Count Bunker

by J. Storer Clouston

  CHAPTER XIV

  "Sir Justin," said the Countess firmly, "please tell my daughter exactlywhat you have discovered."

  Sir Justin Wallingford sat in the drawing-room at Belgrave Square withone of these ladies on either side of him. He was a tall, gaunt manwith a grizzled black beard, a long nose, and such a formidably solemnexpression that ambitious parents were in the habit of wishing thattheir offspring might some day be as wise as Sir Justin Wallingfordlooked. His fund of information was prodigious, while his reasoningpowers were so remarkable that he had never been known to commit theslightest action without furnishing a full and adequate explanation ofhis conduct. Thus the discrimination shown by the Countess in choosinghim to restore a lady's peace of mind will at once be apparent.

  "The results of my inquiries," he pronounced, "have been on the wholeof a negative nature. If this mission on which the Baron von Blitzenbergprofesses to be employed is in fact of an unusually delicate nature,it is just conceivable that the answer I received from PrinceGommell-Kinchen, when I sounded him at the Khalifa's luncheon, may havebeen intended merely to throw dust in my eyes. At the same time, hishighness appeared to speak with the candor of a man who has partaken,not excessively, you understand, but I may say freely, of the pleasuresof the table."

  He looked steadily first at one lady and then at the other, to let thispoint sink in.

  "And what did the Prince say?" asked the Baroness, who, in spite of hersupreme confidence in her husband, showed a certain eager nervousnessinseparable from a judicial inquiry.

  "He told me--I merely give you his word, and not my own opinion; youperfectly understand that, Baroness?"

  "Oh yes," she answered hurriedly.

  "He informed me that, in fact, the Baron had been obliged to ask for afortnight's leave of absence to attend to some very pressing and privatebusiness in connection with his Silesian estates."

  "I think, Alicia, we may take that as final," said her motherdecisively.

  "Indeed _I_ shan't!" cried Alicia warmly. "That was just an excuse, ofcourse. Rudolph's business is so very delicate that--that--well, thatyou could only expect Prince Gommell-Kinchen to say something of thatsort."

  "What do you say to that, Sir Justin?" demanded the Countess.

  With the air of a man doing what was only his duty, he replied--

  "I say that I think it is improbable. In fact, since you demand to knowthe truth, I may inform you that the Prince added that leave of absencewas readily given, since the Baron's diplomatic duties are merelynominal. To quote his own words, 'Von Blitzenberg is a nice fellow, andit pleases the English ladies to play with him.'"

  Even Lady Grillyer was a trifle taken aback at this description of herson-in-law, while Alicia turned scarlet with anger.

  "I don't believe he said anything of the sort!" she cried. "You both ofyou only want to hurt me and insult Rudolph! I won't stand it!"

  She was already on her feet to leave them, when her mother stopped her,and Sir Justin hastened to explain.

  "No reflection upon the Baron's character was intended, I assure you.The Prince merely meant to imply that he represented the social ratherthan the business side of the embassy. And both are equally necessary, Iassure you--equally essential, Baroness, believe me."

  "In fact," said the Countess, "the remark comes to this, that Rudolphwould never be sent to Russia, whatever else they might expect of him."

  Even through their tears Alicia's eyes brightened with triumph.

  "But he HAS gone, mamma! I got a letter from him this morning--from St.Petersburg!"

  The satisfaction of her two physicians on hearing this piece of goodnews took the form of a start which might well have been mistaken formere astonishment, or even for dismay.

  "And you did not tell ME of it!" cried her mother.

  "Rudolph did not wish me to. I have only told you now to prove howutterly wrong you both are."

  "Let me see this letter!"

  "Indeed, mamma, I won't!"

  The two ladies looked at one another with such animosity that Sir Justinfelt called upon to interfere.

  "Suppose the Baroness were to read us as much as is necessary toconvince us that there is no possibility of a mistake," he suggested.

  So profoundly did the Countess respect his advice that she graciouslywaived her maternal rights so far as actually following the text withher eyes went; while her daughter, after a little demur, was induced todepart this one step further from her husband's injunctions.

  "You have no objections to my glancing at the post-mark?" said SirJustin when this point was settled.

  With a toss of her head the Baroness silently handed him the envelope.

  "It seems correct," he observed cautiously.

  "But post-marks can be forged, can't they?" inquired the Countess.

  "I fear they can," he admitted, with a sorrowful air.

  Scorning to answer this insinuation, the Baroness proceeded to readaloud the following extracts:

  "'I travelled with comfort through Europe, and having by many countriespassed, such as Germany and others, I arrived, my dear Alicia, inRussia.'"

  "Is that all he says about his journey?" interrupted Lady Grillyer.

  "It is certainly a curiously insufficient description of a particularlyinteresting route," commented Sir Justin.

  "It almost seems as if he didn't know what other countries lie betweenEngland and Russia," added the Countess.

  "It only means that he knows geography doesn't interest me!" repliedAlicia. "And he does say more about his journey--'Alone by myself, ina carriage very quietly I travelled.' And again--'To be observed notwishing, and strict orders being given to me, with no man I spoke allthe way.' There!"

  "That certainly makes it more difficult to check his statements," SirJustin admitted.

  "Ah, he evidently thought of that!" said the Countess. "If he had saidthere was anyone with him, we could have asked him afterwards who itwas. What a pity! Read on, my child--we are vastly interested."

  Thus encouraged, the Baroness continued

  "'In Russia the crops are good, and from my window with pleasure Iobserve them. Petersburg is a nice town, and I have a pleasant apartmentin it!'"

  "What!" exclaimed the Countess. "He is looking at the crops from hiswindow in St. Petersburg!"

  Sir Justin grimly pursed his lips, but his silence was more ominousthan speech. In fact, the Baron's unfortunate effort at realism by theintroduction of his window struck the first blow at his wife's implicittrust in him. She was evidently a little disconcerted, though shestoutly declared--

  "He is evidently living in the suburbs, mamma."

  "Will you be so kind as to read on a little farther?" interposed SirJustin in a grave voice.

  "'The following reflections have I made. Russia is very large and cold,where people in furs are to be seen, and sledges. Bombs are thrownsometimes, and the marine is not good when it does drink too much.' Now,mamma, he must have seen these things or he wouldn't put them in hisletter."

  The Baroness broke of somewhat hurriedly to make this comment, almostindeed as though she felt it to be necessary. As for her two comforters,they looked at one another with so much sorrow that their eyes gleamedand their lips appeared to smile.

  "The Baron did not write that letter in Russia," said Sir Justindecisively. "Furs are not worn in summer, nor do the inhabitants travelin sledges at this time of the year."

  "But--but he doesn't say he actually saw them," pleaded the Baroness.

  "Then that remark, just like the rest of his reflections, makes utternonsense," rejoined her mother.

  "Is that all?" inquired Sir Justin.

  "Almost all--all that is important," faltered the Baroness.

  "Let us hear the rest," said her mother inexorably.

  "There is only a postscript, and that merely says--'The flask that youfilled I thank you for; it was so large that it was sufficient for----'I can't read the last word."

  "Let me see it, Alicia."

 
A few minutes ago Alicia would have torn the precious letter up ratherthan let another eye fall upon it. That her devotion was a littledisturbed was proved by her allowing her two advisers to study even asingle sentence. Keeping her hand over the rest, she showed it to them.They bent their brows, and then simultaneously exclaimed--

  "'Us both!'"

  "Oh, it can't be!" cried the poor Baroness.

  "It is absolutely certain," said her mother in a terrible voice--"'Itwas so large that it was sufficient for us both!'"

  "There is no doubt about it," corroborated Sir Justin sternly. "Theunfortunate young man has inadvertently confessed his deception."

  "It cannot be!" murmured the Baroness. "He said at the beginning that hetravelled quite alone."

  "That is precisely what condemns him," said her mother.

  "Precisely," reiterated Sir Justin.

  The Baroness audibly sobbed, while the two patchers of her peace of mindgazed at her commiserately.

  "What am I to do?" she asked at length. "I can't believe he really----But how am I to find out?"

  "I shall make further investigations," promptly replied Sir Justin.

  "And I also," added the Countess.

  "Meanwhile," said Sir Justin, "we shall be exceedingly interested tolearn what further particulars of his wanderings the Baron supplies youwith."

  "Yes," observed the Countess, "he can fortunately be trusted to betrayhimself. You will inform me, Alicia, as soon as you hear from himagain."

  Her daughter made no reply.

  Sir Justin rose and bade them a grave farewell.

  "In my daughter's name I thank you cordially," said the Countess, as shepressed his hand.

  "Anything I have done has been a pleasure to me," he assured them with asincerity there was no mistaking.