Part 56 (2/2)
”Did you do so? Then all the bettaire. I think we shall persuade him.
Do not venture to move, young man; I shoot veree willingly.”
And Neeland, looking at him along the blunt barrel of the automatic pistol, was inclined to believe him.
His sensations were not agreeable; he managed to maintain a calm exterior; choke back the hot chagrin that reddened his face to the temples; and cast a half humorous, half contemptuous glance at Ilse Dumont.
”You prove true, don't you?” he said coolly. ”--True to your trade of story-telling, Scheherazade!”
”I knew--nothing--of this!” she stammered.
But Neeland only laughed disagreeably.
Then the door opened again softly, and Golden Beard came in without his crutches.
CHAPTER XXI
METHOD AND FORESIGHT
Without a word--with merely a careless glance at Neeland, who remained seated under the level threat of Ali Baba's pistol, the big, handsome German removed his overcoat. Under it was another coat. He threw this off in a brisk, businesslike manner, unbuckled a brace of pistols, laid them aside, unwound from his body a long silk rope ladder which dropped to the floor at Ilse Dumont's feet.
The girl had turned very pale. She stooped, picked up the silk ladder, and, holding it in both hands, looked hard at Golden Beard.
”Johann,” she said, ”I gave my word of honour to this young man that if he came here no harm would happen to him.”
”I read the note you have shoved under his door,” said Golden Beard.
”That iss why we are here, Karl and I.”
Neeland remembered the wax in the keyhole then. He turned his eyes on Ilse Dumont, curiously, less certain of her treachery now.
Meanwhile, Golden Beard continued busily unwinding things from his apparently too stout person, and presently disengaged three life-belts.
One of these he adjusted to his own person, then, putting on his voluminous overcoat, took the pistol from Ali Baba, who, in turn, adjusted one of the remaining life-belts to his body.
Neeland, deeply perplexed and uncomfortable, watched these operations in silence, trying to divine some reason for them.
”Now, then!” said Golden Beard to the girl; and his voice sounded cold and incisive in the silence.
”This is not the way to do it,” she said in a low tone. ”I gave him my word of honour.”
”You will be good enough to buckle on that belt,” returned Golden Beard, staring at her.
Slowly she bent over, picked up the life-belt, and, looping the silk rope over her arm, began to put on the belt. Golden Beard, impatient, presently came to her a.s.sistance; then he unhooked from the wall a cloak and threw it over her shoulders.
”Now, Karl!” he said. ”Shoot him dead if he stirs!” And he s.n.a.t.c.hed a sheet from the bed, tore it into strips, walked over to Neeland, and deftly tied him hand and foot and gagged him.
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