Part 32 (1/2)

”Shut up,” said the official, ”and get out of here, and if I hear anything more of this matter I shall subtract your credit.”

Katrina, now whimpering, was led from the room. The official beamed upon Capt. Grauble and myself. ”Do you see,” he said, ”how perfectly our records take care of these crazy accusations? The black haired one is evidently touched in the head with jealousy, and now that she has chanced upon you, she makes up this preposterous story, which might cause you no end of annoyance, but here we have the absolute refutation of the charge. Before a man can step into another's shoes, he must step out of his own. Murdered bodies can be destroyed, although that is difficult, but one man cannot be two men!”

We left the official chuckling over his cleverness.

”The Keeper of Records was wise after his kind,” mused Grauble, ”but it never occurred to him that there might be chemists in the world who are not registered in the card files of Berlin.”

Grauble's voice sounded a note of aloofness and suspicion. Had he penetrated my secret? Did I dare make full confession? Had Grauble given me the least encouragement I should have done so, but he seemed to wish to avoid further discussion and I feared to risk it.

My hope of a fuller understanding with Grauble seemed destroyed, and we soon separated without further confidences.

~2~

When I returned home from my offices one evening some days later, my secretary announced that a visitor was awaiting me.

I entered the reception-room and found Holknecht, who had been my chemical a.s.sistant in the early days of my work in Berlin. Holknecht had seemed to me a servile fawning fellow and when I received my first promotion I had deserted him quite brutally for the very excellent reason that he had known the other Armstadt and I feared that his dulled intelligence might at any time be aroused to penetrate my disguise. That he should look me up in my advancement and prosperity, doubtless to beg some favour, seemed plausible enough, and therefore with an air of condescending patronage, I asked what I could do for him.

”It is about Katrina,” he said haltingly, as he eyed me curiously.

”Well, what about her?”

”She wants me to bring you to her.”

”But suppose I do not choose to go?”

”Then there may be trouble.”

”She has already tried to make trouble,” I said, ”but nothing came of it.”

”But that,” said Holknecht, ”was before she saw me.”

”And what have you told her?”

”I told her about Armstadt's going to the mines and you coming back to the hospital wearing his clothes and possessed of his folder and of your being out of your memory.”

”You mean,” I replied, determined not to acknowledge his a.s.sumption of my other ident.i.ty, ”that you explained to her how the illness had changed me; and did that not make clear to her why she did not recognize me at first?”

”There is no use,” insisted Holknecht, ”of your talking like that. I never could quite make up my mind about you, though I always knew there was something wrong. At first I believed the doctor's story, and that you were really Armstadt, though it did seem like a sort of magic, the way you were changed. But when you came to the laboratory and I saw you work, I decided that you were somebody else and that the Chemical Staff was working on some great secret and had a reason for putting some one else in Armstadt's place. And now, of course, I know very well that that was so, for the other Karl Armstadt would never have become a von of the Royal Level. He didn't have that much brains.”

As Holknecht was speaking I had been thinking rapidly. The thing I feared was that the affair of the mine and hospital should be investigated by some one with intelligence and authority. Since Katrina had learned of that, and this Holknecht was also aware that I was a man of unknown ident.i.ty, it was very evident that they might set some serious investigation going. But the man's own remarks suggested a way out.

”You are quite right, Holknecht,” I said; ”I am not Karl Armstadt; and, just as you have surmised, there were grave reasons why I should have been put into his place under those peculiar circ.u.mstances. But this matter is a state secret of the Chemical Staff and you will do well to say nothing about it. Now is there anything I can do for you? A promotion, perhaps, to a good position in the Protium Works?”

”No,” said Holknecht, ”I would rather stay where I am, but I could use a little extra money.”

”Of course; a check, perhaps; a little gift from an old friend who has risen to power; there would be no difficulty in that, would there?”

”I think it would go through all right.”

”I will make it now; say five thousand marks, and if nothing more is said of this matter by you or Katrina, there will be another one like it a year later.”