Co MPANY - - - - *- - • * * * - - - - - - - - - - - - - º - - - - - - - - - - - - - * - * - - º - - - - - - - - - * * THEIR FATHER - DEDICATES THESE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ANTHONY TRENT TO PHYLLIS AND CYNTHIA BUT NOT WITHOUT A GUILTY FEELING THAT THERE MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING LACKING IN THE ETHICAL TRAINING OF THESE ESTIMABLE CHILDREN SINCE THEY TAKE SUCH INTEREST IN THE CAREER OF A MASTER CRIMINAL : CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I THE PUzzling PASSENGER................... 1 II THE MAN IN THE DARK..................... 14 III THE BEGINNING of THE SEARCH............. 25 IV A LADY INTERRUPTs........................ 63 | W THE MAN WHO DENIED. .................... 80 VI FRESH FIELDs.............................. 101 VII THE SENTENCE of BANISHMENT. ............ 119 VIII Count MICHAEL TEMEsvaR.................. 133 IX PAULINE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 146 X THE GREATER GAME. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 174 XI ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND................. 186 XII SAINT ANTHONY. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 214 XIII Down To THE SEA.......................... 236 XIV THE CABINET MEETING..................... 266 XV ANTHoNY THE TRIUMPHANT. ............... 277 vli 2 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "He was too quick for me," Colliver declared. "I surely thought he'd hurt himself jumping ten feet down." "What did he do after he jumped?" a man de- manded. "Picked himself up and looked around as if he expected to see someone. The last I saw of him was going from group to group of people asking some- thing I couldn't hear." "Very mysterious," another passenger commented. "I don't believe he was crazy. I believe he jumped off just at the right moment — for him. I believe we shall find he took some loot with him. The purser is making an investigation now." "I've got a theory," another smoker asserted. "I was just going to ask him for a light when he began that run down the deck to the rail and believe me he can sprint. Just as I was about to open my mouth I saw his face suddenly change. Evidently he had seen or heard something that frightened him." "So he ran away from danger?" Colliver added. "That might be. I tell you on a big boat like this we are surrounded by crooks, male and female, and they look on us as their lawful prey. He might have been a gambler who spotted a victim he was afraid of." "Or a murderer," a Harvard theologian replied nervously. "I never feel really safe on a great liner like this. We all have to take one another on trust. I have been introduced to you gentlemen as a pro- x fessor of pastoral theology. I may be a professional THE PUZZLING PASSENGER 3 murderer for all you know. Mr. Colliver here isn't known to me personally and he may be a really high class bank robber for all I can tell." Mr. Colliver took the suggestion sourly. "Everybody in Troy knows me," he replied with dignity. "Exactly," the theologian answered. "But Troy is not on the ship's passenger lists to any such ex- tent as to corroborate your statement. There may be Harvard men on board who know me by name but for all they know I may be made up to represent Professor Sedgely so as to gain your confidence and rob you." "My collars encircle the necks of more men than those of any other maker," said Colliver quoting one of his advertisements. "My name is known every- where. No man is perfectly dressed without my collars. I presented a swimming pool to Troy and there isn't a man or woman in the city but would resent any slur on me." "My dear sir," said the professor smiling, "I am not attacking your good name or your city's fame. I am only saying that if you were crossing with the idea of making a killing at games of chance I should not benefit because you assumed the name of one who ornaments the cervical vertebrae of perfectly dressed men. I only meant that anything can take place on a ship such as this is and that this man who escaped tonight may have done so to avoid capture and possible imprisonment or even death." "The purser had a wireless sent to the company's 4 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR office and no doubt has a reply by this time," an- other passenger broke in. "He is probably in prison now," Professor Sedgely remarked. "You certainly have a cheerful mind," Colliver commented. "I read for mental relaxation the lightest forms of fiction," the professor answered, "and I am prepared for anything. I maintain that every passenger on a fast ship like this is regarded as a possible victim by the cleverest criminals in existence. For myself I have nothing of value, being poorly paid, but our friend there who has so finely benefitted his home city wears a diamond pin of great value. Furthermore there is a sapphire set in platinum on his finger which might well tempt the professional robber." "Say," said Colliver a little uneasily, "you're ob- servant all right. Anything else you saw?" "That you have a gold cigar case with initials in emeralds. I have," the professor said modestly, "trained my powers of observation. I do it to pro- tect myself." He rose from his chair and bowed a courteous goodnight to the immediate group and then went on deck. "I don't trust that man," said the manufacturer. "I never trust any man on a ship who wears smoked glasses. He wanted to conceal his eyes. I'll bet he never saw Harvard except on a picture postal. Damn it!" Colliver cried peevishly, "Why can't a man wear a passable ring and stickpin without it at- tracting the attention of other people?" THE PUZZLING PASSENGER 5- The Harvard theologian had sown seeds of sus- picion. Colliver, as amiable a manufacturer of collars as any in Troy, looked over at Myers Irving who ran an advertising agency in New York and suspected him of being a confidence man. "It's a pretty good looking ring," Irving said heartily. He wished he had one like it. Now that he knew who Colliver was he thirsted after his ac- count. His overtures were accepted with marked reserve and a gla$m fell upon the party until the en- trance of the genial purser. "Who was the mysterious man?" Colliver asked. "His name was Anthony Trent," said the purser. A man in the uniform of a captain in the United States army who had been playing solitaire and had taken no part in this talk, looked up with such sudden interest at the name that the purser turned to him. "Do you know Anthony Trent?" he demanded. "Yes," said Captain Sutton, "I do." "Can you think of any reason why he should jump ashore just as we were starting for the Hudson River?" '"He might have been saying goodbye to his best girl and taken no heed of the warning to go ashore." "That won't do," the purser declared. "All his kit is in his stateroom and he had already seen his table steward and arranged about his seat. He went off on the impulse of the moment and I'd like to know what that impulse was." "Has anyone missed anything?" Colliver asked. 6 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "Don't know," the purser said. "Haven't heard of anything so far. I wirelessed the office and the pier superintendent and they have lost all trace of him. The last they heard of him was that he was seen offering a taxicab driver double fare to drive fast." "He saw someone on Ais ship he was afraid of," Colliver said with the air of one called upon to solve a deep mystery. The purser was determined not to let Captain Sutton get back to his solitaire. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you more about your friend," he said smiling, "the whole thing is so un- usual that the old man wants a thorough investi- gation. In confidence, is there anything fishy about this Anthony Trent?" "In confidence, I may tell youy Captain Sutton answered, "but my confidence will be in the captain's cabin and not here." "Do you think we'd say anything to anyone about it?" Colliver demanded. He feared he was to be robbed of interesting details. "I'm a lawyer by profession," Captain Sutton re- turned, "and I know how people talk even when they mean to be silent. Anthony Trent is a friend of mine and I shall constitute myself his counsel. He served under me in the war, was recommended for a commission, and won the Croix de Guerre. He is an American with enough money to play golf and flyfish for trout all he wants to. He was in a hos- pital in the Isle of Wight for three months after being wounded and I had a letter from him saying THE PUZZLING PASSENGER 7 he would come over on this ship. I came by Liver- pool just because I wanted to see him; and when I didn't see him at dinner I thought he had changed his plans. I can give no reason why he should have left the boat in the manner he did but as a lawyer I can assure the company thai it is his affair and not theirs." The purser was skilled in the ways of human be- ings. He had not straightened out difficulties for his company on half a thousand trips across the Atlantic for nothing. He could see plainly enough that Cap- tain Sutton knew something about Anthony Trent that he would not tell the captain or anyone else unless process of law compelled. There had been a quick look of fear on his face when he realized Trent was the man of whom the group about him had been speaking. Whether Captain Sutton knew the reason why his friend had leapt from the ship's rail was doubtful; but that the act had conjured up sudden fear gave the purser food for thought. "The company certainly does not want to bring suit against a passenger who has paid for a high priced state room and a number of excellent meals and refuses to benefit by them. The old man wa3 annoyed that everyone was talking about it at his table and he wasn't able to get off his little crop of chestnuts as usual. He'd appreciate it if you would tell him what you know about Mr. Trent." "If I see him it will be as Mr. Trent's lawyer," Sutton retorted. The purser looked at him keenly. 8 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "So you admit," he said genially, "that this mys- terious Anthony Trent needs a defender?" "I admit nothing of the sort," Sutton replied quickly. But he felt he had not conducted the affair with his usual skill. "There's been a lot of hot air talked about crimes on board ship and I'm not going to have my friend's name linked with that sort of thing." "Of course not," the purser agreed "I can under- stand why you come to the rescue; still there is bound to be some misunderstanding about a man who leaves all his baggage behind and takes a des- perate jump as he did." "He saw someone on this ship he was afraid of," Colliver insisted. "It might have been you for all I know." "What do you mean by that?" Sutton demanded and flushed dusky red. Colliver was amazed at the sudden heat. The purser was more interested than ever. He would have been even more amazed if he had known that Captain Sutton honestly believed that it was be- cause Anthony Trent had seen him face to face that he had escaped. The letter of which he had spoken was non-existent. He had lied because of the man whom he had, for the first time, claimed as his friend. Sutton had been the officer; Trent the enlisted man and.the discipline of the service prevented a friendship that would have been possible in other days and, now war was finished, might again be- come practicable. The space of an hour was the time THE PUZZLING PASSENGER 9 the officer had been with the man and yet he was determined to fight for his interests. And he sud- denly realized that he had begun his fight by an- tagonizing a very shrewd purser. "My dear sir," the purser said gently, "I am sure you are taking this too much to heart. Nobody is accusing your client of anything more serious than risking a broken leg which, after all, is more his affair than even his counsel's. Captain Kingscote will ask you a few questions which you must under- stand, as a lawyer, a ship's commander ought to ask. There is such a thing as a log and it has to be written correctly. Tomorrow morning perhaps? You will be offered an excellent cigar and a drink that you can't get in all the length and breadth of your native land." "Any time at all," Sutton answered with an effort to be as genial as the purser. "I only resented the idle chatter that centred around a man who fought very gallantly." "If you mean me by that reference," Colliver said angrily, "I'd like to say that I have as much right to talk as anyone on board." "Certainly," said Myers Irving, "and I can't see why anyone wants to get excited about it. It was that professor who began it. Mr. Colliver what do you say to a little smile?" Colliver looked at the card Irving handed to him. He did not like advertising men as a rule but he felt this debonair head of a big agency was an exception. He had come to the aid of big business. 10 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "It must be the salt in the air," he confessed, "I don't mind if I do." Left to himself Sutton closed his eyes and lived over again those moments in France when Anthony Trent had been brought before him as adjutant on extraordinary charges. Once or twice he had seen Private Trent and had been vaguely reminded of a forgotten face. It was only when Anthony Trent had been recommended for promotion and had declined it that he remem- bered the name. Trent had been the Dartmouth football captain in that historic year when Harvard was humbled. Sutton, a graduate of ten years previ- ously, had shouted himself hoarse at the great run by which Trent had passed the crimson score. Private Trent had been chosen on very dangerous business and the adjutant had no chance to speak to him as he had determined to do. Anthony Trent was one of those who volunteered to clean up machine gun nests left behind to harass the advancing troops of the Allies. He had done so well that Captain Sutton was proud of him for the sake of the old college in Hanover. He remembered the shock he had when Lieu- tenant Devlin, a former detective in New York and a man to whom he was not drawn, declared that this same Anthony Trent was the most famous criminal of the day, a matter craftsman who had never been in police toils. Sutton laughed at the very suggestion. It was absurd. Devlin's answer to this made the soldier- THE PUZZLING PASSENGER H lawyer less confident. Devlin said that Dr. Trent had left his son but a few hundred dollars and a rambling mortgaged home among New Hampshire hills. Young Trent had come to New York and set- tled down to writing detective and criminal stories for the lesser magazines. Then, suddenly, an Aus- tralian relative had died and left him a fortune. This was a lie, Devlin declared. There was no such re- lation. It was done to explain his sudden giving up of writing and living in a far better style. Trent owned, so the detective asserted, a beautiful camp on Kennebago Lake in Maine, two automo- biles and sundry other aids to a comfortable exis- tence which his writings would never have gained for him. Still disbelieving, Captain Sutton was shown the dying depositions of an English soldier who had been butler to a New York millionaire whose house had been robbed. Austin, the butler, had seen Trent and assumed him to be a friend of his employer. He had recognized him when British and American troops were brigaded side by side and had told only Devlin a detective who had worked on the case. Evidence at last seemed conclusive. Devlin, dying in hospital wished for the downfall of a man who had beaten him in three big cases. The adjutant remembered well one case when the Dangerfield ruby worth almost two hundred thousand dollars was taken. Private Trent seemed quite calm. He assured his officer that these charges were preposterous. "What else could they be?" he had asked." 12 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "They might be the truth," Sutton had said gravely. He remembered the visit to the hospital where Devlin lay dying but eager to sign the testimony he had woven about his enemy. The ending of the in- cident was very curious. It made him like Devlin after all. When Devlin knew his end was come and the last rites of his church had been administered he had given up his plans for revenge. He had looked into the fearless eyes of the master criminal and he had seen there an unconquerable spirit which he ad- mired. And so, with his last effort he had torn up the written evidence and declared that Anthony Trent was not the man; that it was all a mistake. Sutton remembered the relief with which he had put his hand on the shoulder of the younger man and that he had said, "Trent, you were in luck this time. Don't take a chance again." After the signing of peace he had determined to look up the old athlete and see" if he could not offer him such opportunities that he could go straight. Sutton was a man of immense wealth and had mining properties in South America which needed supervision. And now to find that Trent was aboard the ship and at the last moment had risked a broken limb in order to escape. It was not likely that a man who feared detection so much dare rely on the gener- osity of a man who knew his secrot. There were probably rewards for his capture which, in the ag- gregate, offered immense inducement to deliver An- THE PUZZLING PASSENGER 13 thony Trent to justice. How was Trent to know that Sutton the adjutant was financially secure enough to make the sacrifice? Undoubtedly he had seen Sutton and made the desperate leap. Sutton determined to safeguard his interests. The baggage for instance, that should not be searched. There might be in it evidence as damaging as that which the brothers of Joseph put into the younger's sack. It would be far better to see the captain and make a friend of him. Why had not Trent been a better reader of character and recognized that in Captain Sutton he had a friend? Sutton did not know that long ago Trent had seen that in the rich lawyer there was one whom he need not fear. Few were more skilled than the master criminal in the reading of those signs by which men reveal for a second or so the depths of their natures. Anthony Trent had not jumped from the rails of the big ship because he had seen Sutton. He had no idea his old adjutant was on board. He had not jumped ashore because of any person on the liner. He took his reckless leap because among those who waited on the pier he heard the voice of the one man he feared, the man he had been trying to find since that day in France when death seemed at last to have claimed him. Chapter Two THE MAN IN THE DARK One day late in October when the Allies were moving with such speed against the enemy Private Trent had been struck with a piece of shrapnel. There was the recognized noise of the flying frag- ments and then a sudden flaming pain in his left arm followed by black unconsciousness. He came back very slowly to the realization that he was not seriously hurt. His wounded arm was bandaged. He was still rather weak and lay back for some moments before opening his eyes. Then he opened them to meet only a wall of unrelieved night. "I'm blind!" he thought. Groping about him he felt dank earth, the earth he had been accustomed to in the trenches, slimy, sweating clay. With his undamaged hand he felt the bandages that were about his head. There was no wound near his eyes; but that would not be nec- essary, for he had seen so many cases of blindness due to the bursting of high explosives. It might be temporary blindness or it might be permanent. There was a great silence about him. Gone were the myriad sounds of war that had enveloped him before his injury. Perhaps he was deaf, too. "My 14 THE MAN IN THE DARK 15 God!" he groaned thinking of this new infliction and then grew a little less miserable when he recognized the sound of his own voice. Well, blindness was enough! Never again to see the green earth or the morning sun stealing down the lake where his home was. At a little past thirty to see only through the eyes of others. No more golf, no more hunting and fishing trips, and of course no more of those taut- nerved nights when he, a single human being, pitted his strength and intelligence against the forces of organized society — and won. There was small con- solation in thinking that now, at all events, Anthony Trent, master criminal would not be caught. He would go down in police history as the most mys- terious of those criminals who have set the detec- tives by the heels. A little later he told himself he would rather be caught, sentenced to a term of life imprisonment if only he might see a tiny ribbon of blue sky from his cell window, than condemned to this eternal black- ness. Then the miracle happened. A few yards from him came a scratching sound and then a sudden flame. And in that moment he could see the profile of a man bending over a cigarette. He was not blind! "Who are you?" Anthony Trent cried not yet able to comprehend this lifting of what he felt was a sentence imposed. "Where am I?" The man who answered spoke with one of those cultivated English voices which Trent had once be- 16 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR lieved to be the mark of decadence or effeminacy, a belief the bloody fields of France had swept from him. "Well," said the man slowly, "I really don't see that it matters much now to anyone what my name may be." "The only thing that matters to me," Trent cried with almost hysterical fervor, "is that I'm not blind as I thought I was." The answer of the unknown man was singular; but Trent, who was not far from hysteria on ac- count of bodily pain and the mental anguish through which he had been, did not take note of it. "I don't think that matters much either," the voice of the man in the dark commented. "Then where are we?" Trent demanded. "There again I can't help you much," the un- known answered. "This was a common or garden dug-out." "Was," Trent repeated, "What is it now?" "A tomb," the stranger told him puffing at his cigarette. "I found you bleeding to death and I bandaged your arm. I was knocked out myself and your men and mine had gone on and there was never a Red Cross man or anyone else in sight so I carried you into this dug-out. All of a sudden some damned H. E. blocked up the opening. When the dust settled I explored with my few matches. Our tomb is sealed up — absolutely. I've often heard of it happening before. It looks as if a house had been lifted up and planted right on this dug-out." THE MAN IN THE DARK 17 - "So that's why you said it didn't matter much if I could see or not?" "Does it?" the man asked shortly. "Have you another match?" Trent asked pres- ently. "I'd like to explore." "No good," the other retorted. "I've been all round the damned place and there isn't a chance, except that the thing may collapse and bury us." "Then we are to starve to death without an effort?" "We shall asphyxiate, we shan't starve. Don't you notice how heavy the air is? Presently we shall get drowsy. Already I feel light headed and in- clined to talk." "Then talk," Trent said, "Anything is better than sitting here and waiting. The air is heavy; I notice it now. I suppose I'm going to be delirious. Talk, damn you, talk. Why not tell me your name? What difference can it make to you now? Are you afraid? Have you done things you're ashamed of? Why let that worry you since it only proves you're human." "I'm not ashamed of what I've done," the other drawled, "it's my family which persists in saying I've disgraced it." Anthony Trent was in a strange mood. Ordi- narily secretive to a degree and fearful always of dropping a hint that might draw suspicion to his ways of life, he found himself laughing in a good humored way that this English soldier should im- agine he must conceal his name for fear of disgrace. Why the man was a child, a pigmy compared with THE MAN IN THE DARK 19 panionship were entirely to his credit. Always with the fear of exposure before his eyes he did not want to place odium on the status of the American offi- cer as he would have done had screaming headlines in the papers spoken of the capture by police au- thorities of Lieutenant Anthony Trent the cleverest of modern crooks. But he could not bring himself to speak of this even in his present unusual mood. "It doesn't matter now very much," Smith said laughing a little, "we shall both be called missing and the prison camps will be searched for us. In the end my family may revere my memory and yours call you its chief glory." "I haven't a family," Trent said. "I used to be sorry for it. I'm glad now." He stopped suddenly. "Do you know," he said later, "you were laughing just now. You're either crazy or else you must have your nerve with you still." "I may be crazy," returned Private Smith, "but I usually make my living by having my nerve with me as you call it. It has been my downfall. If I had been a good, moral child, amenable to discipline I might have commanded a regiment instead of be- ing a 'tommy' and I might be repenting now. By the way you don't seem as depressed as one might expect. Why?" "After a year of this war one doesn't easily lose the habit of laughing at death." "I've had four years of it," Smith said. "I was a ranker when it broke out and saw the whole show from August 1914. On the whokrwhat is coming 20 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR will be a rest. I don't know how they manage these things in your country but in England when a man has been, well call it unwise, there is always a chance of feeling a heavy hand on one's shoulder and hear- ing a voice saying in one's ear, 'I arrest you in the King's name!' Very dramatic and impressive and all that sort of thing, but wearing on the nerves — very." Private Smith laughed gently, "I'm afraid you are dying in rather bad company." "We have something in common perhaps," Trent said. He grinned to himself in the covering black- ness as he said it. "Tell me, did you ever hear of Anthony Trent?" "Never," Private Smith returned quickly. "Sorry! I suppose I ought to know all about him. What has he done?" "He wrote stories of super-crookdom for one thing." "That explains it," Smith asserted, "You see those stories rather bore me. I read them when I was young and innocent but now I know how extremely fictional they are; written for the greater part, I'm informed, by blameless women in boarding houses. I like reading the real thing." "What do you mean by that?" "Reports of actual crimes as set forth in the news- papers. Cross-examinations of witnesses and all that, summing up of the judges and coroners' in- quests. Was this Trent person really good?" "You shall judge," said the American. "He wrote of crimes and criminals from what such actual prac- THE MAN IN THE DARK 21 titioners had told him. He was for a time a police reporter on a big New York paper and had to hang around Mulberry Street. After that he tried the magazines but as editors are so remote as a rule from actual knowledge of the world's play and work, he didn't make much money at it. Finally his pet editor — a man with some human attributes — said in effect, 'I can't raise your rates; the publisher won't stand for it. If I paid decent prices he couldn't buy champagne and entertain his favorites.' This was in the era before prohibition. The human ed- itor went on giving advice and wound up by saying, 'Why don't you do what your super-crook character does and relieve the dishonest rich of their stolen bonds? Conway Parker gets away with it, why shouldn't you?'" "Of course he was rotting?" Private Smith asked. "Yes," the American said, "He didn't really mean it but the thought germs fell into the right sort of broth. Anthony Trent wasn't naturally a crook but he hated having to live in a cheap boarding house and eat badly cooked meals and play on a hard- mouthed, hired, upright piano. Some ancestor had dowered him with a love of beautiful things, rugs, pictures, pottery, bronzes, music and a rather se- cluded life. Also he had dreams about being a great composer. He was a queer mixture. On the whole rather unbalanced I suppose. His father died and left him almost nothing. All he could do was news- paper work at first." THE MAN IN THE DARK 23 "A hundred carat stone," Smith said reverently. "By Jove, what a master! As I never heard of him of course he was never caught. They are all caught in the end, though. His day will come." For a moment the thought that Anthony Trent's life was coming to an end before many hours had passed took the narrator from his mood of triumph into a state of depression. To have to give up every- thing and die in the darkness. Exit Anthony Trent for all time! And as he thought of his enemies the police toiling for the rich rewards that they would never get for apprehending him his black mood passed and Smith heard him chuckle. "They all get caught in the end," Smith repeated, "the best of them. The doctrine of averages is against them. Your Anthony Trent is one lone man fighting against so many. He may have the luck with him so far but there's only one end to it. They got Captain Despard and he was a top-hole ma- rauder. They got our estimable Charles Peace and they electrocuted Regan in your own country only last month and he was clever, God knows. I think I'd back your Trent man against any single op- ponent, but the odds are too great. The pack will pull him down and break him up some day." Again Private Smith of the City of London regi- ment heard the man he had rescued from danger to present him with death, laugh a curious triumphant laugh. He had seen so much of war's terror that he supposed the man was going mad. It would per- haps be a more merciful end. 24 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "No," said the American, "Anthony Trent will never be discovered. He will be the one great crim- inal who will escape to the confusion of the detec- tives of New York and London. / am Anthony Trent." -- Chapter Three THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH "You?" cried Private Smith. "Ye Gods! And I haven't even a match left so I can see you before we go. I die in better company than I know." Trent could hear that he raised himself slowly and painfully to his feet. Then he heard the soldier's heels click smartly together. "Ave Caesar —" he began. But the immortal speech of those gladi- ators being about to die was not finished. There broke on Trent's astonished gaze a flash of sunlight that made him blink painfully. And the terrifying noise of high explosive hurt his ears and that swift dreadful sucking of the air that followed such explosions was about him again in its intensity. He had been dug out of his tomb for what? The doctors thought him a very bad case. Of course he was delirious. He stuck to a ridiculous story that he was imprisoned in a tomb with one William Smith, a private in the 78th Battalion of the City of London Regiment and that H. E, had mysteriously disinterred him. H. E. did perform marvels that were seemingly against known natural laws but Private Trent was obviously suffering from shell shock. 25 26 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR When he was better and had been removed to a hospital far from the area of fighting he still kept to his story. One of the doctors who liked him ex- plained that the delusion must be banished. He spoke very convincingly. He explained by latest methods that the unreal becomes real unless the pa- tient gets a grip on himself. He said that Trent was likely to go through life trying to find a non-existent friend and ruining his prospects in the doing of it. "I'll admit," he said at the end of his harrangue, "that you choose your friend's name well." "Why do you say that?" Trent asked. "Because the muster roll of the 78th shows no fewer than twenty-seven William Smiths and they're all of 'em dead. That battalion got into the thick of every scrap that started." Trent said no more but made investigations on his own behalf. Unfortunately there was none to help him. The ambulance that picked him up was shelled and he had been taken from its bloody in- terior the only living soul of the crew and passen- gers. None lived who could tell him what became of his companion, the man to whom he had revealed his identity, the man who possessed his secret to the full. When he was discharged from the service and was convalescing in Bournemouth he satisfied himself that the unknown Smith had died. Again luck was with Anthony Trent. The one man — with the ex- ception of Sutton whose lips he was sure were sealed — who could make a clear hundred thousand dollars THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 27 reward for his capture was removed from the chance of doing it even as the knowledge was offered him. The words that he would have spoken, "Hail Caesar, I, being about to die, salute thee!" had come true in that blinding flash that had brought Anthony Trent back to the world. But even with this last narrow escape to sober him Trent was not certain whether the old excitement would call and send him out to pit himself against society. He had no grievance against wealthy men as such. What he had wanted of theirs he had taken. He was now well enough off to indulge in the life, as a writer, he had wanted. He had taken his part in the great war as a patriot should and was return- ing to his native land decorated by two governments. Again and again as he sat at the balcony of his room at the Royal Bath Hotel and looked over the bay to the cliffs of Swanage he asked himself this question — was he through with the old life or not? He could not answer. But he noticed that when he boarded the giant Cunarder he looked about him with the old keenness, the professional scrutiny, the eagerness of other days. He tipped the head steward heavily and then con- sulted the passenger list and elected to sit next to a Mrs. Colliver wife of a Troy millionaire. She was a dull lady and one who lived to eat, but he had heard her boasting to a friend on the boat train that her husband had purchased a diamond tiara in Bond Street which would eclipse anything Troy had to offer. Mrs. Colliver dreaded to think of the duty THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 29 out. He would track the man he had known as Smith and find out without letting him be any the wiser. A hundred ideas of disguise flashed across the quick-working brain. He tried to tell himself that it was likely that the voice might have pro- ceeded from an utter stranger. But this was false comfort he knew. It was Smith of the 78th City of London regiment who was on the pier already grow- ing inch by inch farther away. The second officer tried to stop him and a passen- ger grasped him by the arm as he climbed the rails but they tried vainly. He dropped as lightly as he could and picked himself up a little dazed and looked around. He could see a hundred faces peering down at him from the moving decks overhead. He could see a crowd of people streaming down the pier to the city. And among them was the man he sought. "One moment, sir," said a policeman restraining him, "what's the meaning of this?" "Just come ashore," Trent smiled. The policeman loomed over him huge, stolid, ominous. The man looked from Trent in evening dress and without hat or overcoat, to the shadowy ship now on her thous- and league voyage and he shook his head. It was an irregular procedure, he told himself and as such open to grave suspicion. But he was courteous. Trent was a gentleman and no look of fear came to his face when the officer spoke. The man remained close to Trent when he approached the few groups of people still on the pier. To every man in the groups the stranger contrived to ask a question. Of 30 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR one he asked the time, of another the best hotel in Liverpool. "It may seem very strange," said Trent pleasantly to the perplexed policeman, "but I did an unac- countable thing. I thought I saw a man who was in the trenches with me in France during the war and saved my life and I sprang over the side to find him and now he's gone." The policeman waved a white gloved hand to the people who had already left the landing stage. "Your friend may be there, sir," he said. "You don't want to detain me, then?" Trent cried. "It's dark, sir," said the policeman, "and I could hardly be expected to remember which way you went." At the end of the short pier was a taxicab stand and a space where private machines might park. Anthony Trent arrived in time to see a huge lim- ousine driven by a liveried chauffeur with a foot- man by his side begin to climb the step grade to the street. As it passed him he could swear he heard Smith's voice from within, saying, "It's the most rotten luck that I should be a younger son and not get the chances Geoffrey does." Trent could not see the number plate of the big machine. He could note only a coat of arms on the door surmounted by a coronet. He had no time to ask if any of the dock laborers knew the occupants. He sprang into the sole taxi that occupied the stand and commanded the driver to overtake the larger car. So eager was the man to earn the double fare THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 31 that he was halted by a policeman outside the At- lantic Riverside Station. The time taken up by explanations permitted the coronetted limousine to escape. In so big a city as Liverpool a car could be lost easily but the sanguine taxi driver, certain at least of getting his fare, persisted in driving all over the city and its suburbs until he landed his passenger tired and disappointed at the Midland Hotel. On the whole Anthony Trent had rarely spent such unprofitable hours. He had paid a premium for his state room on a fast boat and was now stranded in a strange city without baggage. And of course he was worried. He had believed himself alone to have been rescued when the high explosive had taken the roof from his tomb. Now it seemed probable that the British soldier, Smith, had also made his escape. Although it was quite possible Trent was following astranger whose voice was like that of Private Smith, he had yet to find that stranger and make sure of it. Trent was not one to run away from danger. As he sat in the easy chair before the window he told himself again and again that it was probable the voice he identified with the unknown Smith was like that of a thousand other men of his class. He had acted stupidly in jumping from a ship's rails and risking his limbs. And how much more unwisely had he acted in that black silence when he was led to cast aside his habitual silence and talk freely to a stranger. In effect he had put himself in the keep- 32 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR ing of another man without receiving any confidence in return. He blamed the wound, the shock and a thousand physical causes for it but the fact was not to be banished by that. Smith knew Anthony Trent as a master criminal while Anthony Trent only knew that Smith has enlisted under another name be- cause he had disgraced his own. It might easily be that this unknown Smith was like a hundred other "gentlemen rankers" who could only be accused of idleness and instability. But Anthony Trent stirred uneasily when he recalled the eagerness with which Smith spoke of some of those crimes Anthony Trent had committed. Smith knew about them, admired the man who planned them. Trent on thinking it over for the hundredth time believed Smith was in- deed a crook and as such dangerous to him. Few men believe in intuition, guess work or "hunches" as do those who work outside the law. Again and again Anthony Trent had found his "hunches" were correct. Once or twice he had saved himself by implicitly acting on them in apparent de- fiance of reason. At the end of many hours during which he tried to tell himself he was mistaken and this voice owned by someone else, he gave it up. He knew it was Smith. To find out by what name the Smith of the dug- out went by in his own country must be the first step. The second would be to shadow him, observe his way of life and go through his papers. So far all he had to go upon was a quick glance at an auto- mobile of unknown make upon whose panels a coat THE BEGINNING OF THE SEAECH 33 of arms was emblazoned surmounted by a crown. Had he possessed a knowledge of heraldry he could have told at a glance whether the coronet was that of a baron, viscount, earl, marquis or duke and so narrowed down the search. And had he observed the coat of arms and motto he could have made certain, for all armorial bearings are taxable and registered. To try to comb the counties of Lancashire and Cheshire for the occupants of an unknown car would take time and might lead to police interest in his activities. Before he retired to his bed a courteous agent of the Cunard Company had called upon him to in- quire at what he was dissatisfied that he left the ship so suddenly. To this agent he told the same story — the true one — that he had told the police- man. The purser was able to inform the group in the smoking room ere it retired. "I don't believe that for a moment," Colliver de- clared. "Why not?" asked the Harvard professor, "don't you know that truth in the mouth of an habitual liar is often a potent and confounding weapon?" "Maybe," Colliver said dryly, "but I'm an honest man and I'd like to know why you think that man Trent was an habitual liar." "I don't know," the professor answered amiably. "I always think in terms of crime on board ship." "There's no need to on this ship," the purser said testilv. 34 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "I hope not," said the professor, "but coming back from the far East last year on another line I made friends with a man much of the build of Mr. Col- liver here. I did not like him very much. He had only prejudices and no opinions. A typical success- ful man of business I presume." "Thank you," said Mr. Colliver finding one of his own neck adornments growing tight. "He was murdered," the theologian went on, "be- cause he carried some diamonds for his wife in a pocket. Some thieves found it out." "What thieves?" Colliver demanded. "It is one of the undiscovered murders on the high seas," the professor said placidly. "Mighty awkward for you," Colliver said, still angry. "Fortunately I had an alibi," said the other, "I was violently ill of mal de mer." "Mighty convenient," Colliver commented. Later he asked the purser's private opinion of the professor. Myers Irving joined with Colliver in re- senting the professor's attack on business men. "Ordinarily," Colliver said, "I don't like adver- tising men, but you're different. They're like vul- tures after my account as a rule." "You'd have to force your account on me," said Myers Irving seriously. "I'm not an ordinary busi- ness or advertising man. Primarily I'm a business builder. I leave nothing to underlings. I direct everything personally. I take few accounts. If my clients don't make good on their end of it I give THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 35 them up. I make money for my clients. I have no other ambition. I believe in advertising. It might be that fellow Trent jumped ashore for some pub- licity stunt. Supposing he said he did it because he forgot to order some special dish at the Adelphi or Midland? Such a dish would get more publicity than you could shake a stick at. But I'm not here to talk shop." Colliver watched the trim advertising man saunter off. "A bright boy," commented the Troy magnate, "maybe he'll be surprised before this trip is over. Maybe he'll have to talk shop." Captain Sutton listened to the purser's explana- tion as though they were entirely reasonable. But all the time he said to himself, "why need he have been afraid of me?" Anthony Trent bought himself a suit of clothes in the city and set out for Londo*on the ten o'clock train. An Army List showed him the names of the officers of the City of London Regiment. He de- cided to call upon the adjutant, a Captain Edgell. It took him little time to find out that Edgell had re- sumed his former occupation of stock broker and was living with his family at Banstead in Surrey. Edgell was a golfer of distinction and before the war had been a scratch man at the club on the Downs. Five years absence had sent his handicap up a bit but he was engaged in pulling it down when a golfing stranger from the United States giving the 36 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR name of Trent who had the club's privileges for the day asked him if he could introduce him to a mem- ber for a round of golf. It so happened that most of the men waiting to play were ruddy faced gentlemen with handicaps of from twelve up to twenty-four. They did not excite Edgell. "Glad to,!' he said heartily. He had been brigaded with Americans and liked them. "Do you play a strong game?" "I have a two handicap at Wykasol," Trent said. "Good business," cried Edgell, "we'll play to- gether." They played. They became intimate during the game and Edgell learned with regret that Trent was not one of the many American business men en- gaged, in their work in London. Trent beat the stockbroker on the twenty-third hole. "If I could only putt like that," said Edgell, "I'd have a chance for the open championship." "I wish I could drive a ball the length you do," Trent said not to be outdone. "Of course you'll have dinner with us," the stock- broker said. "We don't dress for it any more since the war so you've no excuse. I learned to make cock- tails from some of your fellows in France so you ought to feel at home." "As home used to be," Trent corrected. "I'd love to come if I'm not putting you out." Edgell's home was a half-timbered house standing in an acre of lawn and flower garden. It was thor- oughly comfortable. There seemed to be a number THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 37 of children but they did not obtrude. Trent could see them playing in different parts of the garden, the little ones with their nurse and the elder playing clock golf on a perfect green in front of the house. Always the quiet secure atmosphere of a home such as this brought to Anthony Trent a vision of what he had lost or rather of what he could never obtain. Little six-year old Marjorie Edgell liked Trent on sight and liking him announced it openly. She told him what a great man her father was and how he had medals and things. Finally she asked the visitor whether he would not like to have medals. It was the opportunity for which Trent had been looking. Ordinarily averse to talking of himself, he wanted to get on to the subject of the war with the late ad- jutant of the seventy-eighth. "I have," he told little Marjorie. "Daddy," she shrieked in excitement, "Mr. Trent has medals too." "So you were in the big thing?" Edgell asked. "Honestly wouldn't you rather play golf? I can get all the excitement I want on the Stock Exchange to last me the rest of my life. I enlisted in a city regiment as a private and I left it as adjutant after four years and I'm all for the piping ways of peace. My battalion was the 78th and we always had the luck with us. Whenever we got anywhere something started." "The seventy-eighth battalion," Trent com- mented, "I had a pal in your battalion, a pal who saved my life. I'm going to look him up next week. 38 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR Curious that I should be talking to his adjutant. William Smith was his name. I wonder if you knew him?" "I wonder if you know how many William Smiths and John Smiths are lying in France and Flanders with little wooden crosses over them?" "This one came through all right," Trent said. "At least ten William Smiths came through," Ed- gell asserted. "I think I remember them all. Which was your man? Describe him." Trent lighted his cigarette very deliberately. To be asked to describe a man he had claimed as a pal and yet had never seen face to face was not easy. "I think you would recognize my William Smith," Trent answered, "if I told you he was not really William Smith at all but a man who had assumed that name as a disguise." "I understand," Edgell exclaimed, "a slight blond man very erect and rather supercilious with what the other men called a lah-de-dah voice. I remember him well. I had him up before me for punishment many times. Little infractions of discipline whicli he constantly committed. Used to rile me by hi3 superior airs. Quite a mysterious person. Saved your life did he? Well, he had all the pluck a man need have." "I want to thank him for it," Trent said, "but I've only known him as William Smith. The War Office people tell me he was demobilized three months back and they have no address. If you'll tell me, in confidence, his real name I can find him out." THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 39 "But my dear chap," said Captain Edgell, "I don't know it. None of us knew it. My sergeant-major swore he'd been a regular and an officer but that's mere conjecture. He was a regular now I come to think of it and sent to us when his own regiment was wiped out in the Autumn of 1914." "Who would be able to tell me?" Trent asked eagerly. "The colonel knew," Edgell declared, "I sent him up to the old man for punishment once. The colonel looked at him as if he could not believe his eyes. 'You are down here as William Smith,' he said." "'That is my name, sir,' said Smith." "Then the colonel knew him?" Trent asked. "Undoubtedly. I was told to leave them alone. I should like to have asked Colonel Langley but he is one of those men it's hard to approach. Doesn't mean to be standoffish but gives that impression. One of those very tall men who seem to be looking through you and taking no interest whatsoever in the proceeding." "I want to find out," Trent said, "could you give me a letter of introduction?" "Glad to," Edgell replied, "but he's like that na- tive song bird of yours, the clam. He is a silent fighter. The men respected him and went to their deaths for him but they would have felt it disre- spectful to love him. He lives at a place called Dereham Old Hall in Norfolk.. A great county swell with magnificent shooting. One of those places roy- alty stays every year for a week at the partridges. 40 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR Always thought it a funny thing he was given the command of a lot of cockneys considering he was Sandhurst and Tenth Hussars till he married and chucked the service, but he made good as you fellows say." While Captain Edgell was writing the letter Trent had leisure to reflect that the identity of Private William Smith might remain permanently veiled in obscurity if Colonel Langley refused to talk. If the colonel was not to be lured to disclose what Trent needed to know, the American would be left in a very unpleasant position. Until he knew whether his "hunch" was right or wrong he could never again sleep in peace with the name Anthony Trent as his own. He was in danger every minute. Smith might have tracked him to the liner to have him arrested in America. That he had left the boat might easily be known. Therefore in order to win twenty thou- sand sovereigns English money, or a half miUion francs in the coinage of the country where the two had spent weary months, Smith had only to start the hue and cry in England. The ports would be watched. In the end they would get him. There was no escape over the borders to Mexico or dash to safety over the Canadian frontier as he had planned to do under similar conditions of peril in his own country. Here on an island they had got him. He was weaving evidence that could be used against him by making this display of interest in Private Smith. Captain Edgell could give testimony that would not help his case. THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 41 "Here you are," said Edgell genially, "I've taken the liberty of calling you an old golfing pal. I've done all I could but Colonel Langley is not easy of approach. I'm not at all hopeful." "It isn't really serious," Trent explained after thanking him, "but I'd like to see him again. He did undoubtedly save my life and carried me into safety. Quite a physical feat for one of his weight. What do you suppose he weighs?" "About ten stone seven," the other answered. That was one hundred and forty-seven pounds. Trent was gradually building up a portrait of the man he feared. "And about five feet seven in height?" he hinted. "That's the man," Edgell asserted. "Quite a good looking chap, too, if you care for the type. Rather too effeminate for me although, God knows*, he is a man." It was not easy to see Colonel Langley, D.S.O. Trent knew that county magnates such as he was did not see everyone who desired an interview. He stayed at a good hotel in Norwich and enclosed Captain Edgell's letter in one of his own. The answer came back in the third person. It was favorable and punctiliously polite. Colonel Langley would be happy to see Mr. Anthony Trent at eleven o'clock on a certain morning. Dereham Old Hall was a dozen miles from Norwich, city of gardens, city of Norman cathedrals and many quaintly named parish churches. Trent hired a motor car and drove through the leafy Norfolk lanes. * >S£&. 42 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR Colonel Langley's residence was the wofk of Inigo Jones and a perfect example of the Renaissance style. It stood at least a mile from the high road. The lodge keeper telephoned to the house and Trent's driver was permitted to drive through the deer park ^and pull up before the great front doors. The room in which Anthony Trent waited for the colonel was evidently a sort of smoking room. Tro- phies of the chase adorned the walls. It was evi- dent Langley was a hunter of great game and had shot in all parts of the globe from Alaska to Africa. He was a man of six feet four in height, grizzled and wore a small clipped military moustache. It was not a hard face, Trent noted, but that of a man who had always been removed from pursuits or people who wearied him. There was a sense of power in the face and that inevitable keenness of eye which a man who commanded a regiment could not fail to have acquired. He bowed his visitor to a seat. He did not offer to shake hands. "You have come," he said politely, "from my former adjutant to ask a question concerning the regiment which he writes he could not tell you. I can think of nothing to which this would apply. -He had every thread of the business in his hands." "Captain Edgell could not tell me the real name of one of his men who enlisted under the name of William Smith." There was no change of expression on the rather cold face of the lord of broad acres. THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 43 "And what made Captain Edgell assume I could help you, sir?" "I don't know all the particulars but he was cer- tain you knew his real identity." "If I do," Colonel Langley returned, "I shall keep that knowledge to myself. I regret that you have had this trouble for nothing." "William Smith," Trent told the other, "saved my life. I want to thank him for it. Is there any- thing odd in that? You alone can help me so I come to you. I want to help William Smith. I have money which I should not have been able to enjoy but for him." "You imagine, then, that William Smith is pen- niless, is that it?" "He told me he was," Trent answered promptly. "I can offer him an opportunity to make good money in New York." He looked at Colonel Langley as he said it. If Smith was indeed of a great family the idea of being offered money and a job must amuse the one who knew his real name and estate. Sure enough a flicker of a smile passed over the landowner's face. "I am happy to inform you," he said, "that Mr. Smith is living at home with his family financially secure enough not to need your aid." "That," said Trent deliberately, "is more than you can say." "I am not in the habit of hearing my word doubted," the older man said acidly. "I am not doubting it," Trent said suavely, "I 44 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR mean merely to remind you that he may need my aid although it may not be monetary aid. You will remember that there have been passages in Mr. Smith's life which have not been entirely creditable." "Are you claiming to be friend or accomplice?" Langley snapped. "Let us say friend and confidant," Trent smiled. "Perhaps he made certain confessions to me —" "To you also?" Langley cried. In that moment he had said too much. During that hour when Edgell left the private alone with his commanding officer the officer had obtained his con- fidence and very likely a confession. He saw the soldier throw a quick glance at one of those old safes which disguised themselves as necessary ar- ticles of furniture. Trent's eyes dwelt on it no longer than the owner's did, but he saw enough. Colonel Langley had told him plainly that the con- fession was locked in the safe which looked like a black oak sideboard on which decanters and a hu- midor were arranged. "To me also," Trent repeated, "and it is because of it that I knew he did what he did for the reason he needed more money than a younger son could expect. Colonel Langley, I only want his real name. I want to help him. That's why I spoke of offering him money." "You will be glad to know," the colonel answered, "that Mr. Smith is at present in no need of money." 'You mean," Trent said sharply, "that you will not give me his real name and address?" THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 45 "I cannot tell you," Colonel Langley answered. "If you like I will write and say you have called and give him the opportunity to do as he pleases." Trent reflected for a moment. If Smith were not already aware of his presence in England it would be very unwise to advertise it. He was beginning to see he had been less than cautious in calling upon Edgell and Colonel Langley under his own name. "I need not trouble you to do that," he said, "if you wish to conceal his name it is no doubt your privilege and he will do well enough without my thanks." He made his chauffeur drive home at a temperate speed. The man knew all about the Langleys and was glad to tell the affable stranger. As they passed through the gates several carriages laden with men and some station carts filled with baggage passed into the gravelled drive. "Gentlemen come for the shooting," the chauffeur volunteered. "Tomorrow is September the first when partridge shooting commences. The colonel is a great shot and the King comes here often and the German Emperor has shot over those turnips in the old days. This is supposed to be the best par- tridge shoot in the kingdom and the birds are fine and strong this year — not too much rain in the Spring." "I suppose there'll be a regular banquet tonight," said Trent. "Tomorrow night's the night," said the chauffeur 46 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR grinning, "tonight they all go to bed early so as to be up to an early breakfast and have their shooting eyes. The colonel's terrible man if any of the guns only wound their birds. They've got to shoot well tomorrow if they want to come here again. I know because my uncle is one of the keepers." The man was surprised at the tip his American passenger handed him when they reached the Maids' Head Hotel, and charmed with his affability. He told his fellows that Trent was a real gentleman. He did not know that his unsolicited confidence had given the American a hint upon which he would be quick to act. As Trent had been driven along the Dereham Road approach to Norwich he had seen a little cycle shop where gasoline was sold and repairs made. The war had sent English people of moderate circum- stances back to the bicycle again and only the wealthy could keep cars or buy petrol at seventy- five cents a gallon. In his drive he had.seen several people of seemingly good position pedalling cheer- fully through the lanes. The chauffeur had touched his hat to one and spoken of him as rector of a near- by parish. Cycles were to be hired everywhere and the prevailing rate seemed to be sixpence an hour or three and six for the day. After dinner Anthony Trent found his way back to the little shop in the Dereham Road. "The Wen- sum Garage" it proudly called itself. Here he said he wished to hire a bicycle for a day. As dusk fell he was pedalling along to Dereham Old Hall. Few THE BEGINNING OF THE SEAKCH 47 people were about and those he passed evinced no curiosity. Avoiding the main road which passed in front of the lodge and gates by which he had entered, he hid his wheel between two hay stacks which al- most touched. Then he made his way through the kitchen gardens to the rear of the house. It was now ten o'clock and the servants' part of the big house seemed deserted. Already the lights in the upper stories were evidence that some guests were retiring to rest well before the "glorious first." From the shelter of the rose garden he could see a half score of men and women on the great terrace in front of the splendid house. He could see that they were all in evening dress. In a mosquitoless country this habit of walking up and down the long stone terraces was a common practice after dinner. Trent came so near to the guests that he could hear them talking. The conversation was mainly about to- morrow's prospects. He learned there was little dis- ease among the birds, that they were phenomenally strong on the wing and hadn't been shot over to any extent since 1914. Some guests deplored the fact that dancing was taboo on this night of nights but it was the Langley tradition and they must bend to it. "Think of it," he heard a woman say, laughing, "lights out at twelve! How primitive and delight- ful." She yawned a little, "I'm looking forward to it; we all stay up too late." "Good night, Duchess," he heard the man say. "Sleep well and pray I may be in form." 48 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "Duchess!" In the old days Anthony Trent would have thrilled at the title for it meant invari- ably jewels of price and the gathering of the very rich. But he was waiting outside the masterpiece of Inigo Jones not for any of those precious glittering stones for which he had sacrificed all his prospects of fame and honor but for the documents which he believed were hidden in the iron box, that ridiculous "pete" covered with black English oak. It was an- other of the "hunches" which had come to him. He had never been more excited about any of the many jobs he had undertaken. As he sat among the roses waiting for time to pass he reflected that the few failures that had been his had not been attended by any danger. He had lost the pearls that were wont to encircle the throat of a great opera singer because her maid had chosen an awkward hour to prosecute her amour with a chauf- feur. The diamonds of the Mexican millionaire's lady were lost to him because the house took fire while he was examining the combination of the safe. But they would wait. He would yet have them both. The booty for which he had come tonight was more precious than anything he had ever tried for. It was probably the key to safety that he sought. Trent did not doubt that there was a document in the safe which would enable him to hold something over the head of Private William Smith. He waited until twelve had struck from the stable clock and the terrace had been deserted a half-hour. To open the doors leading from the terrace was sim- THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 49 pie. Anthony Trent always carried with him on business bent two strips of tool steel with a key- blade at each end. With these two "T" and "V" patterns he could open the world's locks. A nine inch jimmy was easy to secrete. This was of the highest quality of steel and looked to the uninitiated very much like a chisel. But it differed from a chisel by having at its other end two brass plates set at right angles to one another. These could be adjusted to what angles were needed by turning countersunk screw bolts. It was the ideal tool for yale spring locks. He did not need it here. The doors opened at will with the "V" pattern skeleton key. Great oriental rugs deadened sound and the boards of the house were old, seasoned and silent. He found his way to the room in which the colonel had received him with little difficulty. First of all he opened the window and saw that he could spring clear out of it at a bound and land in a bed of flowers only three feet below. Then he came to the antiquated safe. The combinations were ridiculously easy. His trained ear caught the faint sounds as he turned the lever easily. These told him exactly the secret of the combination. It was not two minutes work to open the doors. An inner sheeting of steel confronted him but was opened by his jimmy. It was not safe to turn on the electric lights. In so big an estab- lishment with so many outdoor servants there might be many to remark an unexpected illumination. His little torch showed him all he wanted to know. 50 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR Colonel Langley had the soldiers' neatness. There were few valuables in the safe. They would be pre- sumably in his banker's strong boxes. There were packets of letters tied up and one long envelope. On it was inscribed, "Not to be Opened. In case of my death this must be destroyed by my heir, Reginald Langley." On the envelope was the date, July 27, 1918, and the single word, "Ladigny." Ladigny was a little village in France forever memorable by the heroic stand of the City of London regiment when it lost so terribly and refused to re- treat. Trent opened the envelope in such a way that no trace of the operation was seen. Then for ten minutes he read steadily, Almost a half hour was expended in copying part of it in a note book. Then the envelope was resealed and the safe closed. As he had worn gloves there was no fear of incrimin- ating finger prints. He did not think anyone would notice that a jimmy had been used. Then he closed the safe and its outer doors of black oak. He permitted himself the luxury of a cigarette. He had done a good night's work. If Private William Smith had sufficient evidence to place An- thony Trent behind the bars the master criminal had sufficient certain knowledge now to shut the mouth of the man he was tracking. Who would have thought a man reared in such a family would have fallen so low! It is a human failure to make com- parisons whereby others invariably shine with a very weak light, but Anthony Trent was saying no more than the' truth when he told himself that with THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 51 Smith's opportunities he would never have taken to his present calling. With Smith's opportunities he would be sitting in a big room like this and sitting in it without fear of interruption. The strain of the last few days had not been agreeable and this strain must grow in in- tensity as he grew Wder. It was always in such peaceful surroundings as these that Trent felt the bitterness of crime even when successful. He stopped suddenly short in his musing and crushed the bright tip of his cigarette into blackness beneath his foot. Someone was fumbling with the doorhandle, very quietly as though anxious not to disturb him. He cursed the carelessness that had allowed him to leave it unlocked. He had not be- haved in a professional way at all. Very cautiously he rose to his feet, meaning to leave by the open window when the door opened. Trent sank back into the shadow of the big chair. To make a dash for the window would mean certain detection. To stay motionless might mean he could escape later. Similar immobility had saved him ere this. The intruder closed the door and his sharp ears told him it was locked. Then a soft-treading form moved slowly through the dim light and closed the window, shut off his avenue of escape, and pulled across it two curtains which shut out all light. There were two other high windows in the room and across each one was pulled the light-excluding curtains. Then there was a click and the room sprang into brilliance. 54 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR There came to him the memory of another night in Fifth Avenue when a woman who seemed to be of fashion and position had so completely fooled him and had been left in possession of a large sum of currency. He moved toward a bookcase in which were a collection of books on fishing and shooting. "'African Game Trails,' " he said, "here it is." There was no doubt in his mind that the look she threw at him was not one of complete amiability. She wanted him to go. He asked himself why. It would have been easy for her to go and leave him, and the best way out of the difficulty, unless she had come for one specific purpose. If she had come for something concealed in the room and needed it badly enough she would try and wait until he went. Trent was certain she had no suspicion as to his own mission. In so big a house as Dereham Old Hall fifty guests could be entertained easily and it was unlikely she should know even half of them. He had observed that it was not the fashion in Eng- land to introduce indiscriminately as in his own country. Guests were introduced to their immedi- ate neighbors; but that appalling custom whereby one unfortunate is expected to memorize the names of all present at a gulp was not popular. Because she did not know him would not lead to suspicion. He was in no danger. Even a servant coming in would see in him only a friend of his employer. "Thank you," she said, taking the book with an appearance of interest. "Do you know I never THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 55 thought to see Americans at Dereham Old Hall with the single exception of Reginald's old friend Coning- ton Warren. Colonel Langley is so conservative but the war has broadened everyone hasn't it and stupid national prejudices are breaking down." "Conington Warren here?" he asked. "He lives in England now," she told him, "his physicians warned him that prohibition would kill him so they simply prescribed a country where he could still take this cocktail. You know him of course?" "A little," he said; she wondered why he smiled so curiously. He wondered what this beautiful girl would say if she knew it was at Conington Warren's mansion in Fifth avenue that he had started his career as a criminal. So that great sportsman, owner of thoroughbreds and undeniable shot, was in this very house! After all it was not a strange coinci- dence. The well known Americans who love horse and hound with the passion of the true sportsman are to be seen in the great houses of England more readily than the mushroom financier. "What other people are there here you know?" she demanded. "I can't tell you till tomorrow," he returned, "I only said a word or two to the Duchess. She de- plored having to go to bed so early and was disap- pointed at not being able to dance." "She is one of my dearest friends," the girl an- swered. "Which means you see her every fault," he laughed. 56 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "Isn't your neuralgia better?" she asked after a pause. Anthony Trent shook his head. "I shan't sleep all night," he said despondently. "Going to bed would only make it worse." She was obviously put out at this statement. "Then you'll stop here all night?" "At all events until it gets light. It's only two o'clock now. If you are keen on big game hunting you won't sleep if you begin that book." "You'll frighten the servants in the morning," she said later. "I'll tip them into confidence," he assured her. The girl was growing nervous. There were a hun- dred symptoms from the tapping of her little feet on the rug to the fidgeting with the book and the meaningless play with her fan. She started when a distant dog bayed the moon and dropped her book. It rolled under a table and Trent picked it up. But when he handed it back to her there was an air of excitement about him, an atmosphere of triumph which puzzled her. "You look as though- you enjoyed hunting for books under tables." "I enjoy any hunting when I get a reward for my trouble." "And what did you find?" she asked "a little mouse under the chair?" "I found a key," he said. "Someone must have dropped it," she said idly. "Not a door key," he returned, "but the key to a THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 57 mystery. Being a woman you are interested in mys- teries that have a beautiful society girl as their heroine of course?" "I really must disappoint you," she said rather coldly, "and I don't quite understand why you are not quick to take the many hints I have dropped. Can't you see I want to sit here alone and think? Your own room will be just as comfortably fur- nished. In a sense this is a sort of second home to me. Mrs. Langley and I are related and this room is an old and favorite haunt when I'm depressed. Is it asking very much that you leave me here alone?" "Under ordinary conditions no," he said suavely. "These are ordinary conditions," she persisted. "I'm not sure," he retorted. "Tell me this if you dare. Why have you the combination to a safe written on a little piece of mauve paper and con- cealed in the book on your lap?" She turned very pale and the look she gave him turned his suspicion into a desire to protect her. The woman of the world air dropped from her and she looked a frightened pathetic and extraordinarily lovely child. "What shall I do?" she cried helplessly. "You are a detective?" "Not yet," he said smiling, "although later I in- tend to be. But I'm not here even as a great ama- teur. Consider me merely a notoriously good shot suffering equally from neuralgia and curiosity. You have the combination of a safe concealed in this room and you want me to go to bed so that you may 58 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR take out wads of bank notes and pay your bridge debts. Is that right so far?" "You are absolutely wrong," she cried with spirit. "I need no money and have no debts. There are no jewels in the safe." "Letters of course," he said easily. She did not speak for a moment. He could see she was wondering what she dare tell him. She could not guess that he knew of the three packages of letters each tied with green ribbon. It was, he supposed, the old story of compromising letters. In- nocent enough, but letters that would spell evil tid- ings to the jealous fiance. They might have been written to Colonel Langley. Men of that heroic stamp often appealed to sentimental school girls and the colonel was undeniably handsome in his cold superior way. His heart ached for her. She was suffering. What had seemed so easy was now be- come a task of the greatest difficulty. "Yes," she said deliberately, "letters. Letters I must have." "Do you suppose I can stand by and see my host robbed?" "If you have any generosity about you you can in this instance. I only want to destroy one letter be- cause if it should ever be discovered it will hurt the man I love most in the world." Anthony Trent groaned. He had guessed aright. There was some man of her own class and station who did not love her well enough to overlook some little silly affectionate note sent to the beau sabreur 60 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR Then he crossed the room to his chair and lighted another cigarette. "Help yourself," he cried and picked up the book which had held the combination. The girl's back was to him and he could not see what she was doing. He heard the scratch of a match being lighted and saw her stooping over the stone fireplace. She was burning her past. Then he heard her sigh with relief. "I shall never forget what you have done for me," she said holding out her hand. "It was little enough," he said earnestly. "You don't know just how much it was," the girl returned, "or how grateful I shall always be to you. If I hadn't got that letter! I shouldn't have got it but for you. And to think that tomorrow we shall be introduced as one stranger to another. I'm rather glad I don't know your name or you mine. It will be rather fun won't it, being introduced and pretend- ing we've never met before. If you are not very careful the Duchess will suspect we share some dreadful secret." "The Duchess is rather that way inclined, isn't she?" he said. He held the hand she offered him almost uncom- fortably long a time. She would look for him to- morrow in vain. He supposed she would begin by asking if there were any other Americans there ex- cept Conington Warren. After a time she would find he was not a guest of the Langleys. She would come at last to know what he was. And with this knowl- edge there would come contempt and a deliberate THE BEGINNING OF THE SEARCH 61 wiping his image from her mind. Anthony Trent had no sentimental excuses to offer. He had chosen his own line of country. He looked at her again. It would be the last time. Perhaps there was a dangerously magnetic quality about his glance for the girl dropped her eyes. "Faustus," he said abruptly, "sold his soul for a future. I think I'd be willing to barter mine for a past." "Au revoir," she said softly. When she had closed the door he walked across the room to shut the safe. What secrets of hers, he wondered, had been shut up there so long. He found himself in a new and strange frame of mind. Why should he be jealous of what she might have written in the letter that was now ashes? She had probably thought hero-worship was love. She had a splendid face he told himself. High courage, loyalty and breeding were mirrored in it. He wondered what sort of a man it was who had won her. He looked at the neatly-tied bundle of letters. It seemed as though they had hardly been touched. Suddenly he turned to the compartment where the long letter had lain, the letter from which he had made so many extracts, the letter it was imperative Colonel Langley should believe to be intact. It was gone. In the* hearth there were still some burned pages. He could recognize the watermark. Anthony Trent had amiably assisted an unknown girl to destroy a letter whose safety meant a great deal to him. If Colonel Langley were to discover the 62 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR loss it would be easy enough to put the blame upon the bicycle-riding American who had pretended to be a friend of Private William Smith. As he thought it over Anthony Trent saw that the girl in blue had not lied to him, had not sought to entrap him by gaining his sympathy as the "Coun- tess" had succeeded in doing before another open safe in New York. He had assumed one thing and she had meant another. What was William Smith to this unknown beauty? Trent gritted his teeth. He was going to find out. At all events he now knew the real name of the private soldier who had shared the dug-out with him. The next thing was to find out where he lived. Chapter Four A LADY INTERRUPTS Anthony Trent told the obliging manager of the Maids' Head Hotel that he was interested mainly in the study of cathedral churches and since he had now studied the magnificent Norwich cathedral would push on to Ely. He found England an exceedingly easy place to shake off pursuers despite its small size. There were always junctions where he could change from one line to another without incurring suspicion. He started for Ely but was soon lost among the summer crowds which thronged the university city of Cam- bridge. The convenient system of merely claiming one's baggage and ordering a porter to take it to car or taxi rendered the tracking of it by baggage checks almost impossible. While it was true he was not pursued, so far as he knew, he wanted to be careful. It was not likely Langley would charge him with the theft of the Ladigny confession but it was quite probable that the Colonel might suspect the writer of the confes- sion. He might think that Smith had hired a clever American safe breaker to win for him what was very necessary for his freedom of action. And Smith, if he did not already know it, would find the man over 63 64 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR whom he held many years in American prisons al- most within his clutches. It was necessary that Anthony Trent should see Smith first and make a bargain with him. It was imperative that he meet the man alone and where he could place the cards on the table and talk freely. In a room of the quaint half-timbered hostelry in Norwich Trent had come across some useful books of reference. There were, for example, such guides to knowledge as "Crockford's Clerical Directory"; "Hart's Army List"; the "Court Directory of Lon- don" and "Lodge's Peerage and Baronetage." The name for which Trent sought diligently was that of Arthur Spencer Jerningham Grenvil. By these names Private William Smith had the legal right to be known. By these names he had signed a con- fession. A. S. J. Grenvil had admitted forging a check for two hundred pounds. The signature he had skil- fully imitated was that of Reginald Langley of Dere- ham Old Hall in the county of Norfolk. There was a copy of a letter written by Colonel Langley to Grenvil dated six years before. On the whole it was a letter which impressed Trent favor- ably. It was written from rather a lofty altitude by a man to whom family honor and the motto noblesse oblige meant a whole code of chivalry. "Until you went to Sandhurst you were a credit to your name and the great family from which you spring," he read. "Suddenly, without any warning, your habits altered and you became a gambler. Well, 66 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR ent Earl of Rosecarrel. Grenvil, therefore, was the family name of the Earls of Rosecarrel. In the peerage all the particulars concerning the Grenvils were laid bare. The tenth earl, who had been British Ambassador to Turkey, was a Knight of the Garter, etc., etc., had married Elizabeth only daughter of Admiral, Lord Arthur Jerningham and had issue: First the heir, Viscount St. Just, major in the Royal Horse Guards, V.C. G.C.B. Second and third, two sons killed in the great war. Fourth, Arthur Spencer Jerningham Grenvil of whom no particulars were given. Fifth came the Lady Rhona Elizabeth Onslow married to the Duke of Ontarlier in the peer- age of France and last the Lady Daphne Villiers Grenvil, unmarried. Trent reckoned out that she would be a girl of twenty-one. Private Smith would be twenty-six. The town house of the Earls of Rosecarrel was in Grosvenor Place and their country seats were Alder- wood Hall in Cambridgeshire and Rosecarrel Castle in Cornwall. Alderwood Hall was six miles from the university city and the house could be seen on one of the small hills to the west of the town. A guide book informed Trent that the house was thrown open to visitors on Thursdays at a small fee which went to the local hospital. There were to be seen some notable ex- amples of the "Norwich School" works by Crome, Cotman, Vincent and Stark. The butler was distressed by the heat of early Sep- 68 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR the scene in the dug-out when he and Arthur Grenvil waited for death and did not give way to terror. "He's down in Cornwall with the Earl, I suppose?" "And Lady Daphne," the butler added. "Since the death of the Countess she looks after every- thing." Trent visualized one of those managing domineer- ing young women who rule tenants relentlessly but after all exercise benevolent despotism in bucolic matters. "Was he badly hurt?" Trent asked before he left. "I hardly knew him," the butler said. "I give you my word I was fair shocked at the difference; isn't for the likes of me to question the ways of Provi- dence but why Mr. Arthur was left and the others taken I don't understand." Anthony Trent wondered, too. It would have saved him a great deal of worry if things had been reversed. On the whole this mauvais sujet of an ancient family was a consistent trouble maker. A Bradshaw's time table showed Trent that as Lord Rosecarrel's yacht was at Fowey he would be wise to make a trip to the Delectable Duchy, as a Fowey author has termed Cornwall, and disguise himself as a tourist and thus pave the way for a meeting with Private William Smith. He purchased a large scale automobile map of Cornwall and when he reached the quaint seaport had a fair idea of the locality. Rosecarrel Castle lay some ten miles away on the moorland. The A LADY INTERRUPTS 69 local guidebook told him all about it. It was the great house of the neighbourhood, a granite built fastness which had suffered siege many times. The Grenvils were a Cornish family of distinction and happier in their own West Countree than on the Cambridge estates. Trent had always found the consultation of local newspapers a great help toward knowledge of a com- munity and he immediately solaced himself with what Fowey had to offer. A perusal of the adver- tising columns gave him a good idea of what he could do to pass his time in a manner that would seem logical to the countryfolk. Since he was not a painter, and Fowey had no golf links, his occupa- tion in the absence of a sailing or power boat was merely that of a sightseer and he felt out of his ele- ment in this innocent guise. The local paper showed him that there were sev- eral "rough shootings" that he might rent for the season. These were tracts of farm and moorland Where partridges, hares, woodcock and an occasional pheasant might be found. One in the parish of St. Breward on the moors particularly attracted him. The local agent commended him on his wisdom. He did not know Anthony Trent had selected this des- olate tract of granite strewn moor because Rose- carrel Castle was but a half dozen miles distant. Trent had been less than a week in Cornwall when he was installed in a farmhouse, the owner of a spaniel of great local repute, and regarded simply as one of those sportsmen who took the shooting 70 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR every year and as such was above suspicion. Mr. Nicholls, the loquacious agent who had rented him the shooting and had driven him over to view it, talked a great deal of the great Earl of Rosecarrel. He regretted that since the death of the Countess few guests stayed within the castle. There had been brave days a few years back when Lord St. Just the son and heir had been master of the North Corn- wall Foxhounds. "But there's only the Honourable Arthur Grenvil there now," said Nicholls, "and Lady Daphne. Lord St. Just is military attache at Washington." "Since when?" Trent demanded. "Within a few weeks," said the agent. That was the reason why the younger brother had been to see him off at Liverpool. It was quite likely that Private Smith assumed Anthony Trent to be dead. Or he might have thought him boasting of another's deeds. But Trent was going to find out if possible. This time he had materials for a com- promise. Suddenly Nicholls pointed out a figure on horseback fully a half mile distant. "Like enough," said the agent, "that's the Hon- ourable Arthur. He rides about on the moors a lot. All this land as far as you can see belongs to the Earl." Trent could see that the rider was cantering along narrow paths inaccessible to vehicles. Well, the meeting would wait. Some morning he would rein in his horse beside that of Private Smith and see recognition dawn in the eye of the man when the A LADY INTERRUPTS 71 visitor announced himself as Anthony Trent. Then covetousness would follow and the thought of rich reward hearten the ex-private. Trent chuckled to himself as he thought of how the man's face would fall when he outlined his past history and showed him he was in possession of secrets which, once pub- lic, must bring him into the clutches of the inex- orable, passionless law of the realm. "Where can I get a horse?" he asked Nicholls. "John Treleaven over to St. Kew has a good hunt- ing horse he wants to sell. It will be a bargain at sixty pounds Mr. Trent. I'll tell him to ride it over tomorrow if you like." "All right," Trent said, "and I want saddle and bridle and so on." So Anthony Trent added Treleaven's stout horse to his possessions and when he was not shooting, rode over the moorlands purple with Cornish heather and yellow with gorse. Nearly always he rode near the castle of Rose- carrel and was often annoyed to find his pilgrimage shared by archaeologists and other visitors. Rose- carrel Castle had begun as a fortress; when cannon rendered masonry useless it had become a castellated mansion and now it showed the slow changes of the long centuries and was a delightful residence. The moat was a flower garden and the keeps were now green with grass and bright with roses. Admission was by presentation of a visiting card on a certain day. It was no part of Trent's purpose to send the name in which might remind Arthur 72 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR Grenvil of that memorable talk in the dark. When he disclosed himself it would be man to man and he was not able yet to satisfy his curiosity about the great building. He was gratified to find that the river Camel run- ning through part of the shooting he rented was a notable salmon and trout stream. The trout were small but the sea-run salmon went as high as thirty pounds. In Kennebago where his Maine camp was the land-locked variety seldom went to more than seven pounds. Directly he had secured his license, and the equipment he wired to London for had ar- rived, he clambered down the steep hill side to the river. But he fished very little that afternoon for as he climbed over one of the granite stiles he came face to face with two other anglers, a man and girl. The girl was none other than the mysterious lady in blue for whom he had opened Colonel Langley's safe. She came forward hand outstretched when she saw him. That she was a little confused he was certain, and perhaps a trifle fearful that he might make some allusion to the oddity of the circumstances under which they had first met. The man was almost a hundred feet from her. He was casting and too in- terested to look at anything but the deep pool in which salmon were wont to lie. "I was never able to thank you for that, that night at Dereham," she began, "but my father had one of his attacks and I had to leave the very next A LADY INTERRUPTS 73 day just before luncheon. I hope you had good sport." "Unusually good," he said. It was a great piece of luck that she still assumed him to be of the house party. But what was she doing here? When he asked she said, "We live near here." She looked around to see her companion coming toward her and the stranger. "This is my brother," she said, "Arthur Grenvil. Arthur this gentleman was staying at Dereham Old Hall when I was there. Mr.?" She looked at him pleadingly, "I'm so stupid about names." The stranger seemed to be looking at her when he answered, but his eyes were upon Arthur Grenvil. "Anthony Trent," he said urbanely. "How do you do," Grenvil said without betraying any emotion. "Had any luck?" "Not yet," Anthony Trent said still looking hard at him. Things were happening rather more quickly than he liked. Too many discoveries were discon- certing. First this girl was of course Lady Daphne Grenvil. And she had not any other motive in view in abstracting the confession than of helping her renegade brother. Anthony Trent felt himself ab- surdly pleased to know that. He had thought of her constantly and pitied her because he assumed her to be under the domination of a handsome heartless scamp like the Honourable Arthur. It was Grenvil's attitude which puzzled the Ameri- can. The name had apparently aroused no sus- picion. It proved the man was more dangerous than 74 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR he supposed if he were able to master his emotions with such ease. As they stood there chatting about flies and the size of the salmon Anthony Trent had time to study Grenvil's appearance. Assuredly he differed from the mental picture he had formed of him. To begin with there seemed nothing vicious about him. He was a very handsome man with small reg- ular features, finely formed nose and engaging blue eyes. Anthony Trent thought of the confession he had seen and remembered the talk in the dug-out. He called to mind the hints that the Alderbrook butler had let drop and the lack of enthusiasm the agent Nicholls had shown in speaking of him. From all accounts Arthur Spencer Jerningham Grenvil should be a very highly polished scoundrel but coarsened somewhat from his experiences in the ranks for so many years. And here he was with a sister he plainly adored, looking with a sort of shy good nature at the stranger. "It's so jolly to meet another keen fisherman," he said amiably, "I know the Camel so well that I can show you the best pools if you'd care about it." "That would be very kind of you," Anthony Trent returned. He did not know what to make of the man he had first known as Private Smith. There might be a mistake and yet, if there had been, why should Lady Daphne have risked disgrace in breaking open a safe for his sake. And the voice, the unmistakable voice, was that of the man to whom he had confided A LADY INTERRUPTS 75 all his dangerous, deadly secrets. "I haven't fished the river for almost seven years," the younger man went on. "My brother has been in the army for more than five years," the girl said, "and he hadn't much chance then. He was badly wounded and we are making him well again." "I'm being horribly spoiled, Mr. Trent," Grenvil smiled, "and I rather like it. Did you get in the big show by any chance?" "As long as I could be after my country declared war," Trent said looking at him hard. "We must exchange experiences." "Please don't" the girl begged, "Arthur's nerves can't stand it. The doctors say he must live out- doors and forget everything." "And are you able to forget — everything?" Trent asked him. Arthur Grenvil frowned a little. It was as though the memory of something unpleasing had lingered for a moment. "Most things," said the other. "Is it wise?" Trent demanded. This refusing even by a look or a smile to acknowledge that he remem- bered the memorable talk was disturbing. "Perhaps not," Grenvil admitted, "but wisdom and I never got on very well together." The sound of a motor horn broke the silence. "The car," said Arthur Grenvil to his sister, "We have to run away because people are coming over from the barracks to lunch. I hope I shall meet 76 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR you again Mr. Trent." He nodded pleasantly, "Come on Daphne." "Goodbye, Mr. Trent," she said brightly. "I hope you'll land a monster fish." Anthony Trent flung himself on the grass at the edge of the pool and lighted his pipe. Lordly salmon were no temptation to him at the moment. Private William Smith had beaten him so far. Private Smith had looked as innocent as a babe. He had been polite and gracious but had refused to ac- knowledge any former acquaintance. Again and again in the few minutes Trent had telegraphed to him plainly, "Well, here I am, the master criminal you were proud to know, what are you going to do?" And every time Private Smith had said, "I do not know you. I never saw you before." It was well enough to postpone the conversation until they were alone, but Trent resented the utter indifference of the younger man to his appeal. A man dare only do that who had no fear. That must be the reason. Grenvil had made only general statements in his half confession, statements which could not con- vict him. He felt he held the whip hand over the master. There would be a different expression on his face when Trent dropped a hint as to the dan- gers of forging. At the farm house where he was living Trent had little difficulty in getting side fights on the Grenvil family. He had never heard such disapprobation showered on a single member of any family as was the case with the farmer and his wife when they spoke of Arthur Grenvil. A LADY INTERRUPTS 77 They said his scandalous life had killed his mother. It was all bad companionship and drink, Mrs. Bassett the farmer's wife contended. He was all right till he left school to go into the army. He was cruel to animals and false to his friends. "He doesn't look it," Trent said slowly. "The devil gives his own a mask to fool the righteous," Mrs. Bassett contended. She was a pious soul. "I ought to know. I was a nursemaid at the castle before I married John Bassett." Never in all his career as a breaker of laws and an abstractor of the valuable property of others had Trent been so apprehensive as he was in quiet, beautiful Cornwall far from cities. In New York he had schooled himself to look unconcerned at the police he met on every corner. Here there seemed to be no police and yet he looked anxiously at every stranger who passed by the moorland farm. He told himself it was the effect of his war hardships, his wounds and shell shock. But he knew his nerves were steady, his muscles strorfg as.ever and his health magnificent. He was forced to admit that he was on edge because of this meeting with Arthur Grenvil. "This has got td end," he said after breakfast next morning, "I've had enough uncertainty." A few minutes later he was on horseback and on his way to Rosecarrel Castle. It might not be easy to see Grenvil in his home surrounded by servants but he would make the attempt. He had no reason- able excuse for infringing the etiquette of the oc- 78 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR casion. He had not been invited to call and he knew no common friends of the family. It would be a business call. He would send in his card and say he desired to see Mr. Arthur Grenvil on a matter of importance. He was within two miles of the castle when he saw the man he had come to see mounted on a chestnut polo pony cantering along and driving a white polo ball over the stretch of firm turf. Grenvil pulled up as he saw the American. "Trying to get my eye back," he said smiling. "Corking game, polo, ever play it Mr. Trent?" "I've had to work too hard," Trent snapped. "Much better for you I've no doubt," said Gren- vil idly, "If one may ask it, what sort of work did you do?" "You've no idea I suppose?" Grenvil looked at him mildly. "How can I have any idea?" he asked. Anthony Trent from his bigger horse looked down at the man on the polo pony sourly. There was that bland look of irritating innocence that would have convinced any judge and jury. But it did not sway him. In just such a pleasantly modulated voice, and with no doubt just such an ingratiating smile Pri- vate Smith had feared Anthony Trent was dying in very bad company. "You said you were not able to forget everything. I supposed that my work might be one of the things you still remembered." " Chapter Five THE MAN WHO DENIED Thinking things over that night as he walked along the Camel banks and disturbed the otters at play, Anthony Trent determined to call upon Arthur Grenvil and force him to acknowledge that he had not forgotten the conversation, the confidence that was so fully given, in the dug-out. Footmen and a butler barred his ingress. They were polite and filled with regrets but the facts re- mained that Mr. Arthur Grenvil by doctor's orders saw none. The Lady Daphne was engaged. The men-servants could offer him no hope. He was able to see at close range some advantages of the many servants the rich were able to employ to hedge them about with privacy. The Rosecarrel butler was less urbane than his brother at Alderwood and the op- portunity for private conversation was lacking. Trent saw in this rebuff another move in the subtle game Private Arthur Smith was playing. The next two days were spent in riding over the moors but not a glimpse of Lady Daphne or her brother did he get. He was certain they were avoid- ing him deliberately. The idea possessed Trent that Arthur Grenvil was not satisfied to obtain merely the rewards that were offered for his apprehension. 80 THE MAN WHO DENIED gi If he followed the great thefts of the world he would know that four of its most famous stones were still missing. And from Trent's confession he would guess the master criminal still held them. They were even now in Trent's Maine camp ornamenting a brass Benares lamp as though they were merely the original pieces of glass that had occupied the spaces when Trent purchased it. Trent could sell through discreet sources the loot that was hidden in Kennebago for not less than half a million dollars. If Arthur Grenvil chose to command him to do so and share the proceeds what could he do? The hold he had on the other man was slight. Langley might have extorted the confession more as a warn- ing than an instrument to use against a relative. In the two other cases to which Arthur Grenvil had confessed his creditors were those who had been his friends. He had embezzled the mess funds of his regiment. It was unlikely that a cavalry regiment which had fought from Dettingen to Mons would like a story of that sort to get abroad. On the morning of the third day after his rebuff at the hands of the footmen Trent made up his mind. He would see Arthur Grenvil and see him at once. "If he thinks he can keep me out," said Trent his mouth tightening to a narrow line, "he holds me too cheap." It happened that Arthur Grenvil knew nothing of the attempt of Anthony Trent to see him. The doctors had indeed ordered him rest. Lady Daphne 82 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR when she heard of Trent's insistence said nothing but wondered why it was that he should make the attempt. She still thought uneasily of that night at Dereham when he had discovered her with the com- bination to her host's safe. There was such a thing as blackmail and, after all what did she know of the American except that he had been a guest of the Langleys. In itself this should have been enough to vouch for his position in life. She found herself more interested in Anthony Trent than in any man she had ever met. And it was because of this concern that in a letter to Alicia Langley she asked about him. Alicia's letter was astonishing. "I can't imagine, my dear Daphne to whom you refer. There was no Anthony Trent here on the first. The only American was Mr. Conington Warren who was wafted to our shores permanently on the waves of prohibition. I think you knew personally every other man except the Duke of Valladolida. He is, of course, a grandee of Spain, short, slight and bald, but a first rate shot, Reginald says, and plays polo for the Madrid team. Certainly there was no tall, clean-shaven, good- looking man here whom you don't know quite well." Alicia Langley invariably added postscripts. This time it interested the reader more than the letter. "I showed your letter to Reginald and he was al- most excited. He said an Anthony Trent had mo- tored over from Norwich and wanted to learn particulars of a private in his regiment. As the private in question was Arthur you may draw your THE MAN WHO DENIED 83 own inferences if you can. Reginald refused to speak so this Trent man of yours doesn't know Arthur's nom de guerre from anything he has learned here. Reginald wants you to tell him where you met the man. Please do as he seems to think it very serious." ^ While Lady Daphne read this communication, not without agitation, her brother was dressing for dinner. Some people were coming over from Pen- carrow. He occupied two splendid rooms facing west and was looking over the moorland to the sea when the handle of the room leading to a large upper hall was opened noiselessly and admitted An- thony Trent. When Grenvil remembered he had not long to make the change from flannels into evening dress, he turned about to see the American sitting in a comfortable chair. "Please don't try and ring for the servants," Trent advised smoothly, "because I am nearest to the bell and I shall not permit it." If he expected an outbreak of anger he was dis- appointed. Instead there was that puzzled expres- sion which could only arise from innocence of Trent's identity or the most finished art. "Don't think I am a housebreaker," Trent went on equably, "I am not. This is visitors day if you remember and after paying my shilling I looked at the state rooms, pictures and autotograph letters and fell asleep. When I woke up I entered this room by mistake." "And you want to find your way out?" Grenvil 84 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR returned. "If you will ring the bell I will have you shown." "Not until I have had the opportunity of talking a little to you. In our first conversation I was in- discreet. You will admit that, won't you?" "Were you?" Grenvil answered vaguely. "I really don't remember Mr. Trent." "Then you deny ever having seen me until we met by the salmon pool a few days ago?" Trent looked at him like a hawk. "I do," Grenvil retorted. "Then if you do, why don't you resent my butting in like this? Why don't you call some men-servants and have me flung out for a damned nuisance? Say I threatened you, say anything an innocent man could and would say. Your attitude doesn't fool me in the least. You are playing a deep game but I can play a deeper." Grenvil shrugged his shoulders with a gesture of weariness. "There are many things I cannot ex- plain," he said. "You are going to begin right now," Trent said. He was not in a mood to be trifled With. He firmly believed that this man was planning to send him to goal for a period of years so long that he would come out a whitehaired broken man. He looked round frowning as steps sounded along the corridor and a tap came on the door. "Let me in Arthur," he heard Lady Daphne say, "I've had a most extraordinary letter from Aunt Alicia. I must see you about it." THE MAN WHO DENIED 85 She rattled the locked door impatiently. Her brother walked over to it. Trent could offer no ob- jection. He was confused and annoyed that at a moment such as this the girl must interrupt. To Anthony Trent she was as one above and apart. There was no use in concealing that he himself was a crook no matter how differently he pursued the profession from the lesser lights whom he despised. And Arthur Grenvil was as crooked as he with less excuse for it. Lady Daphne stopped short when she saw Trent rise from his chair and bow. Her greeting was so wholly different from the friendly manner she had shown ere this, that he was at loss to understand it. He did not know that Mrs. Langley was the Aunt Alicia. He could only suppose her brother had hinted that he was not what he seemed. "I was not told you were here," she said. "I'm glad you've come," Arthur Grenvil said. Trent could see that he only spoke the truth. From what did he expect his sister to protect him. "Mr. Trent here has an idea I'm deliberately pretending not to know who he is." "I assure Mr. Trent," she said haughtily, "that at all events I know what he is." Trent looked at her a little quizzically. "I wonder if you really do," he commented. "I shall be very glad to prove it," she answered, "but I am not anxious that my brother should have to listen. I hoped you understood that he is under the doctors' orders and must not be worried. As 86 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR dinner is almost ready and I have several things to do will you be kind enough to put this discussion off until tomorrow morning?" "Just as you please," he said. "When and where?" "You are staying at the Bassetts I think. Very well I will drive over there tomorrow at half past ten." He flushed. The inference was plain. He was not permitted to meet her within the castle. The ser- vant who showed him out seemed to feel differently today. He felt outcast. There was a little apple orchard behind the Bas- setts' stone built barns where each day Anthony Trent used to practise short approaches with a fa- vorite mashie. He held it as an axiom that if a golfer kept his hand in with short mashie practise he would never be off his game. He was industriously trying to approach over a tall spreading tree when he heard the sound of wheels outside. It was not yet time for his appointment with Lady Daphne but he could see from the higher ground of the orchard that it was she. She was driving a dashing pair of chest- nuts to a mail phaeton. By her side sat a man with a powerful unscrupulous face who was evidently amusing her by his conversation. Trent supposed he was a guest at the castle, some man who had the right to meet her by reason of being on the right side of the law. Almost jealously Anthony Trent saw him help her to alight. He was a heavily built man but not THE MAN WHO DENIED 87 an ungraceful one and he was exceedingly well dressed. Trent judged him to be five and forty and used to dominating men. He had noticed often that men most ruthless with their fellows have the most charming ways with women. "I shan't be very long," Lady Daphne said laugh- ing, "You will be able to smoke just two cigarettes, Mr. Castoon." Castoon. Of course it was Rudolph Castoon the banker, the English born member of the great con- tinental firm of bankers and financiers. One of the brothers was a leader among New York capitalists. It was said that each Castoon was loyal to the coun- try where it had been arranged he should be born. It was in the sweet smelling sitting room of the Bassetts that Trent found her. She was standing up and refused to be seated. Her enmity now was hardly concealed. "I find," she began, "that you have deceived me. You claimed to be one of the guns at Colonel Lang- ley's shoot." "I permitted you to assume it," he corrected, "but that is not an excuse." "Colonel Langley is very anxious to know where it was I saw you and under what circumstances." "You will hardly inform him as to that," said Trent smiling. "If it becomes necessary I shall," she replied. "At all events I was in the house of a relative while you were there —" "As a thief in the night. Thank you." 88 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "You were there as a detective." She had never seen him lose his calm before. He flushed red and a look of hatred came over his face. "A detective! I? If you knew how I loathed them you would never suspect me of being that." "If not why are you down here hounding my brother?" "Hasn't he told you?" "He says you persist in pretending to know him." "Lady Daphne," Trent said earnestly, "Was your brother a Private William Smith, a gentleman ranker in the seventy-eighth battalion of the City of London Regiment?" "Yes," she answered. "And wasn't this same man under his own name expelled from Harrow School and Trinity College, Cambridge." "Then you are a detective!" she cried. "On my honor, no," he exclaimed. "Lady Daphne, your brother saved my life, and when I wanted to speak about the very terrible and unusual experi- ence he denied knowing me." "You are not telling me everything," she said after a pause, "I am glad you are not a detective even though you may be not what I thought you, but is it reasonable you should try to force yourself on a man who quite evidently wants to be alone with his thoughts just to thank him for doing something every soldier was glad to do for any other allied soldier?" "There was something else," he admitted. "I may THE MAN WHO DENIED 89 as well tell you what. We were, as we had every reason to think, dying. We told each other part of our past lives. Why I don't pretend to understand. Nerves I suppose and the feeling that nothing mattered in the least. I told him part of my past which in effect put a club in his hand to use over me. When I got better I assumed he was killed. I found he wasn't and followed him here to ask what he was going to do with his knowledge. You wondered what errand I had at Dereham Old Hall. It was to read through the confession which you burned. I had read it and replaced it before you came in." "Then you know all about him?" she gasped. "I know what was written there," he answered "I wanted to know so that I could tell him I, too, had a weapon with which to fight. I am not his enemy, far from it." "You mean you don't want to threaten him or hold your knowledge of what he did over us?" He looked at her gloomily. To think that this was the impression she had of him hurt. "So that's what you think of me," he said slowly. "Indeed it isn't," she answered quickly. "I didn't think it in the beginning and I don't want to do so now, but what was one to think?" "It was your brother's behaviour that puzzled me," he said, "and still puzzles me. Don't you see I only want to be sure that he won't use what I told him?" Lady Daphne looked at him curiously. Here was a man whose manners were perfect, who seemed to gO THE 8ECRET OF THE 8ILVER CAR have the same sports and occupation of the kind of men she knew hinting that he had done things of whose consequence he was afraid. She supposed there were many temptations into which a man might fall, lapses of which he .might repent and still go in fear of discovery. "I don't wonder you were bewildered," she said presently, "and I understand far better than you how it was. Mr. Trent you need never be afraid that the man who was Private Smith will ever say a word to any living souls of what you said to him." "How can I be certain?" he demanded. "You don't know the rewards that a man might gain for speaking the truth about me." "Private William Smith and my brother Arthur are two different people." He looked at her in astonishment. Was the weary chase, the long.uncertainty to begin again? There was never a doubt in his mind but that' what she told him was true even if it was hard to be believed. "Then where is Private Smith?" he asked, "Where is the man who knows the real me?" "At the castle," she said. He made a gesture of despair. \ "It is incomprehensible." "I am going to tell you about them — about the two utterly different men." She said nothing for a full minute. Then she went to the door and called Mrs. Bassett into the room. "Please tell Mr. Cas- toon I shall have to keep him waiting rather longer than I thought." THE MAN WHO DENIED 91 "Certainly, my Lady," Mrs. Bassett said. Later she told her husband that Mr. Castoon looked very black at the news. "He's not the kind to like being kept waiting," she explained. "Princes of the Blood ought to be glad to wait for Lady Daphne," the tenant farmer cried. "You learned somehow that Arthur was expelled from Harrow. It is true* He managed to get into Trinity but lasted only a term. Then came Sand- hurst and a commission finally and black disgrace. Mr. Rudolph Castoon who is a friend of my eldest brother took pity on him and made him one of his secretaries — he's in Parliament you know — but even he couldn't do anything. Then a little while in Australia and failure there. The last thing he did was to enlist just before the war broke out. Colonel Langley was given the command of a London regi- ment and found Arthur under the name you knew." "But you said he wasn't Private Smith," Trent broke in eagerly. "You will see later what I mean. How did you meet him?" Trent explained in a few words. But what con- fessions or boasts he had been betrayed into making he said nothing about. "My brother was expelled from Harrow when he was eighteen. Until he was seventeen he was one of the sweetest natured boys you could imagine. He was full of fun and mischief but all his tutors loved him and there wasn't a particle of vice in him. Sud- denly he seemed possessed of devils. He drank, he 92 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR gambled — and cheated — he was insolent to his teachers. It broke my mother's heart. It helped to make my father the silent broken man he is today. It was the same when he went up to Trinity and the same when he was at Sandhurst. ..." There was a long pause. Trent could see she was struggling against tears. There welled up in him an almost divine pity. He wanted to soothe her, comfort her and let her cry on his shoulder. It was in this moment that Anthony Trent knew he loved her and would always love her. Those passing affections of adolesence were pale, wan emo- tions compared with this. And it was an hour of grief to him. He realized that his ways of life had cut him off irremediably from marriage with such a woman as this. . "What happened," she said at last, "when you came to after being blown from that dug-out?" "I was badly hurt," he answered, wonderingly, "those high explosives play the strangest tricks with one." "This is what happened to my brother. He was unconscious for a very long time and his head was fearfully mangled. When he came out of ether he said very distinctly. 'Oh Bingo, how rottenly clumsy of you.'" "Who was Bingo?" Trent asked. "At the time nobody knew. Arthur's uniform was torn off in the explosion and his regiment unknown." "He could have told them," Trent asserted. She shook her head. THE MAN WHO DENIED 93 "You are mistaken. He could not tell them. They thought he was, what's the word, malingering. They thought he wanted to be sent back and get out of the fighting. Then he complained of the dreadful noise. By degrees they found that he did not even know of the war. They thought of course he was pretending. My father heard of the wound and al- though he had disowned him he had him brought to our house in Grosvenor Place. We had specialists, those new sorts of doctors who don't depend on medicines. Arthur thought he was still at Harrow eight years or more ago. Then I remembered a boy who shared a study with him there, a boy who had stayed here, a son of Sir Willoughby Hosken who has a place near Penzance. Bingo was somewhere in the Struma valley with his battery and in answer to a letter said that the only act of clumsiness he could call to mind was when he accidentally hit Ar- thur with an Indian club in the gym at school. One of the doctors went over to Harrow and found Arthur had been hit like this and was in the infirm- ary for three days. Mr. Trent, it was after that ac- cident he altered entirely." "I've heard of such cases," Trent said quickly. "Pressure of some sort on the brain they call it. There was quite an epidemic of such incidents in America a few years ago. It was supposed to be a cure for bad boys. Then you think —" "I know," she said emphatically. "He is now ex- actly as he was when he was a boy, gentle, thought- ful and clean. Our specialists saw the army sur- THE MAN WHO DENIED 95 good part of his life you know. He is always hoping that his memory will come back but the doctors say it won't." She hesitated a Utile, "Poor Arthur is very much depressed at times. Could you try and remember as much about him as possible?" "Surely," said Anthony Trent. "As it happens I met a man out there who knew him well and said he was a good soldier." "I wish my father could know that," she said. "I'm going to ask you to luncheon tomorrow and to meet a man whose life Arthur saved would cheer him enormously. We shall be alone." She frowned, "I'd forgotten Mr. Castoon who is probably furious at being kept waiting. I promised him I'd be back in two cigarettes time. I was going to drive in to Camelford but I don't think I will. I feel almost that I want to cry." She held out her hand impul- sively. "Forgive me for what I thought about you and come to luncheon at one tomorrow." "You don't know how I'd like to," he said wist- fully, "but you have forgotten about my past; and I had no such excuse as your brother." "You are exaggerating it," she said more brightly. "Anyhow it's all over." Exaggerating! And even were it all over, which he doubted, a blacker past remained than ever she dreamed of. "I don't want Mr. Castoon to see that I've got tears in my eyes. Please tell him to wait a little longer while I talk to Mrs. Bassett. Au revoir." Anthony Trent watched her go and then sighed. THE MAN WHO DENIED 97 touches the pillow. And my appetite is better. I eat three eggs for breakfast every morning. Do you sleep well?" "I did not come here to sleep," Castoon frowned. "But if you are here for long you must," Trent said pleasantly. "I am not in the least interested in your health or how many eggs you can eat for breakfast." Cas- toon's manner was frankly rude, "I want to know where Lady Daphne Grenvil is." "She said she had forgotten you," Trent answered, "she also said you would probably be furious at being kept waiting." "I am," Castoon asserted. "Would it be too much to ask the reason?" "I expected you to," Trent said affably. The time he took to select a cigarette from his case and the meticulous manner in which he lighted it added to the other man's ill temper just as Anthony Trent in- tended it should. "If you are quite finished, sir," Castoon cried, "I should be glad to hear." "As an American," Trent began airily, "I like the old family servant tradition. Lady Daphne is talk- ing over her childhood days with Mrs. Bassett. My mother was from the Southern states and I suppose I inherit a liking for that sort of thing." "Will you come to the point, sir?" Castoon ex- claimed. "I thought I told you that Lady Daphne was talk- ing over nursery reminisences with an old servant." fS THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "She may be doing that now, but what was she doing before? I'll tell you; she was talking to you. Do you deny it?" "My dear man," Trent cried in apparent surprise, "Deny it? I boast about it! It is the only thing I hope will be printed in my obituary notices." "I'm not sure I should be desolated at reading your obituary notices," Castoon said keeping his temper back. He could say no more for Lady Daphne came hurrying along the hydrangea-bor- dered path to the gate. "I'm dreadfully sorry, Mr. Castoon," she cried. "I can forget everything now that you are here," he returned gallantly, "even the humour of this young man whose name I don't know." "Mr. Anthony Trent of New York," she told him. "You'll meet him at luncheon tomorrow." "That will make it a very pleasant function," the financier said grimly. He could say no more be- cause the horses reared impatiently and for a mo- ment there was danger. "That off horse nearly came over backward," Cas- toon said when the team had settled down a little and the farm was a half mile behind. "But it didn't," Lady Daphne said calmly, "so why worry?" "It would have been his fault," Castoon said ven- omously. "You don't seem to like him," she said smiling. "I hate any man who looks at you as he does." "How does he look?" she asked with an air of in- nocence. THE MAN WHO DENIED 99 "He looks at you as if he was in love with you, and I hate any man to do that." "You have no right to resent it Mr. Castoon," she said coldly. "I have told you a hundred times that you concern yourself far too much with my affairs." "I'm going to marry you," he said doggedly. "I never fail. Look at my. life history and see where I have been beaten. I know you don't care for me yet. You'll have to later." "My father doesn't care for you either." Rudolph Castoon sniffed impatiently. "His type is dying out. He still remains ignorant that money has displaced birth." "It's the one thing money won't buy, though," she reminded him. "Birth can't buy power," the financier said quickly, "and money means power. Your father has had both. It would have been easier for me to marry Daphne, daughter of the Earl of Rosecarrel, Vis- count St. Just, Baron Wadebridge, Knight of the Garter, and Ambassador to Turkey, and all the rest of it, than it will be to marry you now your father has abandoned his career." "That sounds merely silly to me," she exclaimed. "Someday I will explain to you how very sensible it is. You will understand exactly." "Do you mean you are so inordinately vain you would rather marry an ambassador's daughter than the daughter of a man who isn't a power politically any more?" "At least I can say I don't mean that. I am vain, 26S-1MA A 100 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR that's true, but I wish you were one of the daughters of a tenant farmer on these purple moors instead of being an earl's daughter." He sighed a little. Then the recollection of Anthony Trent came back. "Who is this man Trent?" he demanded. "A delightful man," she said, "an American who knows how to behave. I met him at a houseparty somewhere or other. He used to know Arthur." Castoon could not keep back a sneer. "That vouches for him of course." "At least he wouldn't say anything as underbred as that," she cried angrily, and touched one of her high-mettled chestnuts with a lash. Castoon hung on to the seat as the pair tried to get away. "You'll kill yourself some day driving such horses as these," he said later. He was not a coward; but unnecessary risk always seemed a childish thing to create and he believed himself heir to a great destiny. _ i Chapter Six FRESH FIELDS If Anthony Trent thought he was to be the guest at a small luncheon party where he could meet Ar- thur under friendlier circumstances and talk to Daphne intimately, he was mistaken. Castoon was staying at the castle and a number of people motored over from Falmouth as well as the owner of a big yacht lying for the time in the Fowey river. Lord Ro&ecarrel was very amiable. He seemed in- tensely grateful that Trent ^ave up a morning's shooting to attend a luncheon. There was no trace of suspicion about him. He had been told that Mr. Trent, an American of means, had been a guest at Dereham Old Hall. His daughter had not informed him of Alicia Langley's letter. But he was most interested to know that his son had saved the visitor's life. It was the one good act in the black years which had given him so much sorrow. Also Daphne had told him that Arthur liked Trent and would be a good companion. The physicians who were watching Arthur's case recommended that he should be kept interested. They desired that the 101 FRE8H FIELDS 103 There's nothing financially shady about him and if Daphne should ever get bitten with the idea of making a salon, he's the man to marry." "What a brutal way to look at it," he said gloomily. "Are you young enough to believe in those delight- ful love matches, Mr. Trent?" the girl asked. "I did till I was almost fifteen." Anthony Trent should have been amused to find himself on the side of the angels. As a rule fife had provoked cynicism in him and here he was fighting for ideals. "I talked like that until I was fifteen," he smiled, "and I meant it." Ada Barham turned her dark brilliant eyes on him. She rather envied the girl who had captured him. She felt it was a lover talking. "Of course you are in love," she retorted. "I al- ways meet the really nice men too late. Dare you confess it?" "I admit it," he said a little confused. "American girls are very charming," Miss Barham declared. "I stayed at Newport a month last year. Of course you know Newport?" "Fairly well," he admitted. Oddly enough the recollection of his Newport triumphs was not as pleasing as usual. He had made some of his richest hauls in the Rhode Island city. What an amazing thing, he reflected, that he was here as a guegfrSmong people on whom, as a class, he s^f1 104 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR had looked as his lawful prey. Castoon with his millions was the sort of man he would like to meas- ure his wit against. When Castoon looked across the table at him with a kind of innocent stare he de- cided that it would be a delightful duel. He knew English women wore little jewelry during the day so he could not estimate the value of what they owned at a luncheon, but he was certain Miss Barham's mother, who was addressed as Lady Harriet, had family jewels worth the risk of seeking to get. A woman whose husband owned a two- hundred feet steam yacht was distinctly among those whom in former days he had been professionally eager to meet. Before the luncheon Lady Daphne had explained that her brother would not be at the table. The family was anxious that he should not be subjected to the confusion of professing ignorance of some man or event which he ought to know. By degrees he was getting his bearings and reading through files of old newspapers the main events of the years that had been wiped from his mind. Anthony Trent was taken to the big room by a footman, the same room he had entered unan- nounced. "You must have thought me awfully rude," Ar- thur Grenvil said cordially, "but my sister had told you the reason. She says I used to know you." Grenvil looked at him wistfully, "I think she said I had saved your life." "You did," Trent answered promptly. And then, FRESH FIELDS 105 because he was sorry for the ex-'Tommy" but more because he loved the other's sister, he plunged into a stirring account of the incident omitting the part of the exchange of confidences. "Apparently," said Grenvil, "it was the only de- cent thing I did during those dreadful forgotten years. If you knew the agony of not knowing what I did and dreading every day to learn something more of my career you'd pity me. I couldn't meet Castoon. They say I was a sort of secretary to him for six months and he had to send me away. All I remember of him is that he was my father's private secretary when I was a small boy of ten and my father ambassador at Constantinople. I'm afraid to see any of the people who come here." "That will pass," Trent said reassuringly, "you'll get a grip on yourself as your health improves." "That's what Daphne says," Arthur answered, "Isn't she splendid?" "Indeed she is," Trent said not daring to put the fervor in his voice that he felt. There was almost an uncanny feeling in talking with this new Arthur Grenvil. As a judge of men, and as a man who had met a great number of criminals and could estimate theni accurately, Trent had known even in the dark- ness of the dug-out that Private William Smith was bad. Despite the absence of coarseness from the speech of the unseen man Trent had felt that he was evil and dangerous, a man to watch carefully. And this same man stripped of his mantle of black deeds was 106 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR now sitting talking to him with the deferential air of the junior listening with respect to his superior in years and his superior in knowledge. What a role for Anthony Trent, master criminal! But he played it as well as any of the parts he had set himself to enact. He became the elder brother, the sage counsellor, the arbiter, the physical trainer and the constant companion. In the beginning he cheerfully set out to play the part in order to win Daphne's approval. Later he really liked Arthur. He taught him to drive the high powered Lion car that was seldom used by the earl's chauffeurs and discovered in him an aptitude for mechanics which delighted his father. "You have done more for my son than I imagined could be done by anyone," Lord Rosecarrel said gratefully. "I owe him no small debt," Anthony Trent re- torted, "and it's a very pleasant way of trying to pay it." It was not often that he saw the earl. Occasion- ally they played a game of billiards after dinner but the elder man was constantly occupied with reading when he was not aboard his boat. Since he had come to Cornwall, Trent had discovered what an im- portant personage Lord Rosecarrel had been in the political life of his country until his sudden resigna- tion a year before the war. Every now and then Trent would see regret expressed in a London paper or weekly review that he would not place his vast knowledge of the near East at his country's disposal. FRESH FIELDS 107 There was still considerable trouble centering about the Balkans; and since the earl had been min- ister or ambassador at Belgrade, Bucharest and Con- stantinople he knew the country as few could hope to do without his experience. The prime minister himself, snatching a few days of golf at Newquay, motored over to the castle to lunch and asked his host personally to come from his retirement. It happened that Trent was lunch- ing at the castle and heard the earl's decision not to leave private life. There was an incident in con- nection with this which made a curious impression on the American. When he had declined to represent his country finally, Lord Rosecarrel looked over the table at his son who was talking gaily and did not observe the glance. It was a look almost of hate that the earl flashed at him. Then it passed and was succeeded by the melancholy which the old aristocrat's face habitually wore. Trent was certain none had seen but he and he had never seen an evidence of it be- fore. He reflected that Arthur was never wholly at ease in his father's company. Again and again he had caught a certain shamed look when the earl was speaking. Of course it was the knowledge of how in the forgotten years he had disgraced an honored name. That was understandable. But why should the father who knew all and had forgiven suddenly throw this look of hate over the table at the uncon- scious son? 108 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "Arthur," said Trent one day to Lady Daphne, "looks as if he were still begging forgiveness. Why?" "It must be fancy on your part," she said and changed the subject instantly. He supposed it was some other skeleton, from that full closet, whose rattling bones had not been buried yet. There was something which still rankled in the earl's memory. He knew he would never find its origin from Daphne. His intimacy with the Grenvils began to alarm him. It was a fellowship which must sooner or later come to an end." He was utterly without vanity when it came to his relationship with Lady Daphne; but his love for her gave him such an insight and sympathy with her that he could not but be con- scious that of late a softer mood had come to her when they were alone together. He knew that she looked for his presence where before she had been indifferent. Sometimes when they touched hands at parting there was the faint, lingering hold which said more than looks or spoken words. It distressed him to hear that she had de- fended him valiantly when the wife of a nearby landowner had referred to him as an American ad- venturer and fortune hunter. Daphne had sprung to his rescue in a flash. Half the country gossiped about it. It was very loyal of her, he felt, but also very unwise. The earl had heard of it and was displeased. But he trusted his daughter and Trent was working amazing changes with Arthur. It was only when FRESH FIELDS 109 the prime minister spoke of the American that Lord Rosecarrel knew he must not ignore the thing any longer. "And who is the good looking lad upon whose words your daughter hangs?" "A delightful fellow," the earl said, "I don't know what Arthur would have done without him. He is reconstructing the poor boy." And indeed the earl was fond of the stranger. But his daughter must marry into her own station in life. His other girl's home was in France and he wanted Daphne to remain in England. It occurred to him as very strange that he had made so few in- quiries into Trent's antecedents. He supposed it was the man's personal charm and the fact that he was himself not in good health that had allowed him to be careless. One day at a dinner that came in the week after the prime minister's visit, a dinner to which Trent alone was bidden, he said: "We shall miss you very much when you have to go, Mr. Trent, but I suppose your affairs in America call you imperatively." Anthony Trent made no answer for the moment. It was as though sentence of death had been passed upon him. He could only admit that this was the logical if long-delayed end to the pleasantest days of his life. He had brought it on himself by his own weakness. For all his strength he was in some ways deplorably weak. He had been weak to leave the ways of honest men. Primarily he had none of those grudges against organized society which drive some 110 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR men to crime. He had fallen because he was tired of narrow ways of life and a toil which offered few high rewards. And, more than all, he had been weak in that he had encouraged an intimacy with a family of this type. The Lady Daphne was not for him. He called to mind a phrase that Miss Barham had said about Castoon at this very table. She had said there was nothing financially shady about him which might prevent marriage between him and Daphne. No matter how much Anthony Trent sought to de- ceive himself about his way of crime and comfort himself with the reflection he never despoiled the poor or worthy but inevitably set himself against the rich and undeserving, he knew he stood condemned in the eyes of decent men and women. He was aware that Daphne and Arthur were listening for his an- swer. Daphne's face was white. "I shall miss you all, sir," he said, "more than I can say." "You are not really going?" Arthur cried. "I must," he said. "My affairs at home need look- ing after and I have lingered on here forgetting everything." Lady Daphne said nothing. He did not dare to look at her. He knew she was thinking that but for her father's mention of his leaving she might not have known until he chose to tell; and he had told another first. Because he was grateful that Trent had been quick to take the hint the Earl of Rosecarrel was particu- FRESH FIELDS HI larly gracious to his guest and proposed a game of billiards. It was while the old nobleman was making a break that Daphne dropped into a chair at Trent's side. "Are you really going?" she asked. "I ought never to have stayed so long," he an- swered. "Do you want to go?" "You know I don't," he said passionately. "And is your business so important?" "Wait," he said rising to his feet when his op- ponent had finished a break of fifty-three. "It's my turn." "I have never," said the earl, chalking his cue, "seen you miss that particular shot before." Anthony Trent came to the girl's side. "We can't talk here," he whispered. "The hounds meet at Michaelstowe tomorrow and draw the Tre- newth covers. Will you be out?" "Yes," she said, "but what chance shall we have to talk there?" "We can lose the field," he said, "and ride back over the moors alone." Arthur Grenvil had taken the mastership of the North Cornwall Foxhounds and persuaded Trent to follow them. The American had added a couple of $ better-bred faster horses to his hack and now en- joyed the gallop after a fox as much as any hardened foxhunter of them all. A fox was discovered almost immediately when 112 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR the Trenewth covers were drawn and got well away making in a westerly direction for the Wadebridge road. Daphne and Trent made a pretense of follow- ing but soon drew apart from the rest. The music of hounds became fainter and they turned back to the moors. "You might have told me," she said reproachfully. "I didn't know," he answered, "I only realized when your father spoke that it was more or less a command." "My father may be the lord-lieutenant of the county," she said, "but he has no power to send a man away if the man doesn't want to go." "Can you think I want to go?" he demanded. "I only know you are not going to stay." She touched her horse lightly on the shoulder and put him to a canter. Trent saw that she was head- ing for Rough Tor, one of the two mountains guard- ing the moorlands. Once or twice they had ridden to its rocky top and looked at the hamlets through whose chimneys the peat smoke rose, and those strange hut circles of a prehistoric people. The path along which she went was too narrow to permit him to ride by her side and he was forced to ride in silence for almost an hour. When she dismounted at Rough Tor and he tethered the horses to a short wind shorn tree he could see she was not the same cheerful girl of yes- terday. "Why did you stay here so long?" she asked pres- ently. FRESH FIELDS 113 "Because I love you," he answered. "Why do you go away?" "Because I love you better than I knew." She looked at him with a faint smile. "That is very hard to understand, Tony." It was the first time she had ever called him by the name her brother used. He took one of her gaunt- leted hands and kissed it. "My dear," he said tenderly, "it is crucifixion for me." She looked at him still with the little wistful smile on her face. "And are you the only one to suffer?" The knowledge that she cared as much as he did brought a look of misery to his face where only triumph should have reigned. "Ada Barham told me about the girl in America," she continued. "Of course I imagined there would be a girl somewhere whom you cared for but I think you might have confided in me. Weren't we good friends enough for that?" "There is no girl anywhere," he said. "I told Miss Barham that because I didn't want her to sus- pect it was you." "Then why must you go away?" There was al- most a wail in her voice. "I have told you," he answered, trying desperately to keep his voice even, "I must go because I love you better than anything else in life." She laughed a little bitterly. "And so that is how men behave when they are in love!" 114 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "When a man really loves a girl he should think first of her happiness." She looked at him simply. There was none of the false shame that lesser natures might feel in avow- ing love. "Don't you understand," she said in a low voice, "that you are my happiness?" For a moment the devil tempted him even as the Son of Man had been tempted upon a mountain top. Why should he think of the future when today was so sweet? In the big Lion car in the castle garage he could make Southampton in time enough for the White Star liner which went out tomorrow. They could be married on board or at any rate di- rectly they reached America. Then with the money he had saved they could be happy. She was the woman he wanted, the woman he worshipped. Then the other side of the picture presented it- self. He saw them married on board and radiantly happy as they approached the land that was to be her home. Then the hard-faced men who showed official badges and informed him he was wanted for a series of crimes which would keep him away from wife and home and liberty until she was an old woman. One ending to the trip was just as likely as the other. Situated as he was he could never be certain of safety. This period in quiet Cornwall was the first time since he had taken to crime that he had become almost careless. He would break Daphne's heart for she was of the kind who would never love another man. And the disgrace he would FRESH FIELDS 115 bring upon this kindly family of hers which had suffered enough already. The screeching headlines in the press of the earl's daughter who married a crook. It was not to be thought of. "Dear," he said softly, "if there were any obstacles which could be removed by human effort I should not say goodbye like this. Please don't ask me to tell you anything more." "You said at Dereham that you felt you could sell your soul for a past. Is that it?" "That is the irrevocable thing," he told her. "Pasts can be lived down," she whispered. "Not mine," he said dismally. "Daphne I have not been here all this time without knowing you and the sort of people from whom you spring. It is be- cause of your tradition of honor that you felt Ar- thur's misfortunes so much. I can bring upon you and yours a greater disgrace than he could." "I won't believe it," she cried. "I don't want you to," he said gratefully. "I re- member the thing said about your family, 'the Gren- vils for Loyalty' and I love you for it, but Lady Polruan was right when she called me an unknown adventurer from America. The other countrymen of mine you meet here, like Conington Warren for instance, have their place at home. I haven't. I am without the pale. They don't know me and I can't know them. There is that great gulf fixed which you can never understand. I want to go away leaving you still my friend. If you ask me questions about myself and I answer them truly I 116 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR may have to cany away with me the picture of your scorn. Be kind, Daphne and don't ask any more." "I should never scorn you," she cried. He put his arms about her and kissed her. "My dear," he whispered, "my sweet, believe al- ways that there is something God himself could not alter or I would never give you up like this." "It is very hard," she said presently, "to have found love and then to know it must only be a little dream that passes." "It is my just punishment," he answered. "When do you go?" "Tomorrow." She put her arms about his neck and looked him full in the eyes. "Darling," she said, "I shall never love anybody but you. Girls always say that, I know, but I have always been a little afraid of love and its exactions and the sorrow it brings. You see I was right in being afraid for directly I find you I must lose you." She leaned forward, one elbow on her knee, and looked at the countryside spread out at her feet. "I shall probably live here to be an old woman and look after other old women and see they have tea and warm wraps for the bad weather, and give the old men tobacco. That's all I look forward to. Tony, Tony, why is it one can't die on the day when one is killed?" He sat in silence. Bitterly as he regretted his past which had risen to prevent happiness, he regretted ~N , FRESH FIELDS 117 his staying here in Cornwall even more. If he alone had suffered it were well enough, part indeed of the punishment he merited. But to have dragged this girl into it and to have made her love a man who could never marry her was the blackest of all. Per- haps she suspected it for she turned to him and put her hand on his. "Poor Tony," she said caressingly, "it's no good blaming yourself. It had to be. I think I've always loved you. Before it is too late and you are gone away, are you sure this thing that stands between us cannot be banished or atoned or paid for in money? You know I have a large fortune of my own and it is all yours if you need it. Don't let any little thing stand between us. Where one loves wholly one can forgive all. I shall not ask you again; but, my dear, if any human agency can give you to me let me know." Anthony Trent thought of the view he once had of a great penitentiary in which a man he used to know was serving a life sentence. The prison was set among arid country in sandy plains. Along the top of the stone walls sentries were placed at in- tervals, men with sawed-off shot guns waiting the opportunity to kill such as sought to escape the dreary days and dreadful nights. His friend made the desperate attempt and died as warders crowded about him and congratulated the guard on his mark- manship. It was this place which might at any mo-- ment receive the person of Anthony Trent. He could not think of the law as a human agency. 118 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR That was one of the differences between the An- thony Trent, writer and Anthony Trent, crook. The writer regarded the law and its officers with a certain meed of respect but the criminal hated them. "There is nothing that can help me," he said. There was silence for a little; then she rose to her feet and pointed out scarlet coated men in the dis- tance and galloping horses. Arthur's hounds had lost their fox in Tregenna woods and had found an- other stout dog fox headed for his earth on the moors. "We can follow after all," she said, with an at- tempt to be cheerful. They kissed silently and then remounted the im- patient hunters. By devious ways they joined the field again. The moorland was a dangerous country to ride. Great stone walls divided small fields and there were sunken roads and paths by which, thou- sands of years before, the Phoenicians had taken their way. It was observed with what recklessness the Ameri- can rode. "He'll break his neck if he isn't careful," said a rosy faced old "hunting parson," as Trent set his horse at a great granite barrier. He was not to know that Anthony Trent would have welcomed just such an end. 120 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR disappointment of his son and the disinclination of the visitor to talk, he was entertaining and witty. He asked a number of questions about the United States where his son and heir was. While he played billiards with Arthur, Trent and the girl watched them. In truth they paid little attention to the scores or strokes. It was not easy to get back to the intimacy of the morning. There was a certain reserve in the girl's manner, and a look of sadness that immeasurably distressed Trent. "Ours is a tragic family," she said, when he tried to bring her to a brighter mood. "We used to be so happy. My mother was wonderful. She is gone, my two brothers are dead, St. Just is away and my father simply pining away of a dreadful thing that wasn't his fault." "I wish you would tell me what it is," he said. "Impossible," she said decisively. "It poisons his whole life." "It was Arthur's fault, wasn't it?" he demanded. "What makes you say that?" she returned. "I know it," he said emphatically, "and what- ever he did can be undone and if it's humanly pos- sible I can do it. Is someone blackmailing him?" He could see she was startled. He must have hit on something not far removed from the truth. "Not that," she said, looking at where her father was standing apprehensively. "And I'm sure you could do nothing." "I can try," he said earnestly. "Listen to me, THE SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT 121 Daphne. I feel that there is nothing in life for me but the memory of you. I want more than anything else to do something for you to prove my love. I have nothing in all life to lose. I have no relations, no friends to speak of. My life has been made up of," he hesitated, "of adventures where I pitted my- self against the world and won." She thought of that night in Dereham. Was that one of his adventures? Certainly he had given her the impression of great strength and resolution. Of all the men she met Rudolph Castoon and Anthony Trent most radiated this uncommon quality. She looked across the big room to her father. Ar- thur was making a big break and the earl was not watching him; she knew he was not thinking of the game. He was thinking of that insuperable ob- stacle which barred him from the work he loved, the work in which he was needed. He looked a sad, broken man and reminded Trent of the portrait of Julius the second, by Raphael, which he had seen in Florence. "I dare not tell," she said. "It touches big things and would involve many names and would lead you into great peril." "It would not be the peril for me that you think," he insisted. "I shall know when my hour is to strike. Darling, let me try to do something for the woman I love, for the family where I found such happiness and such sorrow. I have brought so much trouble on you that I want to feel I did something to atone." 122 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR He felt for a fleeting moment the warm clasp of her hand. "You have often been in danger?" she asked. "It has been my life," he said simply. "I am afraid to tell my father," she confessed. "Must he know?" Trent asked. "Yes. I know the whole hideous thing only in the barest outline." "I shall broach the subject," he said confidently, "after all I have nothing to lose. I go tomorrow anyway." She hesitated a moment. "My father may think you are doing it at a price." "Instead of which I am offering to help you as atonement." The light died from her eyes and the hope left her heart. Nothing could alter his decision, nothing ap- parently blot out the past that held them asunder. The Earl of Rosecarrel heard Anthony Trent's request for a private interview with a rather troubled mind. He had no doubt it had to do with his daughter. He told himself he had been very care- less. "By all means my dear fellow," he said cordially, "come to my library where we shall be quite alone." Never had Trent been bidden to this great book lined chamber. It was open neither to those who came on visitors' day nor to the casual guest. It was here the earl and the prime minister were closeted for several hours. "My lord," Trent began, "I am going to say some- THE SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT 123 thing that will first of all astonish you and then probably make you angry at what seems presump- tion." "I hardly think you will do that," the other said urbanely. He was sure now it had to do with Lady Daphne. "You have said," Trent went on, "that you are grateful to me for my help to your son, Arthur." "I am profoundly grateful," the earl said quickly, "you have made a new man of him." "Then promise me you will not interrupt me by ringing for a servant to show me out." "I will promise that blindly," smiled the noble- man. "I owe a debt to your family. Arthur saved my life and I am still a debtor. Since I have been here I have found out a great deal about your life work. I found out also that at a moment when the Empire most needed you you retired. I know at the present moment your name is being mentioned everywhere as the most suitable for one of the highest offices under the crown. I know the prime minister made a golfing trip to Newquay the excuse to call on yoM personally. I know that in this very room you re- fused a request from your sovereign." There was no doubting the agitation this state- ment produced in the ex-ambassador. But he was mindful of his promise. "I know," the inexorable Trent went on, "that your refusal has something to do with what your son did when he was irresponsible. I saw you throw 124 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR a terrible glance at him during the prime minister's talk over the luncheon table. It told me plainly that remotely or not it was because of something he did that you remain here eating your heart out. Afterwards you were especially kind to him. It was as though you repented your momentary anger. My lord, am I right so far?" "I do not pretend to understand how you have learned these facts," the earl said slowly, "but you have made no error. What happened is over, dead and done with." "I'm not so sure," Trent cried. "Perhaps because there was a day when I wrote stories of a rather lurid type I can think of half a hundred things that might seem final to you but which would yield to my type of mind. Nothing is final to us Americans." Lord Rosecarrel looked at him shrewdly. "What you say is preposterous, Mr. Trent, but nevertheless it interests me. What causes could this fertile mind of yours suggest?" "Blackmail first of all," Trent said. Lord Rose- carrel did not give any indication whether the shot toW cr not. "Blackmail can be sub-divided into r.iany heads." "And is there a remedy for blackmail, then?" the earl asked blandly. "A remedy can always be found for things," Trent said confidently. "It amounts to this," the diplomat continued calmly as though he were discussing an interesting phase in another man's life, "that you suppose I am THE SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT 125 held inactive here because of the hold some man or government has on me. Admitting for a moment that this is true, do you not suppose that I should have strained every nerve, called upon my every resource to remove the obstacle which you admit has a remedy?" "I think you have tried and failed," Trent said. "It is curious," said the earl still impersonally, "how fiction of the type you used to write has taken possession of the public mind." "I should not fail," Trent said steadily. "You still persist in making the imaginary real," the earl said good humouredly. "Why do you fence with me at a time like this?" Trent said making a gesture of despair. "Can't you see I am in earnest?" "You rate your powers so highly then?" "You employed amateurs, my lord, I am a pro- fessional adventurer." "What are you doing in my house?" "Living honest hours and learning that a past can't be undone. I know very well that you thought. I wanted to see you because I love your daughter. It is true. I do love her. And it is because I love her that I am going. And it is because I want to prove that I am only truthful when I say that, I offer to undertake anything that may help you." "But the reward?" "To have done something for her is the reward." The earl was silent for a minute. Then he paced the room. Trent watched his tall, bent form won- dering what was to be the outcome. THE SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT 127 "Then it is blackmail," Trent breathed. "I am going to trust you," the earl said suddenly. "I am going to think of you as the chivalrous gentle- man. The man who wrote the post card is a very big figure in the politics of what used to be called mittel Europa. Our interests clashed. He was on one side and I on the other. It happened that I was usually able to out manoeuvre him because my training had been such that no man in public life knew the Balkans as I did, and do still, the wheels within wheels, the inner hidden things that make national sentiment so dangerous at times or so valu- able as the case may be. In time he came to think me the one man who could comprehend his activi- ties and check them. He set out to ruin me. He believed his ends justified other methods than I used. I was shot at on the Ferencz Jozsef rakpart for example and a companion killed." "Do you still seem a menace to him?" Trent asked. "More than ever if I take the position offered me in the near East. You see the rumour in the Times brings instant recognition. I knew he was in London." Trent looked at the speaker and wondered what it could be which kept him from the work his coun- try demanded of him. Assuredly it was not lack of courage. "He was in London when he obtained the hold over me that keeps me buried here. Arthur was at the moment a secretary of Rudolph Castoon. One 128 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR night he opened a strong box of mine and took some bank notes to pay a racing debt. It was a terrible blow to think he had fallen so low, but I was more alarmed to find a tentative draft of a treaty which was never made effective, a document in my own writing, had disappeared. At the time it might have incensed a country since allied with us almost to the point of a declaration of war. Arthur told me it was gibberish to him and he had thrown it on the fire. A month later I was summoned to a cabinet meeting. A friend told me I was to be asked to pro- duce the treaty draft. I called Arthur to see me. I told him my honor was involved and that if he had not destroyed it or was holding it to sell another power I must know. He gave me his solemn word of honor, uttered in the most convincing manner, that he had thrown it into the open fire. "When the prime minister asked for the draft I told him I had destroyed it thinking its value gone and fearful of the danger of having it at my house in Grosvenor Place. At the moment I was abso- lutely convinced that my son had been honest with me. It was obvious I could not tell the cabinet I had caught him stealing money or that he had torn up the draft. I gave the cabinet my word of honor that it was destroyed and I allowed them to assume that I did it. It was a lie and I do not justify its use, but first and foremost my son's protection seemed necessary. It was less than three months later that I received a visit from the man who wrote that post card. THE SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT 129 "It was in Paris where I was staying with my daughter. He said that at last he had a weapon which wpuld wound me. Arthur had sold him the draft. He had it concealed where none could get it. Unless I retired from public life and activities he would show it to the same cabinet which had heard me swear I had destroyed it with my own hands. The inference would be that I had sold it. It was known that I had lost money through the failure of a London bank. No matter what the cabinet thought my honor was smirched and I should rightly be considered unfit for high office. There, Mr. Trent, is the real reason." "Do you know where the draft of the treaty is hidden?" "In his almost inaccessible castle in Croatia." "You are certain?" "Two men have died so that the knowledge might be mine." "I should imagine he would keep it in the deposit box of a bank where he could get at it quickly." "Banks can be broken into easier far than his strong room. He lives, despite the changes wrought by the war, in a style almost feudal. He owns and controls twenty square miles of the country where his home is. What chance, I ask you, has a stranger of getting near without incurring suspicion. There are many men who can speak German or French like natives but Hungarian is a different matter, a non-Aryan tongue." "It should be done from the inside," Trent mused. 130 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "One of them was," the earl told him, "the man who tried was skillful, adroit and courageous. He had flirted with death a hundred times, just as you have done Mr. Trent, but they set a trap for him there which a fool would have passed by; a trap so skillfully baited that only a clever man would have tried to use it to further his cause. Yet he failed. You have no idea of the household at that fantastic castle in the mountains. You have no idea of the imperious temper and power of the man who owns it, the multitude of servitors who would kill did he but suggest it, the motley company he entertains there." This mention of many visitors interested Trent. "He entertains a great deal then?" "Only those he knows, men and women. The life there as reported to me reads like a chronicle of .medieval days." "The other man who failed — what did he go as?" "A steeple chase jockey. The count kept a great stud and raced all over Continental Europe. He owned Daliborka the great horse which won the Grand Prix." "The horse that was stolen?" "Exactly. Daliborka and three other thorough- breds were missing from the stables. The man who pretended to be a jockey and was instead a man of lineage and wealth secreted the horses at intervals along the forest road that runs from the castle to the coast. It was his idea when he had obtained the draft to make his way by relays to the nearest har- THE SENTENCE OF BANISHMENT 131 bour. The poor fellows never had the opportunity tj throw a leg across any of them. You see, Mr. Trent, there is no chance at all." "I will make one," the American said confidently, "I am going to enjoy this." "After what I have said you still persist?" "Because of it," laughed Anthony Trent. He had forgotten everything but the prospect of coming danger, the duel that was to be fought between him and this fabulous magnate. It was characteristic of Trent that he swept aside all other possible in- mates of the lonely castle as beneath his notice. His business was with the superior. "How do you know he is still in London?" Trent demanded. "I keep myself informed," the earl said, "A news- paper clipping concern sends me every notice of him." "I want them," the younger man observed, "I want everything that will help me." He read through the brief notices eagerly and wished English papers discussed personalities with the detail American periodicals employed. The only item that interested him deeply was a notice that Count Michael Temesvar had visited the automobile show at the Crystal Palace and seemed interested in the new twelve cylinder Lion car. "Rather humorous in its way," the earl said smiling, "since I own a great deal of stock in that company. That's why I have that inordinately 132 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR high powered car in the garage which you and Ar- thur seem to like." "Humorous!" Trent repeated, "I don't know that it isn't more humorous than you know. Do you think he has any idea you are interested in the com- pany?" "Few know it," the earl said, "and I don't see why he should when even my friends are ignorant." "How much of it do you own?" Trent asked eagerly. "More probably than any one stockholder." "And a letter from you to the manager would make me solid." He explained the slang, "I mean if you wrote a letter to the manager asking that I be given certain powers would he honor it?" "Most certainly," the earl answered. "There can be no doubt about it." Chapter Eight COUNT MICHAEL TEMESVAR Count Michael Temesvab, when he left behind him the great estate where he ruled as absolute and tyrannical master and came to the fashionable, pleasure-loving London, was a different man. In London he paid due regard to the conventions and was entertained at great houses and in return offered very splendid receptions to his hosts. Mean- while he kept a skilled finger on the hardening ar- teries of new international affairs. He knew very well that he was suspected of in- triguing for monarchial restoration and the confu- sion of the country where he was so pleasantly en- tertained, by such men as the Earl of Rosecarrel. But for the main part England still clung to her habit of disbelieving that a man who could be so charming in society would commit the betise of plot- ting where he had played. He was particularly interested in the Spring Auto- mobile Show at the Crystal Palace. He had heard a great deal of late of the Lion motor and he wanted one. On his first visit to the show he told the man- ager that the silver model there exhibited was the one that he would buy. He was annoyed that the 133 134 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR firm's representative would not allow it to be taken away until the show finished. On his second visit he was irritated to find that the manager raised objections about selling it at all. "You see, sir," said the manager, "a car like this demands careful driving and constant attention. Our ordinary model would suit you better." "I want this because it is said to be the fastest car in the world," Count Michael returned. "To me the price is nothing." "It isn't that at all, sir," the manager said. "In confidence it wouldn't do us any good if your own mechanics got it in such a condition it couldn't do its best work. Bad advertisement you understand." "You think I should have a special chauffeur then? Good. Send me one. Send three if necessary but send me a man who has the nerve to drive along my mountain roads by day or night at any speed I choose." "That's a tall order, sir," the manager returned. "But I pay. I always pay better than others be- cause I want better work." Count Michael Temesvar beheld a blue-clad me- chanic working under a car. He struck him a sharp blow on the leg with his cane. A grimy-faced man emerged rubbing the bruised limb. "You," said the count peremptorily, "can you drive a car like this Lion?" , The man grinned. The idea seemed to tickle him. He spoke with the cockney accent of his kind. "Me drive a Lion?" he said. "Ask Mr. King 'ere what I can do." COUNT MICHAEL TEMESVAR 136 I "I couldn't let him go," said Mr. King quickly. "He is my best demonstrator and a wonder at tuning up an engine." Count Michael ignored the protesting manager. "What is your wage?" "I get five pound a week." "I give you ten. You are my man. You leave for my place in Croatia when the show is over. My secretary will see you are looked after. Serve me well and you will never regret it. I am generous when I am pleased." He turned to his companion. "See that all arrangements are made. If he has a wife and children bring them if he desires it. If he will be happier without them let them remain here. I must have him. He has intelligence and indus- try. Look you, he has gone back to his work. He loves his engine as a good groom does his horse." The mechanic had indeed crawled again under the huge car. The count could have added that he was cautious for he drew his legs well into cover. The count and the secretary went off. The secre- tary was to call at the office next day and arrange things. The manager was deferential, but when they had left the glass-roofed hall he permitted him- self to laugh. Then he crossed to the car and bent down. "It's all right, Mr. Trent," he said, "they've gone now; you can come out." Anthony Trent looked up at him and grinned. "You can always get a job as an actor," he said. "Your accent is a bit of all right," the manager returned, gratified. COUNT MICHAEL TEMESVAR 137 five feet ten I judge, a couple of inches less than you but five stone heavier." "What was the big car on the aisle opposite us at the show?" Trent asked, as King thought, irrele- vantly. "The 'Amazon,' " King answered scornfully. "All varnish and silver plate and upholstery with a motor that isn't worth a tinker's dam." "That's like the count," Trent smiled, "cham- pagne, high living and general dissipation have made a shell of him. He looks well enough to the eye, like that Amazon car, but call on the motor and you'll see 'em both hang out distress signals." "Maybe," King conceded, "I'll put my bet on the Lion," he smiled in a friendly fashion at the other, "and the Eagle." They fell to talking technicalities and kept it up till the hour when Michael, Count Temesvar went to dine at a house in Bruton street. He told his host that as a compliment to this country, his second home, he had just bought an English car and en- gaged an English chauffeur. The other guests thought it so broad-minded of him. He further endeared himself to his company by deploring the retirement of his old adversary, that eminent diplo- mat, the Earl of Rosecarrel. His old adversary's occupation at the moment would have surprised him. The earl was devising an ingenious cipher code having, it would seem to the uninitiated, the various parts of a Lion motor which might need replacing by telegram to 138 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR the London factory. Anthony Trent would take a copy with him, carefully concealed, and any tele- gram sent by him to the works would instantly be forwarded to the code's inventor. "What makes you so cheerful?" his daughter asked as she bade him goodnight. "That amazing American of yours," he answered. "'Of mine,' " she repeated. But even in the grip of her unhappiness she was not sure that the dim future did not hold some alleviation. Few people were more careful of appearances than Anthony Trent. He was always dressed with quiet distinction. In the early days of a profession where it is not well to be too prominent, he chafed at this restraint. Later he saw that it was the sign of sartorial eminence. On assuming the name and characteristics of Al- fred Anthony he also had to dress the part and talk the part. From the men in the Lion shop he had, with his mimic's cleverness, taken on their peculiar intonations and slang until he certainly could de- ceive a foreigner. And since he was thorough he forced himself to smoke the part. He accompanied his great silver car across the channel to Ostend dressed as the men in the shop dressed. And he moved with their brisk, perky quickness and he alternated between shag in a bull- dog pipe and Woodbine cigarettes. He was glad that Mr. Hentzi, the count's secretary observed his al- tercation at the Belgian port with a customs official COUNT MICHAEL TEMESVAR 139 who made him pay duty on an excess number of cigarettes. "Ah," said Mr. Hentzi with condescension, "the cigarette of the Briteesh Tommee!" At Ostend, Trent superintended the despatch of his charge by fast freight and then took the trans- continental express to Budapest. He was to wait for the car and drive it to its new home. During the few days he was forced to idle in the Hungarian capi- tal he deplored the fact that new status prevented him from going to the Bristol or the Grand Hotel Royal. He stayed, instead, at an hotel of the second class and encountered little friendliness. English or Americans, it seemed, were still regarded as en- emies. He was saved from any violence by Hentzi's an- nouncement that he must be fitted for the Temesvar livery. It was no use to rebel. With incredible swiftness the tailor turned it out. Trent looked at himself in the glass with the utmost distaste. The color scheme was maroon and canary yellow. He likened himself to those who stood before the fashionable stores on Fifth avenue and opened lim- ousine doors. "With that livery," Hentzi said impressively, "you will be safe; you will be respected." Anthony Trent was too much overwhelmed to answer him. Certainly the Anthony Trent who stared back at him from the mirror was a stranger. He was wearing his hair longer than usual and a small moustache was already sprouting. The hawk- 140 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR like look was not evident. He wore, instead, an air of innocence that was Chaplinesque. Hentzi took this look of scrutiny to be one of pride. "You must have your photograph taken and send it to your best girl," he laughed, "she will make all the other ones jealous." "Yes," said the man who suddenly remembered he was Alfred Anthony of Vauxhall Bridge Road, "she'll be fair crazy about it. Just like me." But he did not wear it much. He preferred the chance of a row with the populace to his unwished for splendor. The days of delay gave him leisure to think over coming difficulties. He conceded he had been led away by emotion and enthusiasm when he was betrayed into boasting of his prowess. The two men who had failed had been good men no doubt and they were dead. Such a man as Temesvar must know that the brain who originated the attempt at recovery of the 'draft was still scheming. The count must con- stantly be on the watch. And if so, why had he engaged Alfred Anthony with so little investigation? Like most high grade criminals, Anthony Trent was apt to suspect simple actions when performed by men of the Temesvar type and impute to them subtle motives. He wished he had been able to take a longer look at the count instead of his mo- mentary talk. He reminded Trent very much of the celebrated painting of Francis the First, that sensual monarch who was devoted to the chase, masquerades, jewelry COUNT MICHAEL TEMESVAR 141 and the pursuit of the fair. But Francis, for all his accomplishments, yas weak and frivolous while Temesvar was ruthless and a power, if Lord Rose- carrel was to be believed. Before he left London Trent had secured what road maps he could of Hungary and particularly the Adriatic coast of Dalmatia and Croatia. At his hotel he spread them out on the table and spent hours poring over them. He ventured to ask Mr. Hentzi some particulars of the place, and why Count Michael had gone to the expense of importing the chauffeur and the car when he had many machines in his garage and so many men at his command. Hentzi told him the count needed a clear-eyed, temperate man who could make great speed and make it safely. "Most of our men," Hentzi declared, "drink shlivomtza, a brandy made of plums, and there are people who visit the count whose lives must not be imperilled by recklessness." "What about the roads?" Trent asked thinking of the weight of the Lion and its tremendous wheel- base. "From Karlstadt to Fiume runs the Maria Louise road which is superb. It is one over which you will pass many times. Then there is the Josephina road from Zengg and many fine highways built not for the Croatian peasants but for strategic purposes. You have seen in this war which is passed what good roads mean, eh?" 142 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "You 'it it on the 'ed, Guv'ner," Trent said cheer- fully. "What do I go down to Fiume for?" "To meet passengers from the steamers or from the count's yacht. It is one hundred and twenty miles from Fiume to Radna Castle. What could you do that distance in? The road down the moun- tain to Karlstadt is good but narrow." Alfred Anthony spat meditatively. "The old girl will do it in three hours," he said, "she'll shake 'em up a bit inside but if there aren't no traffic cops or big towns I can do it in three hours or bit more." "No. No," Hentzi cried nervously, "that is sui- cide. "We have been satisfied to take six hours." "With 'orses?" Alfred Anthony demanded, "pretty good time with 'orses, but this is a Lion." Hentzi sat on the front seat during the long drive and pointed out the path. On the whole he was a good natured man but he did not permit the count's chauffeur to forget that he was talking to the count's secretary. Hentzi had formerly been a clerk in the estate office of the Temesvar family and had been promoted to his present position because he was faithful and a good linguist. He was afraid of the count. Trent could detect a fear of him whenever the name was mentioned. When Hentzi warned the new chauffeur to be care- ful if his employer was in an angry mood the Ameri- can demanded the reason. "If I do my duty," said the pseudo mechanic, "he can't hurt me." COUNT MICHAEL TEMESVAR 143 ''You talk as a child talks," Hentzi laughed. "He will do as he likes and as the devils that are in him at the moment. He fears neither God, man, nor devil. Pauline only may mock when he rages." "Who is Pauline?" Trent asked, "the missus?" "The Countess," Hentzi said with dignity, "is in perpetual retreat with the Ursuline sisters near Vi- enna." "Is Pauline the daughter?" "His daughters are married." Hentzi laughed, "Castle Radna is not a place where it is wise to ask questions. You think because his excellency was cheerful when you last saw him he is like that al- ways? I tell you if Pauline has been unkind he may visit it on you. I prefer that he does. I am tired of his humours and you are younger and stronger." "You don't mean he might hit me?" Trent cried. Hentzi seemed to find Trent's anxious manner amusing. "Most certainly he will," the secretary assured him, "but you need not be alarmed. He will fling you gold when his temper has spent itself." "I'm not going to let any man strike me," Trent said doggedly. "It would raise the devil in me and I might be sorry for it." "You would," Hentzi said thinking that the chauf- feur meant he might lose his job. Anthony Trent, instead, was thinking that he might, in order to succeed in his venture, have to submit to indignities that would be torture to one of his temperament. It would not be wise to let 144 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR the secretary know this so he turned the subject to the woman who dare laugh when the count was angry. "Who is Pauline?" he asked. "She was a skater from the Winter Palace in Berlin. She is beautiful or she would not be at Castle Radna; she is clever or she could not control Count Michael who has broken many women's hearts. She is bad or she would not have driven the countess from her home. For myself I hate her and the men and women with whom she fills the place." "So they keep a lot of company up there?" "Company!" Hentzi replied, "there is no such castle in Europe. I have seen life in Buda and Vi- enna but up there! You may be sure when the master drinks champagne the servants will drink shlivovitza. But do not think they are all Pauline's friends. No. No. The great of the world come there too and Pauline's friends are banished. You will drive great personages up from Fiume and you will not know who they are or what their errand." "Is the count a politician?" Hentzi laughed with good natured contempt at such a naive query. Not to know Michael, Count Temesvar's reputation in the field of world politics was to admit ignorance of all the troubled currents which worried kings and presidents. He was rudely brought back from his lofty atti- tude by the sudden stopping of the car. He was almost thrown from his seat. PAULINE 147 the irons of a strong man. Trent shuddered at the gashes and then, selecting a new ball and a putter and driver went out on the nearby green. It was sheltered from all observation and he putted for a few minutes. In the distance he could see the first green. It looked to be a little under three hundred yards dis- tant; and it lay beneath, sweetly tempting to a long driver. Anthony Trent had for some-years now lived a life in which he denied himself nothing. He had reached out for such treasures as only a millionaire may buy. The question of right or wrong in the matter of using his employer's clubs bothered him little. He did not want to be observed in case the privilege were denied him. He teed up his ball, made a few preliminary swings and then struck the white sphere with per- fectly timed strength. He watched it rise, fall and roll almost to the edge of the green. He would certainly make it in three. Then he turned round to look into the astonished face of a very beautiful woman. There was some- thing in the general effect, quickly seen, which re- minded him of Lady Daphne; but as he looked he saw this girl was older. He doubted the genuineness of the golden hair and he saw that art had aided nature in the facial make-up. But she was no more than eight and twenty and her figure differed from Daphne's slim, almost boyish slightness. She was dressed in a curious shade of green. It was a tint 148 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR he thought he had never seen before until he looked into her eyes and saw it there reflected. Pauline had known the count had engaged a chauffeur from London but she assumed him to be of the usual type. She had no idea that the man who had just made such a superb drive was he. Pauline had been used to much social enjoyment of a sort and while Count Michael had been away she had to behave circumspectly. She was dull and she was bored; and now, as though an answer to prayer, Fate had sent her a handsome young man who stood like a bronze statue as he followed the flight of the ball. Since the count had given permission for the fam- ilies of the neighbouring landowners to use his course she imagined it to be one of these or perhaps a guest at some local mansion. Anthony Trent was never one who made a habit of the pursuit of the fair. His profession had taught him caution. Almost always the feminine element had brought the great criminals to peril. There had been one or two harmless flirtations but his love for Daphne was the great affair of his life. He groaned when he looked into Pauline's bold eyes and saw admiration looking from them. Other women had looked at him like that. Pauline was absolute at Castle Radna. Her enmity might be very harmful. Her friendship might" be ruinous. He assumed the bearing of Alfred Anthony which he had abandoned unconsciously. He even touched his cap to the lady as a servant who habitually wears livery should do. She frowned as he did so. PAULINE 149 "Who are you?" she said in German. "I'm the new chauffeur, miss," he returned in English. "What are you doing here, then?" "Having a bit of a game," he said with an air of timidity. "I hope you won't tell the guv'nor." "The guv'nor?" she repeated. "The count," he said, "the old toff with the beard." Trent produced a Woodbine and lighted it luxuri- ously. He had all the quick nervous gestures of the cockney. "Where did you learn to play golf like that?" she asked, looking at the white speck almost three hun- dred yards distant. "Anyone can make a fluky drive," he said, "one drive doesn't make a golfer, Miss. I used to be a caddie at the Royal Surrey Club." "Then you can carry my clubs," she said. She looked at him with a frown. "How is it the door is open?" "Someone must have forgot to shut it," Trent said simply. "I just walked in." All his excuses to get back to his garage were in- effectual. "You will understand later," she said imperi- ously, "that if I order a servant to obey me he must do so. I wish you to teach me to play better golf. I shall pay you." "I'll be glad to have a little extra money to send the mis'sus," said Trent cheerfully. "That means you are married, eh?" she said. PAULINE 151 "I shall arrange it," she said, "Peter Sissek can drive." "Not my car," he cried, "I'm not going to have no blooming mucker like him drive my Lion." Her green eyes were narrowed when she looked at him. "There are a hundred men who would give all they had for such an opportunity," she said slowly. "Let 'em," he said quickly, "I'm a chauffeur and mechanic." At the last hole she made a poor topped drive and the ball landed in a bad lie. It was an awkward stroke and he corrected her stance and even showed her how to grip the club when suddenly he was struck a tremendous blow on the back of the head. He was thrown off his balance but was up like a cat, dazed a little but anxious to see what had hit him. He thought it was a golf ball. It was Count Michael instead. He looked more like Francis the First than ever. His eyes were blazing with anger. He had stolen upon them unaware at a moment when Trent's hand was holding the white hand of Pauline as he tried to explain the grip. The count was too angry to understand the look that Trent threw at him or to realize how nearly the pseudo-chauffeur lost control of himself. But Trent pulled himself together, dissembled his wrath, remembered his mission, and even presented a rue- ful but free from resentment appearance. "'Ere guv'nor," he cried, "steady on! I 'aven't done anythink." 152 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "It is you I blame," the count said to Pauline. He spoke in German and ignored Alfred Anthony. "Why is it unknown to me you bring my servant to play with you?" Certainly Pauline had no fear of the magnate. "Because he has been a professional caddie and plays so well I can learn the game. Since your game is contemptible with whom can I play here?" "I beat Hentzi every time," stormed the Count. "Hentzi," she laughed, "he is afraid of you. I am not. This man is useful. I have told him he is to carry my clubs when I play. Do you object to that?" "By no means," the count said becoming more amiable. "I see no objection; but as he has two arms he can carry mine also. He is a beau gargon Pauline and I do not permit his filthy fingers to touch the hand I kiss." He turned to Trent. "How is it you are here and not at your work?" "I took a bit of a walk," Trent answered. "And finding him near the pavilion I told him to carry my clubs," Pauline added in English. "What is strange in that?" Sissek with a Fiat car was waiting by the pa- vilion. He had driven his master down and took Pauline back as well. He did not understand why the new man was carrying golf clubs. He brightened when the count spoke to him in rapid Croatian. "I am telling him," the count said, "that there is plenty of work for you to do. He will find it if you cannot. And as Peter is very strong and as short tempered as his lord I bid you be careful." PAULINE 153 Trent's temper was not sufficiently under control to keep a sneer from his face. His grin was superbly insolent. He forgot his cockney accent and his acquired vocabulary. "I'm afraid," he said, "you are not as good a judge of men as you are of women." "What is this you say?" the count demanded frowning. "I mean that if your fool-faced Peter there can make me do anything against my will he shall have my salary as well as his own. You came behind me when I wasn't looking and hit me. I can't resent that — yet, but warn him if he tries anything on me like that I'll—" He paused conscious of having said too much and aware that Pauline was gazing at him with vivid interest. "I'll make him sorry." Trent felt it was a weak ending. "He is funny, this new chauffeur from London is he not Pauline?" But Pauline had a mischievous idea. She spoke to Peter Sissek, that powerful and jealous servant, and he flashed a look of hatred at Trent. He thor- oughly believed that the new man had indeed made the insulting remarks Pauline ascribed to him. "Michael," said Pauline caressingly, 'let us see what this bold man would do if Peter threatened him. We will not let Peter hurt him but it will be a lesson." Pauline knew men and she saw in Trent one who could not easily be forced to do anything. Poor Peter Sissek urged by his master to avenge himself upon this hated alien rushed to his fate. In 164 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR a-way Trent was sorry. He had no real grievance against the man. But Peter was immensely strong and spurred on by a lively hatred. It was his idea to get his long arms about the slenderer man and throw him to the ground and there beat his sneering face in. He was stopped in his rush by a stinging left jab which caught him square on an eye. While he stood still in amazement another blow fell, this time on his nose. The big man paused in angry amazement that one built so much more slenderly than he could hit with this terrific force. Pauline leaned forward her lips parted and the red flush of excitement victor over art's rouge. She was a woman of violent loves and hates and had urged many a love sick swain into unequal contest for amusement's sake. Al- though Trent had attracted her she was not sure that she did not want to see Sissek punish him. He had paid as little attention to her charms as though he thought she was old and ugly. As she looked at the foreigner she noted that his face had changed. He looked keen, hawklike, dan- gerous. It would have been wiser for Anthony Trent had he allowed Peter Sissek to triumph. Then, suddenly, Peter made a rush. He put down his bullet head and jumped at his man. Anthony Trent saw the opportunity for as pretty an upper- cut as one might need. For Peter Sissek it was the whole starry firmament in its splendor that showed itself, and then the night came down. "He has killed Peter!" the count roared. PAULINE 155 "That is not death," Pauline said clapping her hands. For an uneasy moment the count remembered that not many minutes earlier he had buffetted this quiet, grim fighter, this same man who hit his op- ponent at will and evaded his enemy's blows with practised ease. These English speaking peoples with their odd notions of independence and their skill with their brutal fists were dangerous. It might well be that even he, Michael Temesvar had best re- member his new chauffeur was not docile like Peter Sissek and the others. "This is murder!" the count said still angrily. "He'll come to," Trent said carelessly. "Shall I drive you back?" "No," said the count. He looked coldly at the man who had charge of the Lion. But Trent knew very well that the anger in his face was not from any sympathy with Peter Sissek. It was the thought that Pauline had deceived him and that this young man was too skillful in too many ways that annoyed the aristocrat. "I will send a car back," Count Michael asserted, "meanwhile stay with the man you have so cruelly assaulted." Peter Sissek awoke to consciousness a few seconds later and looked with difficulty on the world. His nose was cut, an eye was closed and his car was gone. He made strange outcries and became so ex- cited that Trent with a black look bade him be si- lent. Sissek knew what was meant and started at a run along the road. 156 THE SECRET OP THE SILVER CAR Trent was not so sure he had done well that morn- ing. He had angered the count. Well, such anger would probably pass under ordinary conditions. He had interested that magnificent animal Pauline, reigning favorite, and autocrat, and Pauline was not discreet. Sooner or later the count would see the way she looked at his chauffeur and then the game would be up. He would be sent back to London his mission a failure. To get Pauline's enmity would be fatal, too. She would not hesitate to ruin a man she hated and the count would always believe her word against that of Alfred Anthony. The Ameri- can sat on the edge of the first tee and cursed all irregularly run establishments. He looked up pres- ently to see the car returning. It was driven by Hentzi. "What is this I hear?" Hentzi said severely. "I don't give a damn what you have heard," Trent said crossly. "What? You talk like this to me?" "To you or anyone else," Trent retorted. "Look here, my little man, I came here to look after a high powered car~and risk my neck on mountain passes. All right. I'm agreeable. But if you or anyone else thinks I'm a golf caddie or a footman or a servile beast like Sissek you're all mistaken. I'm a good mechanic and I can drive a car against almost any- one but I'm not going to stand for oppression. The count hit me." Anthony Trent patted himself on the chest as the enormity of the offence grew larger, "he hit me.'" PAULINE 157 "You talk as though you were a gentleman," Hentzi said coldly. "My friend you are of the people and you have read too much. You probably think you are my equal. It is an honor to serve a Temes- var but if you are anxious to go to your own coun- try I have no doubt your company can send another man." "There's no need for that," Trent said less iras- cibly, "but what makes Pauline think I'm going to carry her clubs around when I've got my own work to do?" "So that was it," Hentzi commented. "That was why Count Michael stormed at me so. My good Al- fred, you are young and life is sweet. I counsel you to remember that always while you are at Radna. The Temesvars have always been hot headed. You see that steep cliff yonder?" Trent looked above him to where the side of a mountain was cut so sharply that a drop of four hundred feet would be the lot of one stepping from the edge. "That has been the scene of many tragedies," Hentzi said, "many men have stepped into space." "Murdered?" Trent demanded. "Accidents," Hentzi assured him, "unfortunate accidents. There was one lamentable occurrence not many years ago and he was a fellow countryman of yours by the way. A man of great personal dis- tinction. But these are not for you, these remi- niscences of high life. What will interest you is that the count says you can no longer live with the 158 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR Sisseks. He does not want two valuable servants to kill one another. Room will be made for you at the Castle. That pleases you, eh?" "Yes," Trent said, conscious that his look of tri- umph had puzzled Hentzi. "I do not like Mrs. Sissek's cooking." In reality he was delighted. Here he was to be taken into the Castle without having to make an effort. It was the first step. It would be strange if one as skilled and silent as he could not soon have every detail of the house at his command. He knew the servants drank their native spirits, brandies, made of cherries, apricots and plums. This assured sound sleep and unlimited opportunities. The count was a great drinker, too, and his guests feasted well. As if in conspiracy against him the major domo, chief of the indoor servants, put him in the least desirable of rooms, a rat-ridden chamber away from the sleeping apartments of the rest of the help. In the heat of. summer it would be unbearable. There was fortunately a great bolt which barred the door from intruders. The one long, deep window opened inwards. An old square copper pipe used to drain the roof far above passed his window. He took hold of it and found it immovable. It would easily sup- port his weight. The ground lay twenty feet below. It was the windows that this copper pipe passed which most interested Trent. If they had catches similar to his own he could open them with a hair pin. He was eager for night to fall. And because he was now assured of action he became much more PAULINE 159 docile. He allowed Hentzi to lecture him severely on his brutal behaviour. During the next week he was worked so hard that he had little opportunity, apart from his long journeys to Fiume, to do aught else than make a mental plan of the windows on his side of the castle. There were four apertures similar to that which gave light and air to his room. The heavy copper pipe passed by them all. To a gymnast with a clear head they were all within reach. The climb was probably less difficult than it would seem to an observer look- ing up from the ground. There was risk, of course, but Anthony Trent was always ready to take it. In the daily life of the servants' hall he noticed that the place had an enormous number of retainers, young and old, many more than seemed necessary. They were with a few exceptions sons and daughters of the Temesvar family, servants proud of their caste and the man they served. The major domo spoke German and French. He was a pompous per- son who ruled absolutely below stairs. He did not like tho stranger but he had been commanded not to allow any brawls and he saw to it the chauffeur was let alone. There was much to eat and to drink. Count Michael owned herds of swine which grazed in the miles of oak and beech forests surrounding Castle Radna and the heady drinks that abounded were made from his own fruits by his own people. As a rule the lower servants went early to bed. Those who remained up later were the major domo and such of his men as waited upon the count's ISO THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR table. There came a dark cloudy night when An- thony Trent wearing black sneakers and a dark suit free from white collar or cuffs crawled out of his dungeon-like window and up the twelve feet of pip- ing that intervened between his own and the next window above. He found himself looking down into what he supposed was the great entrance hall of the castle. Just below him was a great seat raised above the hall level on a platform of stone at the base of the fine sweep of stairway. It was the official seat of the major domo. He could see the portly servant in a sort of antique evening dress, white gloves on podgy hands and a gilt chain of office about his thick neck. Below were three or four footmen in the maroon and canary of the Temesvars. They were yawning as though weary of inactivity. Plainly Trent could not emerge a few feet above the major domo's head and in full view of the footmen. A climb to the next embrasure revealed what at first seemed a checkmate to observation. He found on investigation that some great article of furniture was backed against the window. It was immov- able. Another climb and he was able to step through the easily opened window to a dark corridor. An- thony Trent in a great silent house where danger and disgrace would attend his discovery was in his element. He moved silently, surely, and seemed possessed of a seventh sense. He had never before professionally worked in such a vast rambling place as Castle Radna. It was not ,easy even for one PAULINE 163 law of averages would make him its victim. The pitcher would go once too often to the well. These reflections while they made him more than "ever cautious did not lessen his zeal. Plainly it would be easier to work a remote castle in Croatia than a New York mansion protected by burglar alarms, night watchmen and detectives. Yet he had always suc- ceeded so far in the face of these obstacles. But the address and nerve which had carried him through many a tight pinch in New York would not avail him here. More than once, clad in evening dress, he had joined excited groups of guests and tried to capture himself. He had calmly taken his hat and cane from a footman and been bowed out of a house he had pillaged and once Inspector McWalsh had carried to the door some priceless antiques he had taken from the very collection the Inspector and his men were guarding. Reflection showed him that Count Michael Temes- var was far too shrewd to trust the document that meant so much to him to insecure shelter. Despite the fact that the castle seemed filled with idle, drinking, overfed lackeys and he himself was un- watched, there must be some precaution taken which would defeat him unless he trod warily. It was his experience that rich men knew little of the vulnerability of the safes to which they en- trusted their valuables. Again and again he had been able to open such with ludicrous ease. Count Michael probably had an antique which would send PAULINE 167 Trent retorted. He supposed Hentzi was trying to warn him not to look covetously at the handsome Pauline. The Warning troubled him. He was of a physical type to which Blonds of the Pauline type were invariably attracted. "Many have died for her," Hentzi went on, "the young officers who flocked to see her skate. There were scandals. She was sent away from Berlin. She was in America, in England and Petrograd. She is cruel. I am afraid of her." "I'm only a blooming chauffeur," Trent said care- lessly, "and I wish I had never carried clubs at the Royal Surrey." "You are also good looking," Hentzi said, "and of a superior type. Furthermore you are young and she has seen you play better than any man she has met and she has seen you fight. I warn you." "I've got a girl of my own in London," Trent said confidentially, "who is a fair knock out. My girl has the real gold on her sweet little head and the roses on her cheeks owe nothing to a bottle and her eyes are sometimes violet and sometimes dark blue and she is slim and has those long white hands one wants to kiss." "Love has made you a poet," Hentzi said affably. It was well that he did not notice that the cockney accent was for the moment abandoned. Hentzi was not a very close observer. He had only two pro- found emotions. The one a fear of his employer, the other admiration for himself. He considered Trent to be much impressed by bis superior knowledge and, 168 TEE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR here a little and there a little, imparted much valu- able information as to the castle, its inhabitants and their method of life. He considerately pointed out the count's library, the room into which no strangers had ever been bidden. Anthony Trent, therefore, at one-thirty a. m. the next morning was better equipped for exploration than on his previous venture. Hentzi had told him that so long as the count remained up a servant waited to attend on him, old Ferencz by name. Trent remembered him at the servants' table as a surly old man who was silent and reserved and un- popular even among his fellows. He was liable to meet this man at any time. Trent was glad the Temesvar men servants had not the same silent ways of the Rosecarrel men. The men at Castle Radna walked heavily, lacking the thin shoes of the earl's servants, and talked loudly. There was little of the perfect discipline and service of the great English houses. It was due no doubt to the fact that the men were almost feudal retainers and not highly trained servants going from country estate to town house with the seasons. Almost the moment he stepped from his tall ebony armoire Trent heard steps coming toward him. He was at the moment passing a door. His pass key opened it instantly and he stepped into darkness and shut the door carefully. But he knew he was not alone. There was a heavy unrhythmic snoring of a man far gone in sleep. As his eyes grew ac- customed to the darkness Trent saw the outlines of a big bed. PAULINE 160 He passed the foot of it on hands and knees. The professional always takes this precaution. A man waked from sleep by hearing a stranger at the foot of his bed invariably aims at a man supposed to be standing up. Although the sounds Trent detected were genuine sleep induced snores he could not be sure that another watchful occupant of the bed was not listening breathlessly and even now reaching for a weapon. When he assured himself everything was quiet he looked about the room with the light of his elec- tric torch. The sleeping man was a stranger to him. He was a red faced man of middle age and on a chair nearby was the undress uniform of an officer of high rank, a light blue uniform with silver facings. Ac- customed as he was to khaki uniform alone Trent had no idea to what European service the sleeper belonged. He remembered Hentzi's remark that there were more people at the dinner table than one might suppose. Trent was certain he had never seen this officer about the castle grounds and had never driven him. From the bedroom a door led evidently to a room en suite. This was unlocked and Trent entered noiselessly. It was a room twice the size of the ad- joining apartment and furnished magnificently. So vast and splendid was the chamber he thought it must be that of Count Michael, the oom where per- chance the treaty lay concealed for which he had risked so much. But it was not Count Michael who lay stertorously slumbering. It was instead a prince 170 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR of a great and lately reigning family who had strangely disappeared from the world a few months earlier and had been, so report ran, drowned in es- caping from exile. Anthony Trent was looking at one, worthless in character and devoid of ability but nevertheless a man who might by reason of his name rally about him an army which could start again the dreadful struggle whose scars were yet fresh. A great cere- mony had been made of the funeral and a society of his former officers had been organized to perpetuate his memory by embarrassing his opponents. Trent remembered, dimly, reading an article in a London paper which spoke of the prince as being as dan- gerous dead as when leading his dissolute life. Anthony Trent looked at the weak, passion-lined face of the man who had sought Count Michael's shelter and smiled. He had long ago been intrigued by the idea of mixing himself in high politics. Here, possibly, was an excellent beginning. But the prince could wait a little while. The time was not yet ripe for his resurrection. Looking across the room Trent saw two long French windows lighting it. One was open. In- stead of the balcony upon which the intruder as- sumed these windows opened, they led into a large courtyard some eighty feet long and forty feet wide. He did not understand how it was this great open space should have its being in the middle of the castle. There seemed no reason why it existed in a building of this sort. He was to find later that its 172 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR he could have touched them. They were speaking rapidly and in what he supposed must be the Croa- tian tongue. Twice he heard his name mentioned. The count always called him by the assumed name of Alfred pronouncing it "Arlfrit." It was not pleasant hearing. They might be, for all he knew, discussing his already discovered ab- scence from his room. It was true he had bolted the door but someone from the outside might have de- tected the dark-clad climber making his unlawful ascent. Already a search might be in progress which would eventually claim him as the third failure. Count Michael was often so excited about trivial things that the listener was not able to guess whether his present mood was the outcome of some small irritation or of something far more sinister. There recurred frequently the name of Pauline and once or twice the count pointed to the windows where slept the man whom his people had mourned as dead. There was one moment of dreadful anticipation for the American. He noticed that Hentzi was per- mitting himself to argue with his master. Sud- denly as the twain passed by Trent's refuge the count buffetted his secretary on the head. It was Count Michael's favorite expression of annoyance. Trent himself had suffered thus on the golf links. Hentzi ducked in time to receive merely a glancing blow but he gripped the arm of Trent's chair to steady himself. If he had taken his eyes off the PAULINE 173 count's still upraised hand he could not have failed to see the intruder. For a full half hour Anthony Trent sat quiet. Then the count and Hentzi left him alone. Now that immediate risk of detection seemed past Trent assured himself that his evening had been well spent. Undoubtedly Count Michael's rooms, the rooms he wanted to investigate — were those through whose windows the two had come and gone. He mem- orized as well as he could the position in the corri- dors the doors would occupy. The discovery of this courtyard three floors in depth helped him to under- stand what had baffled him in his explorations of the corridors many of which came to abrupt mean- ingless ends. In other days they had continued across the space that had once been arsenal, maga- zine and strong room. He made his way through the open window and past the sleeping men without mishap. In the corner of a panel in the armoire he bored'two small holes and blew away the dust that fell from them. He descended the copper pipe prepared to find .his room invaded by vengeful servants. But it was as he had left it. It was not for his arrest that the count had dragged Arlfrit into his conversation. Chapter Ten THE GREATER GAME Trent was annoyed next morning to learn from Hentzi that he was to accompany Pauline and the count to the links. The only redeeming thing about the expedition was that he himself could get a few strokes in the demonstration. The count was in.high good spirits and gracious to them all. , "Ah, Arlfrit," he cried, "this is my last game for two weeks. Yes, I shall be too busy playing another and a greater game. And you, too, will be busy. Tell me you know the roads to Fiume, Zengg and Agram well?" "I could set them to music," Trent said forgetting that it was Alfred Anthony who was answering his august employer. He waited until the count drove. He saw that the autocrat broke every rule of the many which go to make a perfect drive yet sent his ball every inch of two hundred yards. Never had Count Michael done such a thing before. "Let us see you beat that," he said dramatically. Trent pressed. He wanted to outdrive the other by fifty yards and ordinarily would have done so. He took too much earth and sent a rocketting ball 174 THE GREATER GAME 175 j skyward which dropped full fifty yards behind the other. "That was very tactful of you," Pauline whis- pered. "His Excellency will be in a good temper the whole day." "Do you think I tried to do that?" he asked. "Why not?" she asked, "I only know you are of a timid disposition. I hate timid men." "I can't help being timid," he said grinning gen- ially, "it's my nature." So gratified was the count by his unusual showing at the game that he did not notice how close Pauline kept to Alfred Anthony. It was nervous work for Anthony and he answered the girl abruptly trying to keep her attention on the game. "You are two men," she said presently when Hentzi and his employer were a little ahead of them. For a moment Trent was thoroughly alarmed. What did she know? He had always known that it was a fallacy to as- sume because he had seen none on his midnight wanderings that he had been unobserved. In a vast house such as Castle Radna there were nooks and crannies where frightened servants or timid guests might hide from him momentarily only to denounce him later. "What do you mean?" he asked teeing up her ball. He had not answered her immediately.. "That you are two men. There may be three of you but I have seen two already. There is the timid, servile creature accepting a coin or a blow and 17« THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR eating with the servants as among his equals. I hate that man. The other is a creature that every now and then looks out of your eyes like a bird of prey. It is the man who drives the great car over the mountain passes as though it were on a smooth boulevard. It is the man who beat big Peter Sissek to the earth with tight lips and eyes that flashed. That is a man I could love." He could feel her arm brush against his own. There was a caressing tenderness in her voice. "Tell me, which is the real you?" Anthony Trent looked straight ahead of him. "If you slice your ball," he said, "you'll get into the rough. Golf, like other things is largely a matter of self control." "I could kill you," she said, her eyes blazing. "Think of my wife and children," he answered with a grin. "That is why," she retorted. "The count is right. One should have only contempt for lackeys. I honor you too much as it is." "Fine!" Trent observed, "suits me all right. How many quarterings of nobility have you Mademoi- selle Pauline?" "I at least am an artiste," she flung back at him. "To be the most graceful skater in the world and to have earned more in a week than you in a year is something which puts me as far above you as Count Michael Temesvar." "Absolutely," Trent agreed, "take your mashie here and go back slowly and don't look up for three seconds after hitting the ball." THE GREATER GAME 177 Pauline was certainly a splendidly athletic woman. She held herself magnificently and was at her best this morning' but merely to be with her bored the pseudo-chauffeur who had thoughts only for Daphne. Daphne could have given her two strokes a hole and a beating; he reflected. Gloom seized on him as he wondered if ever again he would see her. He was in peril in Castle Radna even as an honest worker. Peter Sissek had sworn to pay him for the beating. Half of Trent's energies were consumed in going over his car to make sure the bolts and nuts were tight and had not been loosened maliciously. And in his position as an emissary of the Earl of Rosecarrel he was in danger of the most vivid kind. He was a spy in a house which sheltered a prince- ling who might yet force Europe into war. If it were discovered he possessed this secret nothing could save him. It was a sinister, dour pile of stone, this Castle Radna utterly unlike the Cornish castle with its rose gardens, its fountains and the charm of country life. He could well believe that in his present dwelling tragedies has been enacted of which no knowledge had filtered through to the larger world. Oddly enough it was during the day when he was peacefully employed as Alfred Anthony that he was most obsessed by despondency. When the servants were long abed and asleep and the si- lences of the early hours hung about the great cor- ridors and halls Anthony Trent came into his own. His rubbershod feet were noiseless in the stone pas- 178 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR sages and his two pass keys opened every locked door. He was possessed of all secrets it seemed to him. Here he was free to wander like a ghost in ban- quet hall and corridor. None walked so silently as he. Pauline did not talk to him any more that morn- ing but the count was affable. "Ah, Arlfrit," he cried, "tomorrow your work com- mences. Yes. You leave for Fiume at daybreak and meet the Ungarisch-Kroatische boat. This time you will go alone as you will have a passenger beside you as you return. You will wait at the Hotel de I'Europe. The boat gets to her dock at eleven and my guests will drive immediately to the motor. Make speed back for you must go to Agram and back before dinner." "That will be going some!" Trent commented. "For what reason do you suppose I buy a Lion car and a chauffeur if not to do what my other auto- mobiles and chauffeurs cannot do? Why do you imagine I introduce a Londoner into my servants hall, a brawling man who assaults good Peter Sissek if not because he must travel fast and safely?" But the count was not angry. He was in that good humor which comes to all men who having been in the habit of taking seven for a last hole make it in four. Pauline had taken six and he had not permitted his record to be clouded by allowing Trent (as Pauline suggested) to see what he could do it in. Anthony Trent started on his trip when it was as yet hardly light. He was singularly carefree. The THE GREATER GAME 179 repulsive Sissek was not at his side and he was free to wander about the seaport town, locate the cable offices and make certain arrangements that might contribute to future safety. That he was invari- ably able to make such good time was due mainly to the absence of traffic along the Maria Louisa road. Not yet had the old prosperity come back to Europe and there were more automobiles in Allen- hurst, New Jersey, than all Croatia. He was bound to admit that the group of people he took from the Hotel de I'Europe lived up to all the traditions of mysterious fiction. There were two men, middle aged and plainly used to power, and a very pretty vivacious dark woman of five and thirty to whom her escorts paid profound attention. The seat beside Trent was occupied by the lady's maid. The black morocco dressing case she held inexorably upon her knees was marked with a cor- onet. The woman was hard-faced, elderly and un- communicative. Trent noticed that her mistress was in that deep mourning which European women affect. Trent tried the maid in English but she made no answer at all. He strained his ears to catch what language was being talked behind him but the Lion was a car of tremendous wheel base and the passen- gers were removed too far from him. Once or twice in the old days, particularly in the case of the Sinn Fein plot Anthony Trent had found his lack of knowledge of German a handicap. This linguistic failing was now remedied. He had studied THE GREATER GAME 181 "At half past eight. There is one among us who likes the late dinners of the English and his likings must be obeyed even by Count Michael." "An Englishman?" Trent queried. "My friend," Hentzi said impressively, "if he could take all the British and all the Americans and sink them in mid-ocean he would be entirely happy. I do not think you understand world politics, eh?" "I follow the racing and footer news," Trent con- fessed. "I'm not so much on politics. A set of grafters if you ask me." t Trent spent an hour on his car. He filled the tanks with gasoline and saw that his spare tires were ready and made the little adjustments that only sensitive fingers may perform. As a rule he drove the car straight into the garage and backed out. Tonight he backed into it. There might be the sudden need to utilize every moment. Hentzi's news was good. A dinner of state com- mencing at half past eight would be continued long after dark. Of necessity the count would be there and undoubtedly the officer and his royal master would grace the board. Entrance could easily be made through their room and over the courtyard to the Count Michael's apartment. There would be time for a thorough search. The kitchens were full of bustling maids assisting the cooks. There was so much confusion that Trent helped himself amply to what food he desired and strolled out to the garage to eat it. More than half was stowed away in his car. If he were able 182 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR to get away that night, as he hoped, it might come in handily for breakfast. His plan was to place the treaty draft in an en- velope already addressed and stamped and mail it at Fiume. After that he would take the car into Italy if possible and make for Venice whence he could come easily to England. The servants saw him take a candle and walk wearily to his room. They remembered he had been up before dawn broke. Not one of them had any suspicions that he was aught but what he repre- sented himself to be. At half past ten Anthony Trent, looking through the carved oaken musicians gallery twenty feet above the floor of the banqueting hall, beheld a notable company assembled. When he saw that the prince had at his side the vivacious dark lady, he remembered that the weekly pictorial papers had often presented her to their readers. She was the daughter of a royal house lately at war with his country. To her diplomatic skill and love of in- trigue was due many checks to allied plans. It was said she ruled her husband absolutely and loved him little. Trent recognized the two men he had brought with him. They were in evening dress as was Count Michael and decorated with many orders, of St. Stephen of Hungary among others. The military attache bristled with medals and there were others in brilliant uniforms. No other woman was present but the princess, s THE GREATER GAME 183 Her jewels made Trent's mouth water. No doubt the maid had carried them at his side for several hours and would, for all he had to do with it, carry them back. Not for a moment dare he think of taking them. It was obvious that the count would make no outcry about the loss of the draft if that alone were taken. He would piece things together and understand the riddle of Alfred Anthony. But were the valuables of his guests taken it might be a police matter. So great was the buzz of conversation that Trent could catch no memorable phrase. Here and there was a name he had heard of but that was all. He noticed that Hentzi was not a guest despite his boasting. This in itself was awkward for the secre- tary might be even now in the big room to which the master criminal was bound. He was relieved presently to observe Hentzi hovering on the out- skirts of the room directing the servants, a sort of super-major-domo. It was exactly eleven when he crossed the dark courtyard and opened one of the long French win- dows of Count Michael's room. It was in darkness. A little water driven power plant supplied some of the chief rooms of Castle Radna with electric light and he was able, after screening the windows to flood the room with light. It was an apartment the counterpart in size and decoration of the one oc- cupied by the prince, across the courtyard. Almost the first thing Anthony Trent saw was the safe. And as he looked on it he knew his hopes were 1S4 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR in vain and the draft of the treaty could remain there indefinitely for all his skiD availed or all the knowledge of the greatest "petemen" would aid, had he possessed it. Count Michael Temesvar was not one of those who entrusted precious things to insecure keeping. It was a Chubbwood burglar proof safe of a type Trent had heard of but never before seen. The double- dialled cannon ball safe of the American maker was the nearest approach to this gleaming mocking thing which faced him. There was no chance that any forcing screw or wedge could damage the bolts. The locks were so protected that drilling was im- possible and no nitro-glycerine could be used. The oxy-acetylene blowpipe, high explosives or electric arc were useless here. It was the last word of a safemaking firm which had been in the business for more than a century. Trent did not doubt, as he gazed at it, that there would be developed by the need of it craftsmen who could open even this. But the time was not yet. Count Michael Temesvar had been wise in buying the only safe in the world whose patent had been extended by the Privy Council of Great Britain. With, his gloved hands Trent touched the thing lightly. The millionth chance that it might not be locked was against him. He was wasting his time. Quickly he made a methodical search of the room but found nothing that interested him. On his own bed he sat for an hour wondering what to do. He had been so certain when speaking to > THE GREATER GAME 185 Lord Rosecarrel that his professional skill would accomplish what others had failed to do that this disappointment was bitter indeed. He had wondered why the count had taken so little caution in-permitting a foreigner of the same supposed nationality as Lord Rosecarrel to five in Castle Radna. It was, plainly, because the count knew perfectly well that the Chubbwood safe pre- served his treasures inviolate. Probably no living crook could break into it even though he had a year in which to work. It was un- drillable, unscathed by fire and could repose at the bottom of the sea without its contents becoming damaged. Trent's first thought of compelling the count to give up the combination by force promised an un- happy ending. Surrounded by servants and friends he would assuredly be interrupted before he could be forced to give up his secret. Hentzi would never be entrusted with the com- bination. None would know it but Count Michael. For a moment he wondered if Pauline might be dragged into it to exercise her Delilah arts on her protector. "There must be some way out of it," Trent mur- mured a hundred times as he sat on his bed's edge. Dawn was breaking as he closed his eyes. His expression was calm and untroubled. He had found his solution. Chapter Eleven ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND Lord Rosecarrel opened his town house in Gros- venor Place at the beginning of May for the London season. Lady Daphne observed that he had shaken off the gloom and apathy which had engulfed him for the last few years. He began to take a more vivid interest in the international situations which grew out of the Peace Conference. He began to talk to the girl again about the aims of nations with respect to Persia and indirectly with the future of India. The earl was waiting impatiently for her one night when she came back from an opera party given in her honor by Rudolph Castoon. "Daphne," he began abruptly, "Do you believe absolutely in the bona fides of Anthony Trent?" The girl felt herself coloring. "Absolutely," she said steadily, "Why?" "I have had a long cable from him," he returned. "A cable so extraordinary that I can hardly believe he sent it. Here it is. It is only partly in cipher for the reason the cipher code I made was not in- tended for a message such as this. What you would not understand I have decoded. I 186 ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND 187 The girl took the slip of paper eagerly. "At once," she read, "allow papers to an- nounce you have decided to come from re- tirement and accept public office. If Temesvar wires for confirmation persist in your statement. If he threatens tell him he has not got treaty. Tell him if he has it to bring it to the prime minister. Follow these instructions implicitly otherwise I can never succeed." "And will you?" Daphne demanded breathlessly. "I don't know," the earl said slowly. "It seems rather a desperate thing to do. You must have heard rumors that I have been offered the enor- mously important position of Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs in the cabinet that will be formed when the present government goes out of office. There will be two men there who are my enemies. There is, for instance, Rudolph Castoon whose guest you have been tonight and Buchanan who will be Home Secretary. Castoon knows I do not trust him wholly. There is always a danger in making a man of his kind Chancellor of the Exchequer. He has a brother in every great country and some of them have been our bitter enemies in the past. Bu- chanan, of course, exercises enormous influence through his newspapers and seems to feel a personal grievance against me." "It was because you never would invite him here or to the castle," she answered, "although he was 188 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR forever spelling for an invitation. Those nouvectux riches are very sensitive." "If I accepted office," the earl went on slowly, "I should have these two men against me. And if by any ill chance it should become known that I did not destroy the draft of a treaty which was en- trusted to me Buchanan would see his opportunity and use his wretched papers to the full. I should be forced out of public life. I have always been intolerant of breaches of faith and that would be remembered against me as a mark of hypocrisy." "But Mr. Trent says Count Michael Temesvar hasn't got the treaty," she cried, "and that means he has it." Her father shook his head. "That's just what it doesn't mean," he returned. "Mr. Trent says I am to tell Count Michael he has not the treaty. If Trent had it he would have told me so. I am to do this risky thing in order that he may ultimately succeed. You see, Daphne, my statement to the press that I have decided to take office is part of a move in the game that another man is playing." "But he's playing it for you," she cried. The earl smiled. "Is he?" he returned, "I'll admit at all events that I am the one most to be benefited if he succeeds." "But he will succeed," she persisted "Does he look like the kind of man to be beaten?" "Did Captain Hardcastle look the kind of man either?" Lord Rosecarrel asked, "And you remember ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND 189 poor Piers Edgcomb the best fencer in Europe, a man with nerves of steel? I firmly believe some of the count's men killed him." It cost the girl an effort to say what she did. "But, dad," she reminded him, "they had no ex- perience at, at that sort of thing." "And this one has? That, alone, comforts me. But the odds are so tremendously against him." "He went there knowing it." "I am not sure that it would not be safer for you for Arthur and for me if I did go back perma- nently to private life. If Mr. Trent should fail —" "You won't be implicated," she reminded him. "He has gone just as a cockney chauffeur." "But don't you see," the earl said patiently, "that I am here invited to throw down the gauntlet to the man who has in his power what can disgrace me? Hardcastle and Sir Piers failed but their failure did not drag me into it as this scheme will do." "Who will be foreign secretary if you refuse it?" Daphne asked. "That impossible nonconformist person Muir who has never been farther afield than Paris and has no knowledge of Eastern affairs at all. He will undo everything I have striven for. He will play into Count Michael's hands as a child might." "Then isn't the chance worth taking?" Daphne asked, pointing to the cable. "I've taken it already," the earl said, "I wanted you to reassure me. I felt a confidence utterly with- out logical foundation as to the ability of your An- thony Trent." ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND 191 thur's past had brought, his enforced retirement and now Daphne's hopeless attachment. The only thing that offered him any relaxation was the possibility of getting into harness again. And that would only be attainable if Anthony Trent, that mysterious American he had grown to like, succeeded in a for- lorn hope. At least he must do his part. A little wearily he took up the telephone and called a num- ber in Downing Street where was the official resi- dence of the prime minister, the man primarily in charge of the destinies of a great empire. There was no telephone in Castle Radna. Every morning some one of Count Michael's men went to Agram and brought back letters and telegrams. It fell to Anthony Trent to fetch the mail that came twenty-four hours after the conversation over the telephone with the prime minister. Among the many pieces which the postmaster placed in the double locked mail bag was a trans-continental tele- gram. It was the function of' this big letter pouch to guard its contents from the inquisitive by locks to which only the postmaster and Hentzi had keys. When once Trent had established this he came by night to the room where the secretary snored and made impressions of the keys and so was able to open the pouch without any forcing of the locks. Instead of going on to Radna direct Trent turned his car into a byroad of the oak forest and steamed open the wire. It was as he feared, in code which he might be able to decipher after long study. Bu.t - 192 THE 8ECRET OF THE SILVER CAR if the language should be Croatian or Hungarian he would still be in the dark. It chanced that the count was near the garage as he drove in. It was a frequent habit of Count Michael's to walk over to the great stables where for- merly his thoroughbreds had been housed and now only a few riding horses remained. He greeted "Arl- frit" with the manner that proved him to be in a good temper. Hentzi was at his side and opened the mail pouch. Instantly he passed the telegram to his master. Tinkering at some pretended indis- position of his engines Trent watched the count's face as he read. The man fell into a sudden and roaring rage. He gesticulated, he swore and he pummelled the cring- ing Hentzi. His talk was in Croatian but his mean- ing was plain. Suddenly he turned on Trent. "Do not put your car away," he ordered him. "You must return to Agram." No mail was ever entrusted to the Temesvar ser- vants. Even what was sent to Agram was sealed so that the post master alone or his assistant could unlock the bag. In the same secluded dell of the forest Trent opened the bag a second time and read the message addressed to the Earl of Rosecarrel. "I am in- formed," it said, "that you have accepted office. Deny this rumor instantly. Affirmation means danger to you. Michael Temesvar." Trent chuckled. Things were beginning to move. Of late he had found his occupation boring. It ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND seemed he was always acting as a mail carrier chosen over Sissek because he made so much better time. He had no chance at golf. Pauline was away. Hentzi told him so one day when he had driven three ladies up from Fiume and learned they were all high-born and that for a time the company at the castle was distinguished. "You would not understand what I meant," Hentzi said loftily, "if I told you many important things are going on. When our guests have gone there may be those of Pauline's sort you may drive from Fiume. Then the air is different. For myself I prefer such company as we have at present." "The lords and ladies?" Trent said remembering that he had seen Hentzi acting as a sort of upper servant at such a dinner. "Exactly," Hentzi agreed. "Pauline had been ill advised enough to disobey the count. There is a guest who admired her." "Why didn't the guv'nor biff him one same as he does you when he's mad?" Trent demanded. "There are some to, whom even Count Michael may offer no violence," Hentzi returned in a shocked voice. "But you would not understand." On the whole Anthony Trent was glad that the prince had been the cause of the temporary removal of Pauline. She was a menace to him. Also he re- joiced to think that the arbitrary Michael Temesvar had his own uneasy moments. Because Anthony Trent was more concerned in the successful outcome of his present design than i THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR any other of his adventurous career he denied him- self the pleasure of those nocturnal wanderings in the castle corridors and rooms. So that he might make Daphne happy by delivering her father from bondage he decided to take no risks which might lead to his capture. Particularly he wanted to se- crete himself among the trees in green tubs and flowers of the courtyard. Although it was not to his immediate advantage to learn of the plotting which was going on under the roof which sheltered him a knowledge of it promised some interesting developments in the future. But now that the exchange of telegrams com- menced between the two old adversaries he found excitement enough in going to Agram and opening the wires. Lord Rosecarrel, he found, had acted on his instructions. He affirmed his intention to take office and when he received another more threaten- ing telegram from Count Michael declared that he .knew the treaty was not in his possession. Count Michael's anger was reflected in the face of each scurrying servant of the many with whom Trent came into contact. Hentzi visited it vicari- ously upon one Alfred Anthony until that bellicose chauffeur reminded him that the fate of Peter Sis- sek was his for the asking. Later Hentzi grew con- fidential. He had the impression that this humble member of a dominant people looked up to him for his world knowledge and in order to impress Alfred Anthony the more made indiscreet revelations which were duly stored in the careful retentive memory of Anthony Trent Anthony plays his hand 195 It was from Hentzi that Trent learned of the sudden trip of their common employer to London. "It is most inconvenient for us both," said the secretary, "For the count that he should have to leave his guests and for me that I should have to entertain them in his absence." "I thought you liked the company of lords and ladies," Alfred Anthony said in simple tribute to his companion's parts. "There is responsibility you could not compre- hend," Hentzi returned, and left Trent to think over his plans. So far things had travelled evenly. The test was now to come. He was reasonably certain that when Count Michael set out for London he would have in his possession the draft of the treaty. With this he would confront a prime minister and possibly the entire cabinet. He knew well of Buchanan's dis- like of Lord Rosecarrel. Had Anthony Trent been in the count's place he would never have committed the error of taking so important a document with him. Trent invariably mailed what he had taken to himself and breathed freer when the responsibility was on another's shoulders. This, of course, only when a long journey was to be made. When he had stolen the Mount Aubyn ruby in San Francisco he had mailed it to his camp in Maine and thus con- founded detectives who had searched his apartment. That Count Michael had not adopted this plan he knew because for the past week he alone had fetched and carried mail matter. The time he had liJ6 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR taken in opening the mails had to be made up by faster travelling and the Lion engine never failed him. The peasants used to point out the racing car with pride and give him road room gladly. On those tablets of memory he inscribed many interest- ing details that occurred in letters written by other than the count. He could read in French, German, Italian and Spanish and the letters which most in- terested him were in German. Sometimes in the lonely night he wondered whether or not this knowledge might not be suffi- ciently important to at least three governments to win him a pardon should he ever be found out for crimes of other days. And if there should come a time when he were free from the ever haunting fear of arrest might there not be the fulfilment of his dearest wishes? He was sure Daphne would drop her title if he thought it best. Then he put the thought from him resolutely. That was in the future and he was immediately con- cerned with the success of this thing he had sworn to accomplish. Hentzi told him that Count Michael would travel by night to Fiume there to board a Venice bound boat and catch the continental express for Paris. As none but he drove the Lion and the count pre- ferred it and its driver the assumption was that Alfred Anthony would take him. It was on this hypothesis that the success of Trent's scheme de- pended. He would probably be alone. At most some servant or valet would be chosen to travel with ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND 197 his master and he would of course sit next to the chauffeur. Trent had long ago picked out a suitable / spot where such a luckless person could be dumped. There was a steep grassy bank some twenty miles along the road where a man hit sufficiently deftly would roll out of reach with small possibility of in- jury. A little stream ran at the bottom which would revive him if stunned or drown him as the fates saw best. Stored in the Lion car was a change of apparel, some food and other necessaries. It was Hentzi who broke the bad news. The secretary came upon the eager mechanic tuning up his engine lovingly. So engrossed was he that he neither saw Hentzi nor noticed that Peter Sissek was polishing the brass work on his Panhard. "Getting things shipshape and Bristol fashion," Trent said, when he saw Hentzi. "It is Peter who takes the count," the secretary said idly, 'You are to go to Budapesth tomorrow. You see what it is to be considered so skillful that Count Michael offers you to his guests and goes more slowly himself." Then Trent noticed the grinning and triumphant Sissek. It was a black moment for him. "Yes, Peter takes the count," Hentzi repeated. "I think he'll have to," Trent said slowly, "for the second time." This alteration in the schedule which for the mo- ment promised utter disruption to his plans might have been brought about by reasons other than 198 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR those suggested by Hentzi. It was curious that at just this critical moment Sissek should be entrusted with his master's safety and Trent given a mission which Peter Sissek with his wider knowledge of the country could better have filled. But it was time wasting to ponder on this now. In three hours Trent would have started with his Lion. Sissek a slower driver and using an older and less speedy car must get away earlier. Almost frightened out of his accustomed calm Trent learned that the count was leaving in a little over an hour, just as the darkness would set in. What plans he could make must be made instantly. Failure was now almost at his side. Failure! Anthony Trent groaned at thought of it; Lord Rosecarrel would be publicly humiliated. Daphne would blame him for it. With what assur- ance and headstrong confidence he had plunged into an adventure which had brought death to those other men! He could never face her if he failed and failure was in sight. For a moment he thought of forcing a quarrel on Peter Sissek. Before Hentzi or others could inter- vene he could with his boxer's skill most certainly damage'one eye if not two of a man who, to drive down dark and dangerous roads, must possess un- clouded vision. But he hesitated. If Count Michael had chosen Sissek because Alfred Anthony was under suspicion an assault on the Croatian at the present moment might tend to confirm these doubts and he might ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND 199 find himself overpowered and under guards he could not overwhelm. To put the car out of commission was hardly possible with Sissek guarding it and an- other man cleaning it. And these two, it seemed to Trent, were watching suspiciously. By some trick of fate it was Sissek himself who contributed to Trent's success. Peter was arrogant* now and motioned to Trent to aid him in lifting some baggage to the top of the Panhard limousine, like most of the continental cars it had a deep lug- gage rail around the top on which trunks or lesser baggage could be carried. There was a cabin trunk, a bundle of rugs and a dressing bag. Peter Sissek was astonished when Trent cheerfully obeyed him and even helped to strap the cabin trunk securely. Hentzi was amazed at the sudden change that had taken place in the English chauffeur's attitude. He was now lively who had been gloomy, and loquacious when he had been taciturn. "Why do you laugh," he asked. "At the idea of Peter taking the count," said Trent. "Someday you'll know what that means." "I know now," Hentzi insisted, "I speak perfectly and my English vocabulary is wider than could be that of a man of your position." As Peter Sissek unaccompanied by valet or assist- ant drove down the hill, after leaving the pavilion at the first tee on his left, he was horrified to find a tree across his path. He dismounted, moved it aside with difficulty and proceeded on his way. 200 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR But this time he carried two passengers. The motor had come to an abrupt stop under a big oak tree whose spreading arms reached across the mountain road. Lying along one of those rigid oak limbs Anthony Trent, after nicely adjusting the fallen tree so that Peter Sissek's eyes would see it at the proper mo- ment, had waited anxiously fer the approach of the Panhard. He was not sure that the powerful headlights would not pierce his leafy shelter and discover him to the watchful driver. He could imagine vividly the chauffeur warning his employer. And as Count Michael always went armed and might even now be suspicious of his cockney servant he would very likely have no hesitation in picking him off the boughs as Anthony Trent, years before in his New Hampshire hills, had shot squirrels. If by any "chance he could get to the ground, only twelve feet beneath, before he was aimed at he would have to trust to the moment's inspiration for his next move. He knew almost certainly that Count Michael carried the document he wanted in a flat leather case which fitted into his breast pocket. If by any chance the men did not see him and the car passed him on its seaward way his errand would be unaccomplished, his boasts vain and the humiliation of his friends certain. He had deter- mined if this happened to send a telegram to the earl admitting defeat, and warning of the count's visit. ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND 201 The Panhard came to a grinding stop a foot from the barrier. Sissek removed it as quickly as he could but it was heavy enough to have taxed Anthony Trent's superior strength and the count grew so impatient at the time taken that he sprang down to the road and urged his man to greater activities. The two were jabbering in Croatian when An- thony Trent lowered himself to the top of the lim- ousine and nestled down in the shadow of the bag- gage. Trent had often been incensed in reading news- paper accounts of his exploits to find that their success was so often ascribed to mere luck. He sup- posed it would be so this time if it were known. People would say that owing to two boulders in the side of the road Sissek pulled up so that Trent could drop directly down on to the car. In most cases the greatest luck comes to the best player and Anthony Trent had placed the rocks on the road with the same care that he would play a stroke in golf or cast along the edge of lily pads where the big trout lay in graceful ease. There was only one place where Sissek could halt his machine. It was while the car travelled along a poor and rough section of the route before reaching the Marie Louise road that Trent unstrapped a bundle and selected a dark travelling-rug to cover him from observant eyes in the infrequent towns through which they must pass. Half a hundred schemes raced through his quick, fertile brain only to be rejected. He wondered, for 202 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR instance, if it were possible to cut through the top of the car and get at the count who was certain to be sleeping a goodly portion of the journey. He de- cided that to lean over the rails and try to peer through the oval glass window in the rear would also be unwise. At most he would only catch a glimpse of the count and might just as easily be seen himself. Then he wondered if it might not be possible to drop down on Peter Sissek's shoulders and strangle him into quietness. But Peter Sissek was taking his car along at a steady rate of twenty-five miles the hour and with his hands off the steering wheel — a certain con- tingency if Trent's strong fingers closed around his throat — a bad accident was inevitable. A preci- pice on one side and a wall of rock on the other, he would be between the deep sea and the devil. He saw that Sissek must be eliminated at all costs. A match for either of them singly Trent would certainly be overpowered in a tussle with both; although they lacked the cat-like quickness of the American they were both of uncommon strength. The immediate problem was to get rid of Sissek and leave his master none the wiser. There was a part of the road through which they must presently pass which promised aid to the schemer. It was a gentle rise through a very dense section of beech forest and Peter would go slowly fearing that the uneven surface would jolt his lord into unwelcome anger. Peter Sissek, straining his eyes to see that his way ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND 203 was clear, was startled when one of the pieces of baggage on the top of the car was jolted off. It fell on the Panhard's bonnet and then bounded into the side of the road. He had run past it fifty yards be- fore he brought his machine to a stop. When he backed up to the fallen bag Count Michael was aroused from slumber and ascribed the accident to Peter's carelessness. In the chauffeur's apology Anthony Trent heard his assumed name brought in. Plainly Peter was making him the culprit. He had pitched the bundle from the roof with some skill. It bounded far into the shadow. Finally Peter Sissek stumbled over it. And as he stooped to retrieve it, Alfred Anthony swung at him. For the second time Peter had taken the count. To hit a defenceless, unsuspecting man was not a thing to give Trent any pleasure, but it was not a moment in which to hesitate. With Peter's livery cap and duster on, Trent took the bundle on his shoulder and carried it at such an angle that in case of scru- tiny his face would be shielded from gaze. A quick backward glance a few minutes later on showed the new driver that the count had resumed his broken slumbers. So well indeed did the lord of Castle Radna sleep that he did not know the Panhard had left the main road or that any danger threatened him until he was suddenly hauled from his springy seat to look into the clear, hard eyes of Alfred Anthony. Then he realized that his revolver was in the cockney's hand and the precious wallet gone from 204 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR his pocket. Count Michael was no coward and he thought quickly with that intriguing, plotting brain of his. A great diamond still sparkled upon his finger and the money in another pocket was un- touched. "I should have been wiser," he commented. "I thought my lord Rosecarrel had become suddenly mad. Now I see that he was saner than I. First Captain the Honourable Oswald Hardcastle, then Sir Piers Edgcomb and now you. May I ask your name and rank? You have been my servant and succeeded so far where they failed?" Anthony Trent was not expecting this attitude. He had been so used to seeing the count fly into stupendous rages that this calm, collected manner was disturbing. It might be the man's natural at- titude in moments of real peril or it might merely mean he knew he was ultimately to be the victor. It was a curious scene. The Panhard had come to rest in a clearing of the woods and a brilliant moon gave the place almost the clarity of day. Count Michael sat down on a log and lighted a cigarette. Almost he was usurping Trent's role under such circumstances. "This interests me." said Count Michael, "let us discuss it." ^4. "I've no time," Trent said smiling. "I am due at Fiume or Trieste or Zara as the case may be at a certain hour and as I haven't the Lion here I must push on." "Have you thought that I shall certainly pursue you and assuredly capture you?" ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND 205 "You may pursue later when you are found but by that time I shall be gone." "You can never escape me," the count said, "I have a long arm and I do not forget. And my ven- geance is a bad thing for those against whom it is directed." "It's not altogether healthy to have me for an enemy," Trent reminded him. "I have my own likes and dislikes." The count sneered. "You," he cried, "Who are you? What have you done that men should fear you? For a moment you have a little luck, the little luck that will bring you blindly to greater danger." "I'm strictly incognito," Trent answered. "Once I was unwise enough to answer such a challenge, but you may believe me that I, too, have a name. Now count, it won't help you a bit to put up a fight. It will save you trouble if you'll back up against that tree and let me tie you up." "You would put this outrage on me?" the other cried, his calm leaving him, the veins standing out on an empurpled forehead like raised livid ridges. "Get up!" Anthony Trent snapped. "It is because you have a pistol," the count said. "Put that down if you are a man and then see what you can make me do." "You may believe it or not," Trent retorted, "but it hurts me to have to decline the offer. If I dared take time I would return several little tendernesses of yours. As it is I can't, having a weapon, strike 206 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR a man who hasn't one. You are luckier than you know. Back up there and do it damned quick." Trent was certain that Count Temesvar could never unfasten his bonds. And as he was gagged he could not cry for help. Some swineherd or peas- ant would discover him later. Meanwhile the dis- cipline would be good. "Good-by," said Trent genially, "Give my love to your guest the prince and all his high born com- panions." If Count Michael had looked angry before his face now was doubly hideous with rage. His hold over Lord Rosecarrel was gone and he could not doubt but this stranger who had posed as a chauffeur had learned somehow of the presence of the prince. If it were known in the chancelleries of Europe all his carefully matured plans would go for naught. Unless Alfred Anthony were captured Michael, Count Temesvar could never again make his pleasant little trips to the great houses of England, France and Italy. There he was known as one who had abandoned all political ambitions to become merely the country magnate interested in cattle and crops. Never again could he gefther useful informa- tion over friendly dinner tables or hobnob with prime ministers over golf or auction bridge if it were known he was giving sanctuary to one who threatened the world peace.' . When Anthony Trent had satisfied himself that the document he had taken was the one Arthur stole from his father, he knew, in order to be absolutely 208 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR battle lines of a year or so back had only confused them as to topography. Among the big oaks and beeches Trent could not easily find one tall enough to bear his weight on branches that would let him see over the tops of the others. When dawn came he was in no better plight. The position in which Anthony Trent found him- self was by far the most serious of his career. Hither- to he had faced imprisonment at most. Now cap- ture meant without doubt — death. He had, with- out thinking of the folly of his utterance, told Count Michael that he knew of the presence of the guests unsuspected by the great powers. Count Michael had probably staged the supposed escape of the prince and supplied a convenient corpse for his interment. Unrest was in every portion of what had once been the dual monarchy. Beggars on horseback were riding to a fall and the Balkan volcano was near eruption. And Anthony Trent, alone of those opposed to Count Michael's party, knew where was hidden the man whom the count was coaching for his big role. His escape would mean disaster. By this time no doubt passing coun- trymen had recognized their overlord and released him. But for lack of a compass Anthony Trent should even now have been at a port where he could escape to a friendly vessel. He remembered what Lord Rosecarrel had told him of Count Michael's character and autocratic power. Although theoretically shorn of his former ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND 213 "That I cannot say." "I can't go without a daily shave," Trent said yawning, "And I need cigarettes and the London papers. You can get them for me?" "The razor I dare not," Hentzi said. "The rest you shall have." "Afraid I shall commit suicide? You ought to be glad if I did. It would save Count Michael a lot of trouble. That cage there prevents my slitting the throat of a keeper. A child with a gun could poke the barrel through the bars and put me out of busi- ness. Come Hentzi, be human. I will not live with whiskers. I swear to do myself no damage or any- one else either." "You give me the word of a man of noble birth?" Hentzi inquired anxiously. "You cannot conceal your origin from me. You may not wish it known but I know." Anthony Trent kept a straight face. Hentzi had always amused him. "Hentzi," he said seriously, "I must preserve my incognito at all costs. That you appreciate, but if it will make you more comfortable I will tell you that in my own country there is not a man who has the right to call himself my superior or go in to dinner before me." . Hentzi's bow was most profound. He had known it all along. This was assuredly the venturesome holder of an ancient title, a man of high birth and born to great honor. Hentzi's own Sheffield blades were at his disposal. Chapter Twelve SAINT ANTHONY Count Michael returned to his castle after Trent had been for fifteen days a prisoner. The prince and his suite were now safely hidden in a far Carpathian retreat and there was no evi- dence in Castle Radna of their occupancy. It had been a dreadful moment when Count Temesvar found himself tied to a tree and his plans in danger of disclosure to his enemies. He had no opportunity of knowing as yet to what use Alfred Anthony had put his knowledge. The London papers told him only that Lord Rose- carrel was the new Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs and was already making friends with the Balkans and cementing an ancient alliance with Greece. That was bad enough in all conscience. But if it were known that he had hidden a prince whose only use to him would be the furtherance of his political ambitions he would be denounced by the government under which he lived. The easy going, pleasure loving and almost amiable side of Count Michael's nature was for the moment put aside. The man who took pride in his swift travelling Lion and his occasional long drive at golf was banished by the need of the moment for 214 SAINT ANTHONY 215 possessing certain and wholly accurate knowledge of what Alfred Anthony was and what he had done. Anthony Trent when he was brought before the count saw this at a glance. He was Francis the First in his arbitrary moods, the mood that made that versatile monarch sweep friends to destruction and visit wrath on them who had offended. He was led, manacled, between Peter Sissek and old Ferencz and brought to the big room in which the Chubbwood safe was placed. Hentzi hovered nervously in the background. "I have sent for you," Count Michael said, "so that you may have the opportunity of making a confession." "It is thoughtful of you," Trent told him, "but I have no confession to make. I have some com- plaints however. I dislike my present quarters. They are verminous and draughty." "Is it possible," the count said slowly, "that you fail to understand your position?" "What is my position?" Anthony Trent coun- tered. "You are a nameless prisoner absolutely in my power. There is none in the outer world to help you. Those other two who came told me as much. They were sworn not to ask mercy of me or help of my lord Rosecarrel." "The cases are not parallel," Trent returned equably, "They asked no mercy of you. I don't either. They did not expect help of — what was the name you mentioned?" - 216 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "The man for whom you risk death is the Earl of Rosecarrel. He cannot aid you." Trent shook his head. "Never heard of him. I wonder what put it into your brain that I had any definite plans in coming here except to get a position which you forced on me." "Why did you take a certain document from my pocket and leave much money? No, no. It is idle to fence. I have learnt from London that you were only in the Lion factory a few days and that pre- viously nothing was known of you. You are not a mechanic; that is plain. You came for a certain political document worth in money — nothing. You took it. Now, sir, where is it?" There was no doubting the count's eagerness or Anthony Trent's astonishment. The count had not recovered the treaty. So far as Trent remembered the envelope was in his coat pocket, the same coat he had taken off among the hay and made a pillow for his head. He assumed, naturally, that when he was roughly dragged from slumber his clothes were searched. A light of triumph came into his eyes at the thought that it did not repose behind those inviolate doors of steel. But it was amazing that the heap of hay had not been dis- turbed. He supposed it was because of the week of almost continuous rain. "Where is it?" Count Michael repeated. "When I saw it was of no value," Trent said, sticking to his chauffeur role, "I burned it." SAINT ANTHONY 217 "For the moment we will assume that you speak the truth. Now, how is it you made the mistake of supposing that I had here certain guests of high degree?" "Just a guess," Trent said calmly, "Wasn't I right? Remember I had to bring them up from Fiume. I saw coronets on dressing cases and from the way Hentzi bowed and scraped I imagined they were at least royalties in disguise." "You said," Count Michael insisted, "'Give my love to the prince.' You could only have meant one particular personage. You did not speak in gener- alities you particularized. You said 'The prince.' I warn you you do not help yourself by denials. I am not a patient man. The world knows that. Here in my castle of Radna I am supreme. I have not chosen my servants idly. They are committed to me and my cause absolutely. Old Ferencz there would die for me or mine. It is the tradition of loyalty born pi him. So with the others. You are surrounded here with those who regard you as my enemy. How can I chide them if, knowing their lord is in peril, they seek to remove it?" "First and second murderers," Trent commented. "Executioners," the count corrected. "It makes no difference what you call them," Trent exclaimed. "I am glad you look at it in that light," Count Michael said, "It does not make any difference as you will see. I shall convince you of that by re- lating the sad accident which befell your friend SAINT ANTHONY 219 profoundly with all the topographical knowledge gained at the Staff College. He had such complete charge of my large stables that none questioned his right to do as he chose and I was too busy at the time even to see him. He planned his route care- fully. He found out a path to the sea where there would wait him a yacht. It was, oddly enough, the same steam yacht in which my lord Rosecarrel makes his cruises. At intervals he placed my horses, horses he had trained for steeple chases. But the first stretch of the journey, ten miles of velvet turf he had planned to ride Daliborka. It is sufficient to tell you that we knew his plans in time. He was to start at midnight. It happened that I passed his quarters at half past eleven and detained him in talk, talk that gave him no uneasiness." "Then, thinking I was safely here he rushed to the little outbuilding where my great black horse was saddled. He sprang to its back quickly. And as he did so we lit a torch so that he might see how we laughed last. It was a black horse indeed, but a work horse, a slow placid beast which we had sub- stituted. I have never seen real despair seize on a brave man as it did when he saw he had failed. I enjoyed it very much Arlfrit. "The stable hands who had always resented his iron discipline, the discipline of the soldier, took their vengeance of him in my absence. They are rough, these brave fellows of mine, and do not know their strength." "You mean," Trent snapped, "you let them mur- der a man who was probably tied as I am tied now?" 220 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR Count Michael shrugged his shoulders. "A man who puts his head in the lion's den must not complain if the lion be hungry. This is my house and I do not welcome thieves. Then there was Sir Piers Edgcomb. I was never sure of him. A big man, slow of movement and who spoke Ger- man so well I believed him to be of Bavaria. He was my butler. These country bred servants of mine do well enough in most things but the niceties of table service as I see in your own country are be- yond them. "A butler who has to take charge of much valuable plate and old, precious glass should at least be able to clean them. This man — he called himself Peters knew nothing of these things. So I set traps for him. He had a wolf's cunning. But a wise hunter can snare a wolf and I snared him. I did not bring you here to tell you of them so that you might be en- tertained. I brought you here to tell you that they who plotted, failed and died for their cause. You, who have succeeded and have injured me are my captive just as they were." "Well?" Anthony Trent said, "What of it?" "Simply this. You say you have burned the docu- ment. That might be true or untrue. It is possible you have concealed it in some place where I could recover it only after long search. I shall give you a day to make up your mind to speak the whole truth." "And after that?" "You will be glad to tell what you know," Count SAINT ANTHONY 221 Michael said grimly. "Your death will be but a poor triumph to me; that I am willing to admit, but it is the greatest loss that can befall you." "You are trying to make a bargain with me?" "Perhaps. I will say at least that if the document is procured Alfred Anthony would be free to return to London on one condition." "Which is?" "That he gave me his word of honor to forget every face and name he had seen or heard in Castle Radna. Under the circumstances I could allow myself to be so generous but I should require the most solemn of oaths." The count leaned forward a little and spoke impressively. "Remember again, that your death will be but poor consolation for me yet it is the most terrible thing that can happen to you." "I'm not so sure," Anthony Trent muttered. In that moment there was stripped from him the cunning and audacity that success in crime had brought. Often he had seen himself in a melo- dramatic almost heroic light, laughing at the nice distinctions of wrong and right, stretching out his hand to take what he wanted and caring nothing for the judgments of men. With the egocentricity of the successful criminal he had felt himself superior to all his opponents and had seen himself in future performing such exploits as none had dared to do. His months at Castle Radna had been very dull. The plentiful food was coarse; his companions boors; of music he had heard not a note. He was SAINT ANTHONY 223 It was dark when the prisoner reached his cell. An oil lamp lit the bare room. It was hung on a nail in the little cage out qf reach of any occupant of the stone chamber. Peter Sissek and old Ferencz had brought him to his prison. They offered him no violence. Evi- dently they were acting under orders. The count had made no comment on the bruises that still dis- coloured the American's face. He had been sitting an hour on the edge of his cot when the outer door opened. Trent did not even look up. It was at this hour unappetizing food was brought and thrust under the cage, food he could pick at clumsily with his hands in iron bracelets. Hearing no grating sound of heavy plate being pushed over the uneven floor he looked up. Pauline stood in the cage with Hentzi. The latter was ob- viously nervous and alarmed. He looked about him in dread and listened unhappily for sounds that might indicate the coming of others along the flagged passage. "Open the gate," Pauline commanded, pointing to the steel barrier. "If the count should hear of it!" he wailed. "I will bear the blame," she said. "Be quick." "You must be but five minutes," he insisted. "I shall take ten," she retorted. Wringing his hands Hentzi, the prey of many apprehensions, left her alone with the prisoner. It chanced that Pauline was aware of some petty thefts on the secretary's part, defalcations which 224 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR would destroy Count Michael's faith in his probity. It was a threat of exposure which forced him to bring her here. Trent rose when she came in and offered his visitor the single rush bottomed chair the cell contained. He looked at her warily as one antagonist gazes at another before a struggle. Always she had called up in him this need for caution. Her violent and passionate nature were graven on the face which had brought so many men to folly and disgrace. Hentzi had told him many stories of the life she had lived in great cities and the tragedies which had come to those who had loved her. She was dressed tonight very splendidly. Jewels that should have belonged to the poor countess who was passing her days in retreat were about her neck. An emerald necklace which in other days would have set Anthony Trent's eyes glittering matched her strange almond eyes. There was a certain tiger grace about the woman which would have attracted men's notice and women's from wherever she might have gone. Did she, he wondered, come in peace or in war? He was on his guard. "You are surprised to see me?" she began. "I cannot choose my visitors," he reminded her. "You have never lilted me," she returned, "Why?" "You were a danger to my enterprise," he an- swered. "A danger now removed," she said quickly. "What are those marks on your face?" she cried as he turned his head from the shadow to where the SAINT ANTHONY 225 I S dim lamp light showed him more clearly. "Who has dared to strike you?" "That is nothing," he cried impatiently. "Cer- tainly the least of my troubles. I am very weary; there may be very unpleasant hours before me and I need sleep. It cannot be such a great triumph to see me in this cell?" "Why do you stay here?" she demanded. "I know what Count Michael has told you. I know you have only to give him that piece of paper and your word of honor as a gentleman and you are free to go. It is very fortunate for you. Those two friends who also came are dead." "Did he send you here?" Trent asked. "He would be furious if he knew," she said quickly. "Certainly it would do you no good if he learned of it. You know," and Pauline looked at him through lowered lashes, "he has always been jealous of you." "He has had no reason to be," Trent reminded her coldly. "I know," she said, bitterness in her tone, "but he will not believe that. And now he knows you are noble and were masquerading as a chauffeur he will be all the more jealous." "I'm not a nobleman," he said almost angrily. He resented her presence. "You cannot deceive me," she said tenderly. "If you did not come here to speak for Count Michael, may I ask then for what purpose?" "I want to warn you not to keep that paper from him." 226 THE 8ECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "It was burned long ago,' he answered. "If he can collect the ashes he is welcome to them." "At present he is trying to collect your coat," she told him and noted with a smile his start of alarm. "When they took you you were coatless. He thinks somewhere in the forest they will find it and when they find it the paper will be there and perhaps other things of your own which will be interesting." "I fear he will be disappointed," Trent said calmly, "but if he will return a favorite pipe in one of the pockets I shall be obliged." She looked at him steadily. Hers was not always an easy face to read. "I pray that they will find the coat," she said. "Thank you," he exclaimed. "At least you make no pretence of wanting me to win." "You don't understand," she cried, "it is because they will force you to tell if they cannot find it. I am speaking no more than the truth. Cannot you see that you have mixed yourself in high matters and are a menace to Count Michael? He must know and he will know." She saw his mouth tighten; "Men just as strong and brave as you have broken down and told all." "That may be," he answered, "but I am not going to alter my story about burning the paper and I am not going to weaken under any punishment they think of trying on me." He was not going to tell her that in a few days he would be able to make his way out of this very 228 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR but he had kept her from telling him so yet. There might conceivably be a future with her in which he would find eventually his old ambitions stirring and his pride in his hazardous work revive. There might even be years that were almost happy; reckless, passionate, quarrelling years. But the thought of it was nauseating. He swept it aside. He remem- bered the phrase of Private Smith in the dug-out that he was dying in better company than he knew. Well, Anthony Trent if the worst came would die better than he had lived. To Pauline, who loved him, the idea of a violent ending to one of his ability and address was tragic. An Austrian by birth, Pauline had been taken to Berlin then blossoming into extravagant and vulgar night life by a mother who was a dancer. Vain, am- bitious and jealous of the success of others, Pauline offered no objection to anything whereby she might become widely known. Later, when she had at- tained international fame as a skater she grew more selective in her affairs. She was the rage for several years and but for the suicide of a Serene Highness would never have been banished from Berlin. Count Michael Temesvar was an old admirer. The war swept away Pauline's possessions and there was no manager to engage her at a living wage. At twenty-eight she had known many capitals, enjoyed great success and never been really in love. Then she saw Anthony Trent on the golf links and never passed a moment but was filled with thoughts of him. His consistent repulsing of her threw her SAINT ANTHONY 229 into moods of anger which she visited mainly on her protector. And when she summoned scorn and anger to her aid in dealing with this Alfred Anthony, she found them only ministers to her infatuation. She looked around as Hentzi came into the cell. "It is ten minutes," he whispered. "Another five," she said. "I shall come with you then." Hentzi withdrew nervous and expostulating. Trent noticed that her manner was different when she spoke. There was a certain timidity about her, an air of unhappiness almost of hopelessness. "Have you thought what difference it will make to me?" she asked. Gone from her face were those meretricious smiles, those little ways cultivated through intimate association with her world of warring sex. The Pauline who looked at him now was a woman stripped of artifice, a woman who suffered and loved. There was an uncomfortable silence, the awkward- ness of the man in the avowed affection of the un- desired woman. "Let there be no deception between us," she said quietly. "I see that it is someone else who claims your heart. I did not think there were men like you who would be steadfast and loyal in a moment such as this. I know only that we — you and I — are alike in one thing. We both love where there is no hope. I came here to offer you freedom at a price most men would be glad to pay. I will not insult you by saying what it was. I have known few good men and I know you are good." 230 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "No, no," he cried, embarrassed by her manner, "Indeed if you only knew." She would not listen. "Love can redeem all," she said. "I pray the good God whom I have neglected," she smiled a little ruefully, "to redeem me. I feel that my life is over. I have had everything I wanted and am wearied of the taste. Everything I wanted until now. There comes a time when one is no longer so eager to live. It is so with me." She looked at him wistfully. "Can you believe me when I tell you I want to help you?" "I do believe it," he said gratefully. "I am glad enough to have a friend in this dismal place." "Then let me help you," she said eagerly. "Some- thing tells me you have hidden that paper. I warn you if it is still in existence, it will be found. Can I get it for you?" Anthony Trent did not answer for a moment. The thought that there yet might be a way of getting the treaty draft to Lord Rosecarrel almost made speech an effort. If that were done with what en- ergy and hope might he not bend his skill to means of escape! "I should be putting my honor in your keeping," he said slowly. Her face fell. "And you dare not trust me?" It was caution which had saved Anthony Trent a hundred times before and he hesitated just a mo- ment now. Then he looked at Pauline again and 232 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR in it and destroyed everything else. The third con- tingency is that the document may have been un- disturbed. In this case it will be returned when the count inquires broadcast for stray garments." "Yes, yes," Pauline said, excitement in her voice, "but tell me exactly what to do." "Can you motor to this Zencsi farm without being found out?" "It will not be easy but it shall be done." Her air of assurance heartened him. "You can only find the blasted tree by day light," he said thoughtfully, "and in day light you may be seen. Can you be there at dawn before the farmer himself is up." "But that is easiest of all," she cried, "Listen to me. I shall wait until everyone here is asleep. Then I shall take the Fiat and get to Zencsi in a little more than an hour. I can hide the car in the forest and make my search. If I find it I can be back here before any man or maid is stirring." Her face fell, "But what am I to do with it? I dare not give it to you who may be searched." "It ought to be destroyed," he answered, "but I've sworn to give it to the man who sent me here. I've got it. Put it in the tool box of the Lion, among the cotton waste. Can you get into the garage?" "Hentzi has all keys, as you should remember," she said. "What keys he has are mine. And then?" "You will find at the bottom of the big tool box a couple of keys. They are punched out of two thin steel bars. Really there are four keys. It is most \. 234 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "You believe that there are those who can read fate?" Anthony Trent hesitated. Men of his profession were usually superstitious attaching unwarranted importance to fortuitous things, watching for signs and portents and abandoning planned enterprises at times because of some sign of misfortune which had met them. "I don't believe it," he admitted, "but that sort of thing influences me. Why?" "There is a woman nearby who can tell," Pauline replied, "Yesterday I gave her money. She said — can you think of it — that I should die happy." "I hope you do," he said. "But it is impossible," she cried. "None clings to life as I do. I am tired of this life. I love the life of cities, the restaurants, the crowds. I am city bred. In a year when conditions are better I shall go back. I shall appear in Berlin again, Petrograd, perhaps and of course in London and they want me in New York. I shall hate to die. But I did not mean to speak of myself. She told me that the man I loved would be successful. Fate makes no mistake. Keep up your courage for you will win and I shall die happy. What more could we want?" But there were tears in her eyes as she said it. He took both her hands in his. "What a splendid woman you are!" he said with conviction. "My dear," she answered, her voice a little un- even, "do not tell that to the woman you love. She Chapter Thirteen DOWN TO THE SEA When Pauline had gone Trent was immeasurably happier in the hope she had given him. Until her visit his only chance of escape had been centered in the expectation that when once his hands were freed he might file the bars. There was now a scheme in his head worth many of that. Half an hour after she had left two men entered guided by the now assured Hentzi. "You have complained of the dirt here," the secre- tary explained," and it will be removed." The tiny spring saw was swept up unobserved. Trent saw it disappear now with a smile where be- fore it would have been black tragedy to him. He slept well that night and shaved himself next morning in high spirits. It was not easy, shaving with handcuffs on, but it was possible. Then he waited for some message from Pauline. Hentzi came into the cell at five. "Count Michael will see you at ten tonight. My friend, I warn'you to be wise and acknowledge de- feat." "That's not my idea of wisdom," Trent grinned so cheerfully that Hentzi Was vaguely disturbed. "You are more fooHeh even than the others," x ass DOWN TO THE SEA 237 Hentzi said, shaking his head. "Brave men, all three. For my part I would be reasonable. I would say, 'I have fought a good fight and the odds were against me. How much can I save from the wreck?' That is the way to talk, my lord." Suddenly he took a book from his pocket, a book tied with string and sealed but not enveloped in paper. He handed it to the American. "This is from a friend," he announced. "I bring danger on myself in giving it to you but I can rely on your silence, eh?" "Certainly," Trent said carelessly and betrayed no interest in the gift. "At ten o'clock tonight? Is that it?" "It is wise to acknowledge defeat," Hentzi said earnestly. "We'll see when the time comes," Trent returned. "It's largely a matter of holding trumps my good Hentzi." Anthony Trent tore the string from the book eagerly. In the middle, placed carefully in a space hollowed among the leaves were the bar keys which might, with luck, open the doors to safety. About them was wrapped a half sheet of scented, green note paper. On it was scrawled very faintly in pencil, "I have put it where you told me to." "Thank God!" cried Anthony Trent. Then with some difficulty he managed to put the two thin steel bars in a special pocket long ago pre- pared for them. DOWN TO THE SEA 239 Peter Sissek, revolver in hand. At the other old Ferencz watched in armed vigilance. On the table before the count was a .38 automatic pistol. Shades were drawn over the long narrow French windows. In a chair before one of them Hentzi sat nervous as ever in the presence of his violent employer. Be- fore the other window was a big bronze statue of the dying Gaul. The stage was set very comfortably for all but the manacled Anthony Trent. "You said I could have these off," Trent began, "these damned steel bangles that I've worn so long." "It is for yourself to remove them," the count said suavely. "I am about to give you the opportunity. You see I am generous. Others would blame me for it." "You are not generous," Trent snapped, "A cow- ard never is." The count's face lost some of its suavity. "Who dares call me a coward?" he cried. "I do," Trent returned promptly. "You are a coward. Here am I, an unarmed man among three with guns. The doors are locked and yet you keep me here handcuffed. Generous! Brave!" All his contempt was poured out as he said it. "If I take them off will you give me your parole d'honneur to make no effort to escape?" Anthony Trent turned to Pauline. "Madame," he said, as though to a stranger, "I cannot congratulate you on the courage of your friend. So afraid is he of one single man that he wishes me to give my word I will not try to escape. 240 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR He forgets I am unarmed, in a strange and vast house filled with his servants, with death threaten- ing me at any suspicious move. Are all your noble- men of Croatia as cautious as he?" Pauline did not reply to him. Instead she spoke to the count in German. "Pay no attention to him," she counselled. "I know that you are brave, my Michael. Let him laugh at you for a coward if he wishes. I would not have him hurt you or frighten you for the world." "Frighten me!" cried the count, "Hurt me!" He flung a little key across the table to Hentzi. "Take them off," he commanded. Trent examined his reddened wrists with a frown. "This should never have been done," he declared. Then he turned to Hentzi. "I need a cigarette." "I did not bring you here to smoke," Count Michael said acidly. "I brought you here to inter- rogate you. Remember that." "I have been without a decent smoke for nearly two weeks," Trent returned, "And I want one. Un- less I have some I shall not answer any one of your interrogations. Think it over, count." Hentzi looked at the American reproachfully. He had supplied his prisoner with the best of tobacco. That he had done so surreptitiously robbed him of the privilege of recrimination. The two guards not understanding a word of the conversation could not deny Trent's statements. Count Michael Temesvar looked closely at his former chauffeur. He was standing on the rich red 242 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "Thank you!" Trent retorted. "If you call lock- ing me up in a verminous, rat-haunted cell treating me as an equal I'm hardly grateful." "I dare take no risks," the count assured him. "You men who came here for my lord Rosecarrel are different from others. I have not forgotten that Sir Piers Edgcomb killed three of my honest lads before he died. There are others who would have treated you less well than I. Now, where is the paper you stole from me and say you burned?" "What is the fate of ashes tossed to the four winds?" "It was never burned," the other snapped. "Some- where it exists in your pocket where I saw you place it. Remember this before you answer. If by your aid alone I find it you may leave this castle." "How?" Trent demanded. "To walk into ambush outside?" "There will be twenty square miles of country where none dare touch you. Do you need more than that, you, who cast aspersions on the courage of others? Is it possible you are afraid?" "What is the other alternative?" "To join your friends." The count laughed cor- dially. The idea seemed to amuse him. "To make the third grave. First the trainer, then the butler and last the chauffeur. I wonder what your chief will send me next." "He will have no need to send anyone else," Trent said affably. By this time his nervousness had dis- appeared and he was cool and calm as ever. DOWN TO THE SEA 243 "You mean he will give up the attempt?" "Why should there be another when I have already succeeded?" "This is bravado," the count cried. It was his turn to be nervous now. The importance he at- tached to the possession of the paper seemed out of all proportion to its value. Trent knew little of the great eternal European game of politics. For a few moments in Paris the New World had its glance at the complicated working but forgot it when booming trade held sway and salesmen took the place of dip- lomats. The elimination of the new Foreign Secre- tary meant a great deal to Count Michael. The other knowledge which Trent stored in his mind was equally dangerous but there were others who could attend to that. No matter what part Anthony Trent played the count had assigned him the role of the defeated. "It happens to be the truth," Trent returned. He could see that Pauline was now listening in- tently. Her pose of antagonism to the stranger was swept away by her anxiety for his safety. Her heart thrilled to see him standing there, debonair, smiling, dominating. It seemed madness to her, this avowal of success. "Yon are learning wisdom," Count Michael com- mented. "We may define the term differently," Trent smiled. "I did not burn the paper." "Ah!" the count breathed excitedly. "Now we have it." 244 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "I preferred to. keep it so that I could assure the Right Honourable the Earl of Rosecarrel, Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, that I had indeed suc- ceeded. You will understand my feelings. Perhaps it was bravado but none seems to believe that such papers ever do get burned. You, count, seemed to doubt it." "Where is it?" the count snapped. "Your life de- pends on your truth." "I have put it in a safe place," Trent said, re- suming his pacing of the room. The count's excitement banished the air of tolera- tion he had with difficulty affected toward one he hated. "Where is it?" he bellowed. Anthony Trent was smiling and his eyes were bright. It was one of his moments. "I am going to fetch it," he said urbanely. Long ago he had made a careful survey of the possibilities of the room in which he stood. He had thoroughly scrutinized windows and doors as likely aids to future needs. Every pair of eyes in that great room was turned on him. Sissek and Ferencz understanding no word only saw that he was unmoved, unruffled, almost joyous in the presence of the great Count Michael. They could not understand it at all. They only hated him the more. Hentzi was rather thrilled with the spectacle. Here was a young and handsome man of a type he had longed to be, no doubt the bearer of an historic 246 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR He made a lightning quick leap toward the win- dow where Hentzi was sitting in a low chair and then a dive over the secretary's shoulder. Through the small panes of glass he went like a hurled rock. The shade torn from its roller wrapped itself about his head and shielded him from flying glass and piercing splinters. Two shots rang out and he heard Hentzi's voice raised in a shriek of agony. There were other sounds which drowned even this. The count's voice bel- lowed forth instructions. He could hear Peter Sissek and Ferencz shouting and then, as another shot fol- lowed him into the courtyard Pauline's cry rang high above all other sounds. Trent landed on his shoulder, bruised but not seriously hurt. When he pulled the enveloping win- dow shade from his face he was amazed to see that the room from which he had come was now in dark- ness. He could hear the men thrashing about it in a fury of rage at being unable to find the way of pursuit. Whether failure of the current was the cause or someone had pressed the button, the delay was of incalculable value. Trent raced across the paved courtyard and pried open the door of what had been the prince's apart- ment. It was unoccupied as was that of the ad- joining room where the military aide had slept. At the bedroom door leading to the corridor he listened carefully but heard no sound. He opened it quietly to come upon a servant passing by. It was an unmannerly fellow who had often jeered at 248 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR Hardly had plans been made for the disposition of the searchers than an agitated footman reported Peter Sissek's wife with dire news. She was brought before her employer trembling with excitement. "Excellency," she cried, "He has escaped in the English car." Pauline at the count's side clutched his arm. "Thank God!" she breathed. "They shall suffer who let him pass," the count roared, "Swine, children of*.swine, spawn of the devil." "Let me go after him Excellency," Peter Sissek pleaded. "I will bring him back to you dead or alive as you command." "Fool," the count shouted, "Who are you to do this, you who have not his skill nor so fast a car! Get you to Agram. I will telegraph to Fiume and Zara and Trieste and have him stopped for a thief." "But," Pauline protested, "how dare you let it be known that it is the paper he has stolen? Dare you invite notice of it?" The count looked at her very oddly. Never had he looked so coldly. "Is it also his car?" he asked. "Have I no right to that?" Weeks before Anthony Trent had hidden a spare key to the garage in a secret place. From the mo- ment of closing the door of the armoire behind him, climbing down the copper pipe and starting his engine, Anthony Trent had not consumed more than' DOWN TO THE SEA 249 four minutes. As he drove it out of the yard he saw Mrs. Sissek running toward him. Soon they would be on his track again. He did not care. He knew there was never a driver in all Europe who could hope to catch him between Castle Radna and Fiume. A quick glance had assured him all was well with his Lion. Two extra wheels were carried which could be put on in three minutes. There was gasoline in his tanks and the purring hum of the motor was like a Beethoven symphony to his ears. And he knew that somewhere in the toolbox was concealed the little scrap of paper which had cost two lives already and might take his own as toll were he not careful. He prayed that the gods of chance might give him no less than an even break. Down the mountain side he went singing. At night there was little or no traffic. The peasants were early abed and the way would be deserted until he struck the Marie Louise road. Anthony Trent knew that not a car in the garage would pursue him with any chance of success. They would probably send a telegram from Agram but that contingency did not worry him very much. It had taken no more than a minute of his time to do damage that would take a hundred times as long to remedy. He smiled to think of the savage Sissek trying to start his Panhard. Then they would at- tempt to get the Fiat going and finally the old and tricky Mercedes. And they would all balk because that skilled mechanic Alfred Anthony had had his finger in the pie. 254 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR tions. I am bound for Malta and weigh anchor in a little while." Anthony Trent was silent for a moment. He knew that private matters concerning Lord Rosecarrel and his son had nothing to do with the government di- rectly. He knew, too, that to commandeer a de- stroyer for a private errand was inadmissable. But he was determined to get back and had no appetite for Fiume. There was a trump card which he had yet to play. "Why does a squadron of destroyers stay so long in Fiume?" he asked. "Admiralty orders," Lieutenant Maitland said briefly. "They are here because trouble may break out at any moment. The information I carry is necessary for the interests of your country and my own. I'm an American as I supposed you guessed. You will be thanked by the prime minister for taking me and my information back." "Why. not cable it?" Maitland suggested, "I'll wireless it for you in code." "I dare not trust it," Trent said emphatically, "and they wouldn't believe it anyhow. Mine is a preposterous story but it's one that your govern- ment needs to know. Can't Malta get on without you a little? It won't take long. You fellows travel at forty miles an hour." "Who is to judge of the importance of the infor- mation?" Maitland demanded. "I have to think of that. If you are spooffing me I run the certainty of DOWN TO THE SEA 255 court martial. Really I think I must beg you to be decently careful in asking this of me." "That's only fair," Trent agreed. "Does the name of William, Prince of Misselbach, mean anything to you?" "Only that I went to his funeral when he escaped from that island prison of his and was drowned. I was on the port guard ship at the time. I under- stand the allied powers breathed a sigh of relief that he had chosen to drown himself." Anthony Trent pointed to a group of boats at the end of the pier from which he had taken his leap. They were growing distinct in the light. "Those fellows," said Anthony Trent, accepting one of the officer's cigarettes, "are grappling for my body. They believe I'm dead. Drowned as deep as ever Prince William of Misselbach ever was. You have*'just as much right to think the prince dead. I've seen him. I know where he's been staying since his escape and I know who is behind the plot to put him on the throne of Hungary. Now^Lieu- tenant, do we steam back to England or shall I cable it?" "I'll take a chance and slip back to Portsmouth. What you need is a hot bath and some hotter coffee. By the time you've fed and got into some of my togs we shall be on our way back to fame or court martial." The lieutenant grinned cheerfully. He was still a boy for all the stern years he had witnessed dis- 256 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR aster by sea and land. Also he liked Trent. It was rather a lark, he thought. "By the way," said Trent suddenly, "if they wig- wagged you from shore that you were harbouring a man supposed to have stolen a Lion automobile from Count Michael Temesvar the man who is at the bottom of the plot would you feel bound to de- liver him up to justice? I ask because I think some sort of police are on the way here now." "My dear man," said Lieutenant Maitland, "you have the good fortune to be aboard the fastest de- stroyer on God's wide waters. Also steam is up and we shall have started before the harbour authori- ties can get aboard. If they can overhaul my old dear you may ask me that question again." When it was certain that Trent had made good his escape the black rage that took hold of Count Michael plunged his household into a distress that showed itself on every troubled face except that of Pauline. She was not easily able to conceal her joy in An- thony Trent's good fortune. The prophecy of the gipsy that he would escape was fulfilled. She knew that rage must be eating at the count's heart, a rage compared with which all his other frenzied outbursts were as nothing. As a rule he made Pauline his confidante, desiring only that she approve of his behaviour. Twice she had tried to get Hentzi aside and learn what news, if any, had come of the masquerader. Hentzi sullenly turned DOWN TO THE SEA 257 away from her. She supposed he had been so upset over his master's temper that he was nursing a grievance himself. She was in her room that night, about to take a gorgeous' necklace from her firm white throat, when there was a knock upon the door. "It is Mr. Hentzi," said her maid. "Tell him I will not see him," Pauline yawned. "He has an important message from Count Michael," said the girl. "Which will wait until tomorrow," Pauline said lazily. . Hentzi's voice made itself heard through the partly opened door. "I must beg you matlame, to come at once. It is imperative. The count must have your advice on matters of importance." Pauline decided to go. After the silence of the day the count would tell her everything, and she was anxious to be reassured of Anthony Trent's safety. "Where are you taking me?" she demanded as Hentzi guided her past the big room where Trent had been arraigned, the room from which he had made his escape. "His Excellency cannot remain in a room with an entire window torn out. It would but be to invite a flock of bats to enter." Pauline climbed two little flights of steps which led to the topmost floor of the castle. "I have never been here before," she commented. DOWN TO THE SEA 259 "Who told you that?" she demanded. "What matters that? It is untrue?" "Naturally," she answered, trying to fathom what lay behind his smiling face. "Tell me this Pauline," he said leaning forward, "when the Sissek woman informed us that he had escaped I thought I heard you say 'Thank God.' Why did you thank God when my enemy escaped?" Pauline was not so easily to be trapped. She re- membered breathing her prayer almost at his ear but she hoped in the excitement he had not heard. "You are dreaming Michael," she exclaimed. "Why should I say that?" "Another thing," the count went on. "This man would hardly have escaped if the electric lights had not gone out." Abruptly the count turned to Hentzi. "Tell me, did you see the engineer about this?" "Yes, Excellency," Hentzi assured him, "He tells me in technical terms which I do not comprehend that sometimes the light goes off for a few moments. It was the thunder storm or some atmospherical condition. I do not remember." "Heaven seems to fight for him," Count Michael commented. "First the lights extinguished and then someone in this house of mine who gives him keys and aids his escape. The garage door opens itself to him and lo, he disappears." "He has an accomplice you think, Excellency?" Hentzi stammered. He was fearful that his master had learned of his carrying the book to the prisoner. Out of this slender fact the wrathful count might be 260 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR weaving plot enough to engulf his faithful secretary. "I assure your Excellency," Hentzi cried, "that I am entirely loyal." Pauline was still not to be frightened by this changed mood of the count and the agitation ex- pressed on his secretary's face. She had been victor over him in a hundred violent scenes and Pauline loved violence and the raising of voices. "A curious thing," said the count meditatively, "is that the lights went out only in my room. A well trained thunder storm Hentzi, eh?" "Your excellence means that someone turned them off. I was on guard at the window as you re- member." "I know that you were. Ferencz was at the north door, Peter at the other. The thief could not be suspected and I was a dozen feet distant sitting in my chair. And yet, Hentzi, when I pressed the button light again flooded the room." "I suppose you are hinting that I did it?" Pauline said calmly. When the count smiled, it was another man look- ing at her, a man to whom she was a stranger. For the first time a thrill of uneasiness took hold of her. "Is hinting the right word?" Count Michael re- torted. "I might have done it," Pauline admitted, "I remember when I heard the crash of the broken glass jumping up. I probably put my hand out to steady myself and touched the knob without noticing it. How unfortunate! DOWN TO THE SEA 261 "Again," said the count, "I must question your right use of words. You said 'unfortunate,' did you not?" "There is one other thing which has puzzled me," Count Michael went on. Peter Sissek's wife thinks she saw you come back to the garage two mornings back soon after sunrise. She was wrong?" "She was right," Pauline replied, "I could not sleep so I went out to try and find the missing coat." "What loyal helpers surround me," the count mur- mured . "Before you retire to your well earned night's rest one other question." "As many as you please," said Pauline, some of her burden of anxiety lifted. "What is it?" "This thief knew of the presence here of certain exalted personages. He had never been anywhere but in the kitchen quarters and his own room. No servant of mine would have told him anything. There were many hours when I was busy and you played golf that you could have told him. I want your word that the information did not come from you." "You have it," she said lightly. "Now as that is all I shall go to my room. This hideous place chills me." "Pauline," Count Michael said sternly, "I have given you every chance to tell the truth. You have lied. It is in your nature to he but I thought that one of your training would know when the time came to speak the truth. Such an hour is at hand. The man was your lover. You helped him to es- 262 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR cape. That I am certain of. You have betrayed me and my cause — and your cause too — because you are a light of love, a thing who will accept a pur- chase price and then play false." "My poor Michael," she said commiseratingly, "you drink too much of your own plum brandy. To- night you are crazy. Tomorrow I shall have you begging for a smile from me. As it is I find you tedious. Hentzi, open the door." The secretary made no move to obey her. She shrugged her shoulders. Neither of the men judged from her manner the fear that began to en- wrap her. "Yours will be a cold smile tomorrow," Count Michael said, "and I, for one, shall not envy it. You have betrayed me but in the end I have triumphed. They have caught him Pauline. They are bringing him back to you. Do you think you will be there to aid him when he is my prisoner again?" If Count Michael wished for tribute to his victory it was his now. The confidence left her face. She was white and smileless. The courage and bold carriage of her splendid body seemed taken from her. She leaned heavily on the bare table. Hentzi, a prey always to emotion, could have wept for her forgetting she was his master's enemy. To Count Michael her attitude had the effect of whipping into white heat his repressed and savage rage. He had tried to believe that he still stood 264 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR "I am to be murdered?" she said looking from one to the other of the two. "You are to be executed," he said. "You took your oath to support this movement and you have betrayed it. I have given you your chance to con- fess and instead you perjured yourself." He raised a service revolver from his table. It was Hentzi who in this last black scene rose above his fears to plead for her. The count waved his protests aside. The woman did not move. "Madame," Hentzi cried almost hysterically. "You must not believe what his excellency tells you." "Silence," the count cried angrily. But Hentzi would not be stayed. At heart he was generous and in a dumb, hopeless fashion he had long cherished an affection for Pauline. "He escaped," Hentzi continued, "We have just learned that they did not capture him. . Already he is on a fast war ship of his country far from fear of pursuit."" It was as though a miracle had happened. The color came again into Pauline's cheeks and the drooping, broken figure grew tall, erect and commanding. "So you lied to me, Michael," she said slowly. "You were ashamed to admit that he had beaten you. But I should not have lost my faith in him so easily." She turned to Hentzi, "Thank you my friend. You have made me happy." "Silence," the count cried, "Prepare yourself." Chapter Fourteen THE CABINET MEETING A fast destroyer is a wet and uncomfortable craft but Anthony Trent had never enjoyed a voyage so much. Life in Castle Radna had been a greater strain than he knew. He felt the need for relaxa- tion. The trout stream called him, the golf links tempted him. He felt very much as he had done years before at Dartmouth when the rigors of the training period were finished with. He was safe. He was free; and he was speeding northward ho with the paper in his pocket which had seemed im- possible of attainment. "I dare not run into Portsmouth," Maitland con- fided in him, "as I'd have to report to the Admiral commanding and this news of yours is not for his ears yet." "Can't you get nearer London than Portsmouth?" Trent asked. "We're headed for Sheerness at the mouth of the Thames. I can lie quietly off Canvey Island and then train it to town. Later on when my irregular proceedings are dilated upon I can get the First Lord of the Admiralty to back me up. By the way," he said later, "Do you know the Grenvils well?" "Very well," Anthony Trent answered, "Why?" «66 268 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR said. "Her Ladyship is at an Albert Hall concert and Mr. Arthur is out of town." It was plain from his manner that he expected Anthony Trent to make his quarters in the Rose- carrel town house. "I must see his lordship instantly," Trent said. "Tell one of your men to whistle for a taxi." "You seem to be very popular with old Barlow," Maitland said. "I have spent the happiest hours of my life at Rosecarrel Castle," Anthony Trent said, Maitland thought with some little reserve. At Downing Street the prime minister's butler could not conceive of such a thing as an interrupted cabinet meeting. "It is business of state," Anthony Trent said loftily. "If you feel you have a right to dictate terms very well. But," he continued impressively, "I will promise you one thing. From tomorrow on, you will buttle for someone else." It happened that the cabinet meeting, which had to do with domestic finance, was already ended. The prime minister glanced at the card sent in, and turned to the private secretary of the Earl of Rosecarrel who had just entered the room. "That splendid young man Willoughby Maitland who did so well at Zeebrugge is demanding an audience. I am rather tired. Do you mind seeing if it is of importance?" "Certainly not, sir," said Colonel Langley. He stopped short when he saw who accompanied THE CABINET MEETING 269 the naval officer, and learned that it was Anthony Trent who had business with the premier. "The last time I saw you," he said stiffly, "was under circumstances which give you no right to expect me to plead your cause." "That may be," Trent said equably, "but I am here not to converse with you but your superiors. By the way who is prime minister now?" "Llewellyn Morgan," Maitland said. "His third term." It was Llewellyn Morgan Trent had met in Corn- wall. Things looked brighter. "The premier knows me," he said to Colonel Langley, "and you are no doubt aware I am privileged to call Lord Rosecarrel my friend." When the two reached the simply furnished room Lord Rosecarrel looked at the American with wide open eyes. "My dear boy," he said affectionately, gripping both his hands. "I do not think you can believe how glad I am to see you." "Isn't this the young man who had the presump- tion to outdrive me forty yards every time we stepped to a tee?" The Right Honourable Llewellyn Morgan greeted him in so friendly a fashion that Colonel Langley was astounded. But there was another man, of cabinet rank, who scowled when he beheld it. Ru- dolph Castoon had attained his desire. He was now Chancellor of the Exchequer. And Castoon knew in his heart that it was because of Anthony Trent Lady Daphne Grenvil had refused him. THE CABINET MEETING 271 "This is exceedingly important," he declared after reading it quickly. "Mr. Trent you have performed a service to this government and your own which entitles you to a reward of no mean character. Now have the goodness to answer these questions." They were fired at him quickly and embraced a variety of subjects. It was only because of his re- tentive memory and trained powers of observation that he was able to satisfy the premier. "It is unfortunate," said Rudolph Castoon, "that Mr. Trent was not able to bring us the original docu- ment. One's memory, even when one's intentions are of the best, can play off tricks." He said it so obviously to discredit the American that Trent flushed and disclosed something that he had not meant publicly to announce. "Do you know Baron Adolf Castoon?" he asked. "Naturally," Castoon answered, "One does not easily forget to know one's eldest brother." "Then I have news of your eldest brother which will cause you infinite concern," Trent said, with sympathy in his voice. "Baron Adolf is financing this revolutionary movement. I brought him up from Fiume one day and being assured I did not understand a word of German he was indiscreet enough to talk about it." "It is a lie," Rudolph Castoon cried. "Adolf is loyal to the interests of the Allies. His public speeches are evidence of it." "But I am speaking of private speeches," Trent said smiling. THE CABINET MEETING 273 is not the lot of many. For my part I can never cease to feel under obligation to him." "What we have heard," said the premier, "is under the seal of the most absolute secrecy." He turned to Castoon, "I am sorry for the news you have heard but it was not a matter of surprise to me. I have long heard unpleasing rumours as to the baron's sympathies. You understand that he must not be apprised in any way of this?" \ "Certainly sir," Castoon returned stiffly. "I can hardly see the necessity of reminding me of it." When the meeting had broken up Anthony Trent was amazed to see Colonel Langley's outstretched hand. "I must apologize," he said frankly, "I did not know that you were working for my chief or that he regarded you so highly. You shoot I suppose?" "Crazy over it," Anthony Trent admitted. "I wish you would be one of the guns next Sep- tember the first. My place is at Dereham Old Hall in Norfolk. You have never been to that part of the world I imagine?" Anthony Trent looked at the tall colonel and understood. "Never," he said, "but I shall be delighted to come." Maitland remained after the others left. It was necessary that the premier should endorse his con- duct with his own chief. British destroyers are not designed as passenger boats. Chapter Fifteen ANTHONY THE TRIUMPHANT The butler tapped upon Trent's door before nine next morning. "I've just taken a telephone message for you, Mr. Anthony, very important if I may judge." "Come in and tell me about it," the American said. He could not imagine who knew his where- abouts. It must be Maitland, he supposed, who had promised to see him before he joined his destroyer again if it were possible. "It's from the American Embassy," the butler informed him. "What?" Trent demanded. "Are you sure?" The American Embassy! What had he to do with that? Once behind the doors he was on American soil and subject to her jurisdiction. "It was a message saying that the ambassador must see you at once. I took the liberty of saying I thought you could get there by half past nine. A motor will be waiting when you have dressed." Anthony Trent sat on the edge of his bed and saw all his high hopes dashed to earth. Someone must have told the ambassador of this young fellow coun- tryman of his who was on intimate terms with a cabinet minister. And the ambassador with the aid 877 278 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR of his intelligence department must have run him to earth. For a moment he wondered whether it would not be wiser to make a run for it. Maitland now as- sured of his bona fides would not hesitate to take him with him and land him at some lonely spot on the Italian coast by night. He had money and his wits. It would be beginning life over again but it would be better than disgrace here in London. Then his fighting side asserted itself. He would not be frightened ,into flight before he was convinced flight was necessary. There was another visitor in the American am- bassador's waiting room, a man of middle age who smoked an excellent cigar. He turned as Trent en- tered. "Morning," said Trent morosely. He was an- noyed to find that he had to speak. It was the pub- lisher of a chain of magazines for one of which Trent used to write when engaged in the manufacture of light fiction. He had often smoked one of the mil- lionaire's celebrated cigars. "Good morning," said the publisher graciously. "It's a long time since I saw you." "The ambassador keeps extraordinary hours," Trent commented. "He's a business man," the other explained, "Not bred to the old time diplomacy, just a plain, busi- ness man. "What have you done that he sent for you?" Trent asked. 280 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR don't give orders or decorations or grants of money. If we did you'd have one coming to you. What you've done won't even come before Congress. You'll be a mute inglorious Milton, but — if the day comes when you need help, if you should ever be in a tight place, remember you've got something to trade with. I'm not going to mention this again but you bear it in mind." "I certainly will," Trent said gratefully. Then he spoke a little hesitatingly. "Be frank with me, Mr. Hill. I ask this as a personal favor. Had you anything at the back of your mind when you spoke about my being in a tight place or needing help?" "No," the ambassador said after a mental reaction which could be measured in seconds. "But you've made enemies here. Some of 'em have sent in ask- ing what you do for your livelihood. Of course I re- membered that Australian uncle. He certainly must have cut up rich." "He did," Anthony Trent said sombrely. He had invented an Australian uncle years before to account for possession of the large sums of money his pro- fessional work netted him. Oddly enough the memory gave him little pleasure now. "I was able to assure the inquisitive," the diplo- mat declared, "that I had known you for years." Enemies! Castoon perhaps, who hated him on sight, and possibly the Colonel Langley who was . now his friend. What others unknown to him might there not be! And there was Lady Polruan sister of Willoughby Maitland. She probably would be in- ANTHONY THE TRIUMPHANT 281 fluenced by her favorite brother and receive him on a friendly footing if they met again. These people he knew. But it was the unknowns who bothered him. "Was Rudolph Castoon one of them?" he in- quired. "The Chancellor of the Exchequer?" Hill laughed. "My boy you have certainly got right into the top- hole set here. The inquisitive ones were your own countryfolk who were jealous that a man not even in the Social Register got in on intimate terms with the great families. Maybe they wanted to get your formula. Nothing serious. I've got a busy morning. Lunch with me at one tomorrow?" "Gladly," Anthony Trent returned, his manner brighter. Never had he shaken hands so heartily with his old publisher. "It's done me good to see you," he exclaimed. The friendly butler informed Trent in confidence that Lady Daphne was not yet down. His lordship was already riding in the Row. "Her ladyship has not been informed of your ar- rival," said the butler. "She is expected down in a few minutes. I have ordered kidneys and bacon en brochette for you, sir." "This feels like being really at home," the Ameri- can said. "I have wanted that for breakfast every morning I've been away and never once had the luck to get it." Below stairs the butler informed the housekeeper, 282 THE SECRET OF THE SILVER CAR who later retailed it to maids, that Mr. Anthony seemed very nervous. A footman openly rejoiced when he overheard the butler's conversation with the housekeeper that his duties would enable him to witness the meeting of his mistress and the American. "There will be nobody in the breakfast room when her ladyship enters but Mr. Anthony," his superior said firmly. "Haven't you got any romance in you, Simpkins?" "Yes," answered the footman simply, "that's why I want to see them." Anthony Trent was sitting in a big winged chair by the fire when Daphne entered. She walked to the table and picked up some letters without seeing him. At every mail she expected to hear from him and now was another of these continual dis- appointments. Invitations, letters from friends and relatives, but never a one from the man she loved. Watching her Anthony Trent was a victim to many emotions. The rumor which he had confi- dently disputed that she was engaged to Rudolph Castoon now assumed a guise of probability. Why not? He had left her expecting never to see her again. He had convinced her of the unsurmount- able barrier between them, a barrier which still ex- isted. What a fool he had been to twist the earl's statement about Arthur into something that spelled hope when none was intended. That he was here was due to the feeling on Lord Rosecarrel's part that he deserved courtesy at the ANTHONY THE TRIUMPHANT 283 hands of the Grenvils. Before leaving for Croatia he had assured the elder man that he would not claim a reward. And here he was within a few feet of Daphne. What he should have done was to call and greet her in a friendly fashion, a fashion which would have told her that he realized there could no longer be any pretence of intimacy between them. Instead he was hiding in a deep chair and must presently disclose himself. He noticed anxiously that she was looking frail and tired. There was a sadness on her face which he had not seen there before. It was, he decided, a hopelessness, a lack of the vivacity which had al- ways distinguished her. It was when the butler had decided time enough had elapsed for greeting that Simpkins was allowed to bear in silver dishes of food. It was the footman's entrance which made the girl look up from her unopened collection of letters. She did not see Simpkins. She saw only the man in the chair, the tall, slim man who rose almost awk- wardly when he met her wide-open eyes. Ordinarily self possessed, never at a loss for a word or embarrassed, Anthony Trent stood there dumb and looked at her. "Oh Tony, Tony!" she cried. Immensely gratified, Simpkins beheld the Ameri- can gather her to him. Honest Simpkins had tears in his eyes. He went from the room blindly, his mission unaccomplished. He had seen Love so near to him that he was dazzled. ANTHONY THE TRIUMPHANT 285 He had often heard of it. It was a magnificent property of a hundred thousand acres. Great flocks of sheep and cattle grazed on it and there were hun- dreds of horses. There were lakes on it where the rainbow trout grew to fifteen pounds in weight. He had seen photographs of the big house with its tennis courts, its outside swimming pool, its walled gardens. It was administered, he knew, by intelli- gent superintendents and capable of even greater de- velopment. "A wonderful place," he said. "Yes, I remember. Your father wanted to sell it." "He has given it away instead." "Given away a place like that?" "Perhaps I ought not to say given away," she smiled. "He has given it in exchange for what busi- ness people call collateral. He has given it to you, Tony, subject to certain conditions." "Me?" he cried, "Oh no! Impossible. I couldn't take it." "But you haven't even heard the conditions," she said. "I go with it. It must be kept in the family." Anthony Trent had a vision of the future. He saw himself a clean man again, a man with hard work before him and great responsibilities. He re- membered his country's ambassador and the cryptic utterances which might mean so much. The new life in the new country where none knew him. The realization of those dreams of children who need never be ashamed of their parentage. And all this was offered him.