In the twilight and loneliness, the question struck home, and the spy felt compelled to make some answer.

"My dear M. Clemenceau," he faltered, "I never meddle with matters which do not teach me anything. One word has existed thousands of years, and yet full explanations on the highest secrets have been wholly refused, so that the finest intellects give up seeking them unless they want to go mad. So I think it my duty to abstain and not lose my time in studies useless and dangerous. It is not merely a matter of reasoning, but of prudence. Of course, every man is his own master. I grant that we certainly are subjected to a power above our wit and will. We are born without knowing how, and die without knowing why. Between birth and death, swarm struggles, pa.s.sions, sorrows, maladies, miseries of all kinds; an unfair, uneven sharing of worldly goods, and scoundrels often happy and triumphant and honest people most often unhappy and erroneously judged. We are told that we should adore and praise this state of things; but I only hold such events as certainties that I can see and turn to my profitable use. Now you, M. Clemenceau, are a honorable man--a great man since you can carry on a conversation with Nature! Why not ask her a favor on account of your belief and your work?

so that you will not have to doubt her some day more than I do. But let us talk of more substantial things. I have inspected the plan of the property and walked over the grounds. I have your agent's address, and in a week, I will write to him and make my offer. I dare say we shall come to an agreement. Let me thank you for your very kind welcome--I shall be off in ten minutes."

Absorbed in meditation, Clemenceau did not hold out his hand, and, with the idea upon him of the engagement with Madame Clemenceau, the spy did not remind him of the omission.

"You need not walk over to the station, for M. Daniels and his daughter are going in my carriage. I will find you a place."

This arrangement might have necessitated the false Ma.r.s.eillais going into the cars and getting out at the next station; so he excused himself on the plea that the walk would please him better.

"To tell you the truth, I am bound to take exercise or die of apoplexy--so my family doctor tells me. By the way, I have taken leave already of Madame Clemenceau. A Russian, you tell me? I never should have imagined it! Ah, one can see that you have converted her into a true French lady--lucky man! I can understand that you believe in lofty ideas beside a beautiful and talented woman like her! Lucky, lucky man!"

And he turned aside, calling out as he departed:

"I know my way! give my respects to your friends who are hunting for the Lost Tribes! ha, ha!"

This laugh, loud but not jolly as it was intended to appear, routed Clemenceau's solemn thoughts. It seemed, like Pan's, from a statue, which gleamed in a vista, still to reverberate when the inventor went back to the house. At the upper windows gleamed lights which moved to and fro, and shadows flitted across the openings; it was the usual bustle when guests are packing up, and the idea of the too quiet and lonely house, of the morrow saddens the observer.

A woman's form darted across the lawn and made the master start. It came along easily, and he saw that it was one familiar with the grounds.

"Hedwig!"

It was the servant who had run out to the stables to see that the horses were put to the carriage.

"Stop a minute! we are in privacy here, and I want to have a word with you."

The girl paused, intimidated and almost frightened; she lost color as she stood, agitatedly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and averting her eyes from the speaker. A thief caught in a felonious act would not have presented a more d.a.m.ning spectacle.

"Not only are we breaking up the household, Hedwig, but the house is going to other hands. The mistress and I will live in a hotel at Paris for some time, on account of my changed business relations.

Consequently, we must dispense with your services. Madame will, on grand occasions, have a professional hair dresser in, and so--in a word, I must ask you to please yourself about returning to your own country, or seeking another situation in this one. You can refer to Madame for a character; for, I believe, you have always served her faithfully. But you need not look to her for a present, too. Here is a couple of hundred franc notes by way of notice. I wish you well wherever you go."

To the amazement of the speaker, instead of accepting the token of kindness, Hedwig suddenly put both hands behind her back, and stood confounded. Tears silently flowed down her cheeks; then, falling on her knees, she sobbed:

"Oh, master, I do not deserve this! Oh, master please forgive me! I am a very wicked girl!"

"What are you about?" he exclaimed, fearing that the unexpected boon had crazed her. "Do get up!"

"No, no; not before master forgives me!" moaned she.

"Oh, yes, yes--anything!" aiding her to rise.

But she continued weeping, and with the fluency in the illiterate when they have long brooded over a speech to relieve their mind, she said:

"You don't know what goes on, master! but I am forced to tell you now, since you are so good. I have always been in madame's service since we came out of Germany. I was devoted to her, and I knew her when I was at the Persepolitan Hotel, but devotion when women are concerned, becomes complicity.

"Madame never has cared for you, monsieur, for you and yours. She did not marry you for any liking, but because of spite. Not spite from your father having punished one of her precious family--they are all a bad lot--a witch's brood! faugh! but to Mademoiselle Daniels whom she feared would secure the prize. Madame carried on dreadful! When she went away last time, it is true she had a telegram from her uncle--but that was a happy accident. She was going to bolt anyway, and that came in so nicely! She was planning to elope with one of her conquests--the Viscount--"

"I know!"

"You know? Well, you don't know that the dead man found in the ditch was the Viscount--"

"I saw him killed!" in the same measured tone.

"Oh!" She paused, but recovering, she continued, in a lower voice and looking furtively around: "You cannot know that she came back with no good end. I believe it was to meet the gentleman who came in at the same time, a-pretending to buy the house--"

"M. Cantagnac!" muttered the inventor, a tolerable flock of suspicions which that ingenious individual had unintentionally excited, rushing upon his brain.

"He's no Ma.r.s.eillais--he's a German, and he is a secret agent. He is--he is--well, I may make a clean breast of it--he is one you ought to have remembered, the major whom you cudgelled in Munich--"

"Von Sendlingen!"

"Yes, and a colonel--I do not know but he is a general now; he has the manner and means of one!" said Hedwig, shuddering. "He knows all of madame's peccadilloes--ay, all her crimes--"

"Crimes! be careful, girl!"

"Yes, crime, for she killed her little boy! Thank heaven, I had no hand in that--she would not trust me there, and that shows I am not so very bad a woman, don't it? She poisoned the little innocent as surely as we stand here under the eye of G.o.d!"

"Go on; go on," said Clemenceau, hoa.r.s.ely.

"The colonel threatened to tell you these and other things unless she consented to sell him all your business secrets--and give him the model gun that goes off without any powder and caps."

"Ah! she consented?" growled the inventor, grinding his teeth and his eyes kindling.

"n.o.body can hold out against the colonel. He soon made me play the spy on everybody for his benefit. But this is not all!"

"Not all! what a sink of iniquity! Would she poison Mademoiselle Rebecca, too?"

"I do not doubt it! The old witch her grandmother must have taught her all the tricks of her trade. But I meant to say that she is setting her cap at poor, dear, young M. Antonino--"

"I know that. Take your money! and live honestly."

"No, monsieur," she replied with some dignity. "And here is money that the colonel gave me. It burns me! I beg you to give it toward some good work, which you understand better than me. Will you not--and forgive me?"

"Have you anything more to say?"

"I have been peeping and listening, but they are all very cunning. I only gleaned that the colonel who has just gone out as if to the station, should return later and hang around to have the rifle and some papers delivered to him."

"By Antonino?"

"If your wife can make him a cat's-paw; if not, she is capable of doing all herself--though, anyway, she is driven to it. But, monsieur, it burdened me and if you had not called me, I was coming to tell you of their schemes. I do not like your idea of killing people by hundreds, but it may be good to honest folks, beset by savages and such like, and it is not right of a servant to let a master be robbed by more than bandits and brigands."

"I am grateful to you, girl." She seized his hand and covered it with grateful kisses. "Keep your money and this I give you. Do good with your own hand, then it will bless both giver and receiver, as is written."

"Monsieur, you are too good. Could I ask a favor--a proof that you do not think me altogether bad? Will you recommend me to Mademoiselle Daniels. The Jews do not object to Christian servants, and, besides,"

she said with simplicity, "I am so poor a Christian."

"You shall enter her service. You will continue, reformed under her charge. Go and pack up and hasten from this house--accursed as an eyrie of vultures!"