Part 2 (1/2)
For a little while no one answered. Ultimately, the officer who regarded Liege as a joke said shortly, ”Your Sir Grey has made some impudent suggestions. I suppose it is what the Americans call 'bluff'; but bluffing Germany is a dangerous game.”
”Newspapers exaggerate such matters,” said Dalroy.
”It may be so. Still, you'll be lucky if you get beyond Aachen,” was the ungracious retort. The speaker refused to give the town its French name.
An hour pa.s.sed, the third in Cologne, before the train rumbled away into the darkness. The girl pretended to sleep. Indeed, she may have dozed fitfully. Dalroy did not attempt to engage her in talk. The Germans gossiped in low tones. They knew that their nation had spied on the whole world. Naturally, they held every foreigner in their midst as tainted in the same vile way.
From Cologne to Aix-la-Chapelle is only a two hours' run. That night the journey consumed four. Dalroy no longer dared look out when the train stood in a siding. He knew by the sounds that all the dread paraphernalia of war was speeding toward the frontier; but any display of interest on his part would be positively dangerous now; so he, too, closed his eyes.
By this time he was well aware that his real trials would begin at Aix; but he had the philosopher's temperament, and never leaped fences till he reached them.
At one in the morning they entered the station of the last important town in Germany. Holland lay barely three miles away, Belgium a little farther. The goal was near. Dalroy felt that by calmness and quiet determination he and his charming protege might win through. He was very much taken by Irene Beresford. He had never met any girl who attracted him so strongly. He found himself wondering whether he might contrive to cultivate this strangely formed friends.h.i.+p when they reached England. In a word, the self-denying ordinance popularly attributed to Lord Kitchener was weakening in Captain Arthur Dalroy.
Then his sky dropped, dropped with a bang.
The train had not quite halted when the door was torn open, and a bespectacled, red-faced officer glared in.
”It is reported from Cologne that there are English in this carriage,”
he shouted.
”Correct, my friend. There they are!” said the man who had snarled at Dalroy earlier.
”You must descend,” commanded the new-comer. ”You are both under arrest.”
”On what charge?” inquired Dalroy, bitterly conscious of a gasp of terror which came involuntarily from the girl's lips.
”You are spies. A sentry heard you talking English, and saw you examining troop-trains from the carriage window.”
So that Bavarian lout had listened to the Prussian officer's taunt, and made a story of his discovery to prove his diligence.
”We are not spies, nor have we done anything to warrant suspicion,” said Dalroy quietly. ”I have letters----”
”No talk. Out you come!” and he was dragged forth by a bloated fellow whom he could have broken with his hands. It was folly to resist, so he merely contrived to keep on his feet, whereas the fat bully meant to trip him ignominiously on to the platform.
”Now you!” was the order to Irene, and she followed. Half-a-dozen soldiers closed around. There could be no doubting that preparations had been made for their reception.
”May I have my portmanteau?” said Dalroy. ”You are acting in error, as I shall prove when given an opportunity.”
”Shut your mouth, you d.a.m.ned Englishman”--that was a favourite phrase on German lips apparently--”would you dare to argue with me?--Here, one of you, take his bag. Has the woman any baggage? No. Then march them to the----”
A tall young lieutenant, in the uniform of the Prussian Imperial Guard, dashed up breathlessly.
”Ah, I was told the train had arrived!” he cried. ”Yes, I am in search of those two----”
”Thank goodness you are here, Von Halwig!” began Dalroy.
The Guardsman turned on him a face aflame with fury. ”Silence!” he bellowed. ”I'll soon settle _your_ affair.--Take his papers and money, and put him in a waiting-room till I return,” he added, speaking to the officer of reserves who had affected the arrest. ”Place the lady in another waiting-room, and lock her in. I'll see that she is not molested. As for this English _schwein-hund_, shoot him at the least sign of resistance.”
”But, Herr Lieutenant,” began the other, whose heavy paunch was a measure of his self-importance, ”I have orders----”
”_Ach, was!_ I know! This Englishman is not an ordinary spy. He is a cavalry captain, and speaks our language fluently. Do as I tell you. I shall come back in half-an-hour.--Fraulein, you are in safer hands.