The Dark Star Part 65

They made their way between the pa.s.sing ranks of pa.s.sengers and porters; the Princess caught sight of them, came hastily toward them.

"Jim! It's nice to see you. Thank you for coming! So _you_, found him, Rue? How are you, Jim? And where is the olive-wood box?"

"I'm well, and there's that devilish box!" he replied, laughing and lifting it in his hand to exhibit it. "Naa, the next time you want it, send an escort of artillery and two battleships!"

"Did you have trouble?"

"Trouble? I had the time of my life. No moving picture can ever again excite me; no best seller. I've been both since I had your cable to get this box and bring it to you."

He laughed as he spoke, but the Princess continued to regard him very seriously, and Rue Carew's smile came and waned like sunlight in a wood, for she was not quite sure whether he had really encountered any dangers on this mission which he had fulfilled so well.

"Our car is waiting outside," said the Princess. "Where is your porter, Jim?"

Neeland glanced about him, discovered the porter, made a sign for him to follow, and they moved together toward the entrance to the huge terminal.

"I haven't decided where to stop yet," began Neeland, but the Princess checked him with a pretty gesture:

"You stop with us, Jim."

"Thank you so much, but----"

"Please. Must I beg of you?"

"Do you really wish it?"

"Certainly," she replied absently, glancing about her. She added: "I don't see my car. I don't see my footman. I told him to wait here.

Rue, do you see him anywhere?"

"No, I don't," said the girl.

"How annoying!" said the Princess. "He's a new man. My own footman was set upon and almost killed by Apaches a week ago. So I had to find a subst.i.tute. How stupid of him! Where on earth can he be waiting?"

They traversed the court of the terminal. Many automobiles were parked there or just leaving; liveried footmen stood awaiting masters and mistresses; but nowhere was the car of the Princess Mistchenka in sight.

They stood there, Neeland's porter behind with his suitcase and luggage, not knowing whether to wait longer or summon a taxicab.

"I don't understand," repeated the Princess impatiently. "I explained very carefully what I desired. That new groom is stupid. Caron, my chauffeur, would never have made a mistake unless that idiot groom misunderstood his instructions."

"Let me go and make some inquiries," said Neeland. "Do you mind waiting here? I'll not be long----"

He went off, carrying the olive-wood box, which his grasp never quitted now; and presently the Princess and Ruhannah saw him disappear among the ranks of automobiles and cabs.

"I don't like it, Rue," repeated the Princess in a low voice. "I neither understand nor relish this situation."

"Have you any idea----"

"Hush, child! I don't know. That new groom, Verdier, was recommended by the Russian Emba.s.sy. I don't know what to think of this."

"It _can't_ be anything--queer, can it, dear?" asked Rue.

"Anything _can_ have happened. Nothing is likely to have occurred, however--unless--unless those Apaches were----"

"Naa!"

"It's possible, I suppose. They may have attacked Picard as part of a conspiracy. The Russian Emba.s.sy may have been deceived in Verdier. All this may be part of a plan. But--I scarcely believe it.... All the same, I dislike to take a taxicab----"

She caught sight of Neeland returning; both women moved forward to meet him.

"I've solved the mystery," he said. "Naa, your car was run into outside the station a few minutes after you left it. And I'm sorry to say that your chauffeur was badly enough hurt to require an ambulance."

"Where on earth did you learn that?"

"The official at the taxicab control told me. I went to him because that is where one is likely to receive information."

"Caron hurt!" murmured the Princess. "What a shame! Where did they take him, Jim?"

"To the Charite."

"I'll go this afternoon. But where is that imbecile groom of mine?"

"It appears that he and a policeman went to a garage on the repair truck that took your car."

"Was he arrested?"

"I believe so."

"What a _contretemps_!" exclaimed the Princess Mistchenka. "We shall have to take a taxicab after all!"

"I've ordered one from the control. There it comes now," said Neeland, as a brand new taxicab, which looked like a private car, drew up at the curb, and a smiling and very spick and span chauffeur saluted.

Neeland's porter hoisted trunk and suitcase on top; the Princess stepped into the limousine, followed by Rue and Neeland; the chauffeur took the order, started his car, wheeled out into the square, circled the traffic policeman, and whizzed away into the depths of the most beautiful city in the world.

Neeland, seated with his back to the driver, laid the olive-wood box on his knees, unlocked it, drew from his breast pocket the papers he carried; locked them in the box once more, and looked up laughingly at the Princess and Ruhannah as he placed it at his feet.

"There you are!" he said. "Thank heaven my task and your affair have been accomplished. All the papers are there--and," to Ruhannah, "that pretty gentleman you call the Yellow Devil is inside, along with some a.s.sorted firearms, drawing instruments, and photographs. The whole business is here, intact--and so am I--if that irrelevant detail should interest you."

Rue smiled her answer; the Princess scrutinised him keenly:

"Did you have trouble, Jim?"

"Yes, I did."

"Serious trouble?"

"I tell you it was like a movie in five reels. Never before did I believe such things happened outside a Yonkers studio. But they do, Naa. And I've learned that the world is full of more excitingly melodramatic possibilities than any novel or scenario ever contained."

"You're not serious, of course," began Rue Carew, watching the varying expressions on his animated features; but the Princess Mistchenka said, unsmiling:

"A film melodrama is a crude and tawdry thing compared to the real drama so many of us play in every moment of our lives."