Part 58 (1/2)

”Please keep these,” he begged, ”and see that she has everything she wants. I shall be here again later in the day. There is not the slightest need for all this. She will be quite well off for the rest of her life. Will you try and engage some one for a day or two to come in until she is able to be moved?”

”I'll look after her,” the nurse promised.

Laverick went reluctantly away. The events of the last few days were becoming more and more like a dream to him. He went to his club almost from habit. Presently the excitement which all London seemed to be sharing drove his own personal feelings a little into the background. The air was full of rumors. The Prime Minister and the Foreign Secretary were spoken of as one speaks of heroes. Nothing was definitely known, but there was a splendid feeling of confidence that for once in her history England was preparing to justify her existence as a great Power.

CHAPTER x.x.xVII

THE PLOT THAT FAILED

The progress of the Czar from Buckingham Palace to the Mansion House, where he had, after all, consented to lunch with the Lord Mayor, witnessed a popular outburst of enthusiasm absolutely inexplicable to the general public. It was known that affairs in Central Europe were in a dangerously precarious state, and it was felt that the Czar's visit here, and the urgent summons which had brought from St. Petersburg his Foreign Minister, were indications that the long wished-for entente between Russia and this country was now actually at hand. There was in the Press a curious reticence with regard to the development of the political situation.

One felt everywhere that it was the calm before the storm--that at any moment the great black headlines might tell of some startling stroke of diplomacy, some dangerous peril averted or defied. The circ.u.mstances themselves of the Czar's visit had been a little peculiar. On his arrival it was announced that, for reasons of health, the original period of his stay, namely a week, was to be cut down to two days. No sooner had he arrived at Windsor, however, than a change was announced. The Czar had so far recovered as to be able even to extend the period at first fixed for his visit.

Simultaneously with this, the German and Austrian Press were full of bitter and barely veiled articles, whose meaning was unmistakable.

The Czar had thrown in his lot at first with Austria and Germany.

That he was going deliberately to break away from that arrangement there seemed now scarcely any manner of doubt.

Bellamy and Louise, from a window in Fleet Street, watched him go by. Prince Rosmaran had been specially bidden to the luncheon, but he, too, had been with them earlier in the morning. Afterwards they turned their backs upon the city, and as soon as the crowd had thinned made their way to one of the west-end restaurants.

”It seems too good to be true,” declared Louise. Bellamy nodded.

”Nevertheless I am convinced that it is true. The humor of the whole thing is that it was our friends in Germany themselves who pressed the Czar not to altogether cancel his visit for fear of exciting suspicion. That, of course, was when there seemed to be no question of the news of the Vienna compact leaking out. They would never have dared to expose a man to such a trial as the Czar must have faced when the resume of the Vienna proceedings, in the Chancellor's own handwriting, was read to him at Windsor.”

”You saw the telegram from Paris?” Louise interposed. ”The special mission from St. Petersburg has been recalled.”

Bellamy smiled.

”It all goes to prove what I say,” he went on. ”Any morning you may expect to hear that Austria and Germany have received an ultimatum.”

”I wonder,” she remarked, ”what became of Streuss.”

”He is hiding somewhere in London, without a doubt,” Bellamy answered. ”There's always plenty of work for spies.”

”Don't use that word,” she begged.

He made a little grimace.

”You are thinking of my own connection with the profession, are you not?” he asked. ”Well, that counts for nothing now. I hope I may still serve my country for many years, but it must be in a different way.”

”What do you mean?” she demanded.

”I heard from my uncle's solicitors this morning,” Bellamy continued, ”that he is very feeble and cannot live more than a few months.

When he dies, of course, I must take my place in the House of Lords.

It is his wish that I should not leave England again now, so I suppose there is nothing left for me but to give it up. I have done my share of traveling and work, after all,” he concluded, thoughtfully.

”Your share, indeed,” she murmured. ”Remember that but for that doc.u.ment which was read to the Czar at Windsor, Servia must have gone down, and England would have had to take a place among the second-cla.s.s Powers. There may be war now, it is true, but it will be a glorious war.”

”Louise, very soon we shall know. Until then I will say nothing.