The Colonel of the Red Huzzars

by John Reed Scott

  XXI

  THE BAL MASQUE

  When Moore and I entered the French Embassy, that night, my own valetcould not have distinguished which was the Aide and which the Archduke.By some means, which I did not bother to inquire, Moore had secured twosuits of black velvet, of the time of the Thirteenth Louis, which weremarvels in fit and style. We were of one height and very similar inframe--there being but a few pounds difference in our weights--and,with the long curls under the big hats with their flowing plumes, andthe black silk masks, we were as alike as twins. Even our swords weresimilar--long, leather-sheathed rapiers with dead gold hilts.

  Under my doublet I laced the steel vest Bernheim brought me. It andone other were made by a famous Milan armorer three hundred years ago,Bernheim said; and the two had been in his family ever since. And, sofar as he knew, there were no others like them in all Europe; not evenin the Museums. It was a wonderful piece of work, truly. The linkswere small and yielding and so cunningly joined that it was as pliableas knitted wool, and much less bulky. Indeed, when rolled into a ball,it was no bigger than a man's fist. It looked quite too flimsy toafford any protection; yet, when I saw it proof against a bullet firedfrom a revolver and also turn repeated sword thrusts, I was, perforce,convinced. And I was completely won when I donned it; it was like avest of silk. And I was well pleased it was so; for I was wearing itsimply to oblige good old Bernheim, who seemed so earnest about it. Ihad no notion it would be of any service to me that night.

  As everyone came masked, admission was, of course, only by card, afterwhich all were conducted singly to a small room where the mask wasremoved and identification satisfactorily established by theAmbassador's Secretary.

  It chanced, when my turn came, that the Marquis de Vierle, himself, wasin the room; and, when he saw my face, his welcome was intenselyardent. He apologized effusively that I had been received at theregular entrance and, so, had been compelled to wait my turn foridentification--but, surely, my regrets had been noted.

  I told him he was quite right--that I had regretted, and that theapology was, really, due from me for coming, and that I had enjoyedbeing pushed and jostled, once again, like an ordinary mortal. Hewanted to treat me with all the deference due me and I very firmlydeclined. I told him, frankly, I was there to see and enjoy and not tobe seen nor to receive special attentions. I asked him, as aparticular favor, to tell no one of my presence and to permit me toremain absolutely incog.; that, for this night, I was plain ArmandDalberg and not a Royal Highness nor an Archduke.

  The house was one of the largest in the Capital, standing in a park ofits own, on the edge of the inner town, and had been the residence ofthe French Legation for a century. It had been improved and added to,at various periods, until it had taken on about every known style ofarchitecture. And, as a result, there were queer passages and manyunexpected recesses. The furniture was as varied as the building; andthe tapestries and pictures and frescoes were rather famous. Thegrounds, however, were the main attraction; they covered twenty acresand were maintained exactly as originally laid out by a famous Italianlandscape artist--with immense trees and huge hedges and narrow walksand wonderful vistas.

  The Marquise de Vierle welcomed her guests alone in one of the smallreception rooms; everyone entering singly and unmasking--she, herself,being as yet, in ordinary evening dress. She was a very handsomewoman, much younger than the Marquis, and of the very oldest FrenchAristocracy--a _grande dame_ in bearing as well as in birth.

  "Your Royal Highness does us great honor," she said, as I bowed overher hand.

  I answered her in suit, and we tossed the usual number of complimentsback and forth.

  "Whom shall we bid join you at supper?" she asked.

  "My dear Marquise," I protested, "you have your personal partyselected--doubtless invited; and my unexpected coming must not breakyour arrangements. Let me wander about, and pay no more regard to methan to your most ordinary guest."

  But she declined to excuse me; insisting that she had made no choice,except Lady Helen Radnor, who happened to be staying the night withher. So, without being churlish, I could decline no longer.

  "If your Ladyship will make the list very small, and, then, engage togive me all your smiles I shall accept with pleasure," I said.

  "I will promise both," she said. "Who attends you to-night?"

  "My Aide, Colonel Moore."

  "Suppose, then, we make it a party of eight and ask Lady Helen, theCountess de Relde, Mademoiselle d'Essolde and the American Ambassador."

  "Charming!" I exclaimed; "charming!"

  "And what hour will Your Highness be served?" she asked.

  "At whatever hour Madame la Marquise fixes."

  "Say, one o'clock, then--in the blue breakfast room; it is quiet andretired."

  I bowed again over her hand and was withdrawing, when the Marquisestopped me.

  "Would not Your Highness like to know some of the Masques?" she asked.

  "Very much, indeed," said I.

  "Then you will find a chair in the recess behind the curtains,yonder--and, when you are tired, there is a door, which slides withoutnoise, opening into a private corridor leading to the Garden._Comprenez vous, Monsieur le Prince_?"

  I laughed. "Perfectly," said I. "And I may have Colonel Moore withme? There will be many faces I shall not know."

  "He is without?" she asked.

  "Yes--and costumed somewhat like myself."

  She touched a bell; I held up my mask.

  "Admit the gentleman in black velvet, like Monsieur," she ordered.

  "Goodness!" she exclaimed, when Moore entered.

  "Puzzle," said I. "Pick the Archduke."

  "Impossible--and, if you two go around together, some of my guests willthink they are getting double vision very early in the evening."

  From the recess, we could see all that entered and hear every wordsaid. And it struck me how very eloquent it was of the character ofthe Marquise de Vierle that she should, deliberately, provide aconcealed audience while she greeted--alone--every man and woman ofDornlitz Society. I must admit I rather enjoyed the experience--thoughI very rarely guessed the face behind the mask. It is astonishing howeffectively an unusual costume disguises even those we know well.

  Suddenly, the Marquis entered hurriedly.

  "Do you know, Claire," he said, "that the American Archduke is hereto-night?"

  Instantly I laid my hand on the sliding door. It was time for us to begoing. And the door refused to move. I looked at Moore, who shruggedhis shoulders. I could imagine the smile his mask concealed. But theMarquise met the situation with a laugh.

  "I do indeed--and I rather fancy you will find His Highness in yonderrecess," she said.

  I parted the curtains and stepped out--and Colonel Moore beside me.

  "Madame la Marquise has taken pity on the stranger," I said; "and hasgiven him an opportunity to recognize his friends."

  If the diplomat were surprised, no one would have guessed it--exceptthat his bow was more than usually low.

  "It is a great privilege, my dear Prince, if we can be of any use toyou," he said.

  I took a sudden resolve. "I very much fear my unexpected presenceto-night is a source of concern and inconvenience to Your Excellency,"I said. "With your permission I will take my leave," and I made to go.

  Vierle came quickly to me.

  "It will make the Marquise and me most unhappy, if you do," he said."And I shall tell you frankly what brought me here. The lady whostyles herself your wife is among the guests--she is in the next room,now, waiting to be admitted. My purpose was to have the Marquiserequest her to depart at once."

  I laughed, and put my hand on his shoulder.

  "So far as I am concerned," I said, "I pray you do nothing of the sort.The lady does not bother me in the slightest. Besides, she will notknow I'm here--and I shall not present myself to her, you may be sure."

  "Yet, we owe Your Highness an explanation of her presence," theMarq
uise exclaimed.

  "My dear Madame de Vierle, you owe me nothing of the sort," I said. "Iam still enough of an American to think that a hostess is never calledupon to explain a guest. And, what is more, the whole difficulty is ofmy own making, in coming after I had declined."

  "Surely, Your Highness is very gracious; yet, I would very much preferto explain," she said. "It was this way: Madeline Stafford and I werefriends and schoolmates in Paris. We both married about the same timeand, then, lost touch with each other. I had neither seen nor heardfrom her until I received a note some weeks ago. After Your Highnessregretted for to-night, I sent her a card. I mentioned the matter tothe Duke of Lotzen and he said that, under the circumstances, and aseveryone would be masked, it would be entirely proper. That is myexplanation."

  "And one amply sufficient; even if any were required," I said.

  I thought I saw my dear cousin's game.

  "And you are quite sure you do not object to her remaining?"

  "Quite sure," said I; "and I even hope she will enjoy herself. Ishall, I know. And, at supper, I'll confide my adventures to yourLadyship." Then I took a shot in the dark. "And I know His Highnessof Lotzen will be forever sorry he could not be here to-night," I added.

  "He was good enough to call and tell me so," was the answer.

  I was sure, now, I saw my dear cousin's game.

  Then I bowed over the Marquise's hand and Moore and I went out throughthe sliding door--which, when the Marquis rolled it back for us, I sawwas not locked. In my haste I had not seen the small brass buttonwhich released the latch.

  "It's a pity Vierle didn't tell us what costume Mrs. Spencer iswearing," Moore remarked, as we reached the Garden.

  I stopped short. "What a blunderer I am. It would be better if youdid the thinking for me."

  "Shall I go back and ask him?"

  "It will keep until supper," said I. "In the meantime, let us hunt upCourtney and Lady Helen." I explained to him how to distinguish them;then, taking from my doublet a small package wrapped in foil, Iselected a red rose and put it in my mouth.

  "Now," said I, "let us have a look around."

  For a time I was more occupied with the beauty of the Garden than withmy fellow-masques, and I left it to Moore to keep a careful eye for theother two red roses. I could not but notice, however, that we wereattracting much attention; by reason, I assumed, of our strikingsimilarity; and a number of times Moore replied wittily to somepleasant banter flung at us. I should say, perhaps, that the groundswere so thoroughly lighted with electricity that they were as bright asday; the lamps being so carefully distributed that there were,practically, no shadows.

  Presently, on the bank of a miniature lake near the farthest wall, wecame upon three women and a man.

  "The Dromios," said one of the women.

  "Satan's Twins," laughed another.

  "A pair of black Knaves," echoed the third.

  The man laughed, but said nothing.

  I put my hand through Moore's arm and swung him around.

  "Why not add us to your own Knave and then give us a Queen apiece?" Iasked.

  She, who had spoken last, clapped her hands.

  "Delicious!" she exclaimed. "Will monsieur be my Knave?"

  The voice was very soft and musical, and I saw Moore glance quickly ather.

  "That will I, my lady," said I; and stepped forward and kissed herhand; then drew it through my arm.

  "Who chooses the other black Knave?" asked Moore, sweeping off his hat,and bowing with it held across his heart. I noted he had changed hisvoice.

  "I do," said she who had styled us "Satan's Twins;" and she gave himher hand.

  He, who had been with them, shrugged his shoulders and turned to herwho had spoken first, "Mademoiselle," said he, "I am waiting to bechosen."

  She laughed. "Mademoiselle will be deeply honored," she said, "ifmonsieur will deign to accept the only Queen that is left."

  It chanced that none of these four Masques had gone through thereception room while we were behind the curtains, so, of course, I hadnot the slightest notion of their identity. It was quite possibleMoore would be able to make a good guess; and, I fancied, he hadalready placed my Queen--she of the musical laugh. However, so long asthey did not discover me, it mattered not at all who they were. Icould trust Moore to get me away from them if he found it wise. So Idevoted myself to my companion.

  She was of good height and rather slender, and wore a blue gown, withpowdered hair. Her face and ears were completely hidden by her mask,but, judging from the bit of neck that was visible, and otherindications, she was not over twenty-five. I let her pick the way, andwe led the others slowly around through the part of the Garden mostremoved from the house and where the Masques were fewest. I took it,that she had no desire to be prominent, and I was very well content.

  She was a rare flirt, though--that, I knew, before we had gone ahundred yards; and it kept my wits very busy to hold my own evenmoderately well, and to keep from giving her any clue to my identity.

  "Do you know, monsieur," she said, presently, "you and your friend arenot the only two men here, to-night, who are dressed alike?"

  "Are they black knaves, too?" I asked.

  She tapped me on the arm with her fan.

  "Don't be sarcastic, my dear," she said; "though, I admit, we were veryforward."

  "Nonsense!" I replied. "This is a Masque. Only, are you quite sure wewere the first men you bantered?"

  "You forget, sir; Folly has no past," she said.

  "A true word, mademoiselle," I agreed. "Shall it be so with us when wepart?"

  She looked up at me a moment.

  "Monsieur must be married," she laughed.

  "Every man is married--or hopes to be," said I.

  She tapped me again with her fan.

  "You forget, again," she said. "Folly never--moralizes."

  "True," said I, "she hasn't any morals."

  "Why make Folly feminine?" she asked. "Methinks, there is usually aKnave for every Queen."

  "Methinks, I know one Queen who could have Knaves as many as shelisted," I answered, bending down and trying to see her eyes.

  But she quickly interposed her fan.

  "I am masked, monsieur," she said.

  I ignored the reproof. "That," said I, "is my supreme regret."

  "_Merci, mon ami_," she said. "You may kiss my hand when you leave me."

  "Only your hand?" I asked.

  "Not even that, now," she retorted--then turned and leaned against thehedge.

  Two men were coming down the path toward us.

  "Here are the other twin Knaves," she said.

  And it was true enough--they were as alike as Moore and myself; only,they wore white satin small clothes and powdered perukes. They were inearnest conversation, but broke off as they neared us.

  "_Parbleu_!" exclaimed the man with us. "There seems to be a plague oftwins to-night."

  One of the White Masques made as though to halt, but the otherwhispered something and tried to draw him on.

  Our fellow laughed irritatingly, and waved his hand toward Moore and me.

  "We've got a pair of Knaves here, also," he bantered; "perchance, thefour of you are from the same pack."

  The White Masque turned quickly. "Then it would be a pack, monsieur,in which you would be about equal to the deuce," he said.

  "Or the joker," said the other, as they moved away, "which, in agentleman's game, has no place."

  Our man made a quick step toward them; but Moore caught him sharply bythe shoulder.

  "Let them go," he said curtly.

  The other hesitated--then shrugged his shoulders.

  "For the present be it, then," he said.

  "And, look you, sir," Moore went on; "I do not know you, but, if youwill take my poor advice, you will let it be for the future, too." Heoffered his arm to his companion. "Mademoiselle, shall we continue thestroll?"

  "What a queer speech," said my Masque, "
one might almost fancy theywere of royal rank."

  "The King, possibly," I suggested.

  "Nonsense, monsieur; you know perfectly well His Majesty is not inDornlitz."

  "The Duke of Lotzen and the American Archduke, then."

  She laughed. "Very likely; very likely, indeed!"

  "Mademoiselle is pleased to ridicule."

  "And monsieur is pleased to affect ignorance."

  "Of what?" I asked.

  "When did your Knaveship come to Dornlitz?"

  "Very recently."

  "You must be a very stupid--diplomat."

  "I am," I agreed.

  "Do you know the 'American Archduke,' as you call him?"

  "Very slightly," said I.

  "Doubtless you would rather know his wife," she said naively.

  "Then you think he is married?" I asked.

  "Of course, monsieur--so does everyone--don't you?"

  "No," said I. "I don't."

  She laughed. "You mean you don't want to think so,----madame is verybeautiful--_n'est ce pas_?"

  "Do you know her?" I asked evasively.

  "No, monsieur; do you?"

  "I have met her."

  "Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed. Then she looked at me quickly. "I thoughtshe received no visitors."

  I shrugged my shoulders. "The lady does not interest me," I said; "letus talk of something else."

  "Of the American Archduke, then," she suggested.

  "Why not of yourself?" I urged.

  "I am only a Masque--the American may be a King."

  "Not likely," I scoffed.

  "Are you for Lotzen?" she demanded.

  "Diplomats are neutral," said I; "but, _entre nous_, I have becomerather interested in the American."

  "So have I," said she. "He is very handsome."

  "Thank you," I said, involuntarily.

  She stopped and looked at me. I was glad, indeed, for the mask.

  "What is it?" I asked.

  "Would you mind repeating that last remark?" she said.

  I pretended surprise.

  "You said the American was very handsome and I said 'thank you.' Imean I don't agree with you."

  "Oh!" she answered.

  But I would have been better satisfied if I could have seen her face.

  "I wouldn't let the Valerians know it," she went on. "He is theperfect double of the great national Hero."

  "So I've heard."

  "And it's no small item in his popularity."

  "I didn't know he was popular," I said.--This was getting interesting.

  "Really, monsieur, your ignorance of the very matters, which you shouldknow, would suggest you are an American diplomat."

  "Your Ladyship is severe," I said.

  "I meant to be--though there are exceptions; the present Ambassador isone. He ranks with the best of his fellows."

  "Now, that," said I, "I have heard."

  She laughed. "Come, monsieur, lay aside this affected ignorance andgossip a bit. Is the American to marry the Princess Royal?"

  "I thought you were insisting, a moment since, that he had a wife," Iobserved.

  "Oh, that's of no consequence. It will be very easy to divorce her."

  Here, doubtless, was the popular view of this matter; and it gave methe shudders.

  Then the swing of a waltz came from the house.

  "Shall we dance?" I said.

  She smiled. "Monsieur is bored--let us wait for my friends."

  I protested; but she was firm. And, so, when the others came up, Mooreand I made our adieux.

  When we were out of hearing, Moore handed me a bit of paper.

  "This just reached me,'" he said.

  It was from the Secret Police and read:

  "S. is at Vierle Masque. She wears a gypsy dress of black and red. L.is also at Masque--he and Count Bigler are dressed alike in whitesatin. L. came last and his presence is unknown to the Vierles for heavoided unmasking by personating Bigler."

  "So, they were the White Twins," I remarked.

  "You knew them?"

  "I knew only Lotzen."

  "Hence your advice to our quick-tempered companion--who was he?"

  "I couldn't make him out," said Moore; "but he knew the women and wastheir escort from the house."

  "He seemed to be a bit sour about something."

  "My companion said it was because the Blue Masque chose you."

  "She was very charming," said I. "Who was she?"

  "I knew neither his nor mine," said he evasively.

  "But mine?" I insisted. "She of the sweet voice--which, Colonel, Iobserved, you noted."

  He hesitated an instant; then answered:

  "Mademoiselle d'Essolde."

  "Indeed!" I exclaimed. If rumor spoke truly, Mademoiselle d'Essoldecarried Moore's heart in her keeping. Then I laughed. "Never mind,Colonel, we shall see her at supper, presently--she will be beside you,I think."

  "Your Highness is very thoughtful," he said.

  "Don't give me the credit--it was Lady Vierle's idea," I answered--andchanged the subject. "What is Lotzen up to now," I asked.

  "Some deviltry--either women or you."

  "I think it's both," said I. "The Marquise consulted him as to sendingMrs. Spencer an invitation, and you remember how careful he was to callin person to regret he could not come to-night. He saw, at once, hisopportunity for a talk with Mrs. Spencer. Depend on it, that is theexplanation of the White Twins, and of Lotzen's evading identification.I dare say he already has an alibi perfected.

  "He has had no chance to see her, yet," said Moore. "I'll have herordered to her hotel."

  "No, she must remain," said I; "I'm committed to the Marquise.Besides, I'm minded to play their own game for them, a bit. Do youthink Lotzen knows I'm at the Masque?"

  Moore thought a moment. "Lady Vierle told him you were not coming,when she asked as to Mrs. Spencer," he said. "And he may have let itgo at that; but it wouldn't be his usual method. My last order, beforewe left the Epsau, was that you were indisposed and had retired and, onno account, were you to be disturbed without Bernheim's expresspermission. But, servants are purchasable and spies are plenty, andLotzen knows how to reach the first and use the second. On the whole,it is likely he has been advised that you are here, though he may notknow your costume. The long military cloaks completely hid our dress;and you will recall that, at my suggestion, we concealed our hats underthem until we were in the carriage."

  "I can't get used to this espionage," I said. "Suppose we take a lookaround for the Gypsy Lady; doubtless, we shall find her with a WhiteMasque."

  We were on a walk bordered by a hedge of boxwood, shoulder high. Onthe other side, was another path with several Masques on it. Suddenly,one of them, as he passed, reached over the hedge and struck me in theback with a dagger.

  The blow sent me plunging forward, but did me no hurt. I owed my lifeto Bernheim. His steel vest had stayed the blade that, otherwise,would have found my heart.

  With a cry, Moore sprang to me and caught me in his arms.

  "I'm not hurt," I said, recovering my balance.

  "Thank God!" he ejaculated--then took the hedge at a vault.

  I caught him by the arm as he landed on the other side.

  "Stay," I commanded. "Let the fellow go."

  Moore looked at me a moment. "Let him go?" he exclaimed incredulously.

  I nodded. "And come along--let us get away from here."

  Without a word, he vaulted back and we moved off.

  The whole thing had occurred so unexpectedly and so swiftly that thefew Masques, who had been in the vicinity, evidently had not noticedthe murderous nature of the assault; and the peculiar arrangement ofthe hedges and trees had enabled my assailant to disappear almostinstantly. Indeed, but for Moore's vaulting the boxwood after him, itis likely no one would have suspected anything unusual.

  Several men came up and inquired if they could be of any assistance,but I assured them it was a matter
of no consequence--that I had,evidently, been mistaken for another--or it was only a bit ofpleasantry from some friend who had recognized me.

  "But that you are uninjured," remarked one, "I should almost say it wasa case of attempted assassination."

  I laughed. "An assassination would fit in well with the costumes andthe garden--everything is mediaeval to-night."

  "Except the electric lights," Moore threw in, dryly; and we bowedourselves away.

  "I suppose we may now assume that somebody knows my disguise," Iobserved. "Did you see my friend with the dagger?"

  "Yes--as much of him as there was to see--he wore a long black cloakand was rather above medium size. If Your Highness had not stopped meI might have caught him."

  "That's just why I stopped you," said I. "I didn't want to embarrassthe De Vierles. Think what it would mean to them to have it known thatone of their guests had attempted to stab to death an Archduke."

  "Hum--I don't see why that is more important than protecting your life."

  "My dear Colonel," said I, "if it were a question between my life andLady Vierle's temporary embarrassment, I would look after my life. Butmy life is still safe, and in no more danger with that rogue at largethan with him caught."

  "It would be one less scoundrel for Lotzen to work with," Mooreobjected.

  "I fancy he has got so many scoundrels on his pay roll that one, moreor less, won't matter," I answered. "But, I've no objection to a quietinquiry as to this assault--it may come very handy, some time--so, doyou look up the Secret Service Officer, in charge here to-night, andgive him such facts as you deem proper, and let a report be made to mein the morning."

  "First, let me escort you to the house," he insisted.

  I put my hand on his arm. "Lotzen may have his hired bravoes," I said,"but I'm blessed with two good friends in you and Bernheim."

  The warm-hearted Irishman took my hand and pressed it.

  "We both are Your Highness's servants until death," he said.

  "I'm in no further danger to-night, I fancy," said I. "And here comeLady Helen and the American Ambassador. I'll remain with them. Whenyou have done your errand rejoin me."