Part 57 (2/2)

”Johann,” she began tremulously, ”listen to me----”

”_Nein! Nein!_ What for a _Frauenzimmer_ haff we here!” retorted Golden Beard, losing his patience and catching her by the arm. ”Go out und fix for us our ladder und keep it coiled on the rail und lean ofer it like you was looking at those stars once!”

He forced her toward the door; she turned, struggling, to confront him:

”Then for G.o.d's sake, give this man a chance! Don't leave him tied here to be blown to atoms! Give him a chance--anything except this!

Throw him out of the port, there!” She pointed at the closed port, evaded Golden Beard, sprang upon the sofa, unscrewed the gla.s.s cover, and swung it open.

The port was too small even to admit the pa.s.sage of her own body; she realised it; Golden Beard laughed and turned to examine the result of Ali Baba's wiring.

For a second the girl gazed wildly around her, as though seeking some help in her terrible dilemma, then she s.n.a.t.c.hed up a bit of the torn sheeting, tied it to the screw of the porthole cover, and flung the end out where it fluttered in the darkness.

As she sprang to the floor Golden Beard swung round in renewed anger at her for still loitering.

”Sacreminton!” he exclaimed. ”It is time you do your part! Go to your post then! We remain here until five minutes is left us. Then we join you.”

The girl nodded, turned to the door.

”Wait! You understand the plan?”

”Yes.”

”You understand that you do not go overboard until we arrive, no matter what happens?”

”Yes.”

He stood looking at her for a moment, then with a shrug he went over and patted her shoulder.

”That's my brave girl! I also do not desire to kill anybody. But when the Fatherland is in danger, then killing signifies nothing--is of no consequence--pouf!--no lives are of importance then--not even our own!” He laughed in a fas.h.i.+on almost kindly and clapped her lightly once more on her shoulder: ”Go, my child. The Fatherland is in danger!”

She went, not looking back. He closed and locked the door behind her and calmly turned to aid Ali Baba who was still fussing with the wires. Presently, however, he mounted the bed where Neeland sat tied and gagged; pulled from his pockets an auger with its bit, a screw-eye, and block and tackle; and, standing on the bed, began to bore a hole in the ceiling.

In a few moments he had fastened the screw-eye, rigged his block, made a sling for his bombs out of a blanket, and had hoisted the three cylinders up flat against the ceiling from whence the connecting wires sagged over the foot of the bedstead to the alarm clock on the washstand.

To give the clock more room on the gla.s.s shelf, Ali Baba removed the toilet accessories and set them on the washstand; but he had no room for a large jug of water, and, casting about for a place to set it, noticed a railed bracket over the head of the bed, and placed it there.

Then, apparently satisfied with his labours, he sat down Turk fas.h.i.+on on the sofa, lighted a cigarette, selected a bonbon from the box beside him, and calmly regaled himself.

Presently Golden Beard tied the cord which held up the sling in which the bombs were slung against the ceiling. He fastened it tightly to the iron frame of the bed, stepped back to view the effect, then leisurely pulled out and filled his porcelain pipe, and seated himself on the sofa beside Ali Baba.

Neither spoke; twice Golden Beard drew his watch from his waistcoat pocket and compared it carefully with the dial of the alarm clock on the washstand shelf. The third time he did this he tapped Ali Baba on the shoulder, rose, knocked out his pipe and flung it out of the open port.

Together they walked over to Neeland, examined the gag and ligatures as impersonally as though the prisoner were not there, nodded their satisfaction, turned off the electric light, and, letting themselves out, locked the door on the outside.

It lacked five minutes of the time indicated on the alarm dial.

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