The Dark Star Part 79

"You'd have lost your life," remarked Neeland.

"Yes. But then war would surely have come, and today my Emperor would have held the Dardanelles where the Turkish flag is now flying over German guns and German gunners."

He shook his head:

"Great mistake on my part," he muttered. "Should have pulled Abdul's lop ears. Now, everything in Turkey is 'Yasak' except what Germans do and say; and G.o.d knows we are farther than ever from St. Sophia....

I'm very thirsty with thinking so much, old fellow. Did you ever drink German champagne?"

"I believe not----"

"Come on, then. You shall drink several gallons and never feel it.

It's the only thing German I could ever swallow."

"Prince Erlik, you have had considerable refreshment already."

"_Copain, t'en fais pas!_"

The spectacle of two young fellows in evening dress, in a friendly tug-of-war under the lamp-posts of the Boulevard, amused the pa.s.sing populace; and Sengoun, noticing this, was inclined to mount a boulevard bench and address the wayfarers, but Neeland pulled him down and persuaded him into a quieter street, the rue Vilna.

"There's a German place, now!" exclaimed Sengoun, delighted.

And Neeland, turning to look, perceived the illuminated sign of the Cafe des Bulgars.

German champagne had now become Sengoun's fixed idea; nothing could dissuade him from it, nothing persuade him into a homeward bound taxi.

So Neeland, with a rather hazy idea that he ought not to do it, entered the cafe with Senguon; and they seated themselves on a leather wall-lounge before one of the numerous marble-topped tables.

"Listen," he said in a low voice to his companion, "this is a German cafe, and we must be careful what we say. I'm not any too prudent and I may forget this; but don't _you_!"

"Quite right, old fellow!" replied Sengoun, giving him an owlish look.

"I must never forget I'm a diplomat among these _sales Boches_----"

"Be careful, Sengoun! That expression is not diplomatic."

"Careful is the word, _mon vieux_," returned the other loudly and cheerfully. "I'll bet you a dollar, three kopeks, and two sous that I go over there and kiss the cashier----"

"No! Be a real diplomat, Sengoun!"

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Neeland, because she's unusually pretty.

And we might establish a triple entente until you find some Argive Helen to quadruple it. Aha! Here is our German champagne! Positively the only thing German a Russian can----"

"Listen! This won't do. People are looking at us----"

"Right, old fellow--always right! You know, Neeland, this friendship of ours is the most precious, most delightful, and most inspiring experience of my life. Here's a full goblet to our friendship! Hurrah!

As for Enver Pasha, may Erlik seize him!"

After they had honoured the toast, Sengoun looked about him pleasantly, receptive, ready for any eventuality. And observing no symptoms of any eventuality whatever, he suggested creating one.

"Dear comrade," he said, "I think I shall arise and make an incendiary address----"

"No!"

"Very well, if you feel that way about it. But there is another way to render the evening agreeable. You see that sideboard?" he continued, pointing to a huge carved buffet piled to the ceiling with porcelain and crystal. "What will you wager that I can not push it over with one hand?"

But Neeland declined the wager with an impatient gesture, and kept his eyes riveted on a man who had just entered the cafe. He could see only the stranger's well-groomed back, but when, a moment later, the man turned to seat himself, Neeland was not surprised to find himself looking at Doc Curfoot.

"Sengoun," he said under his breath, "that _type_ who just came in is an American gambler named Doc Curfoot; and he is here with other gamblers for the purpose of obtaining political information for some government other than my own."

Sengoun regarded the new arrival with amiable curiosity:

"That worm? Oh, well, every city in Europe swarms with such maggots, you know. It would be quite funny if he tries any blandishments on us, wouldn't it?"

"He may. He's a capper. He's looking at us now. I believe he remembers having seen me in the train."

"As for an hour or two at chemin-de-fer, baccarat, or roulette,"

remarked Sengoun, "I am not averse to a----"

"Watch him! The waiter who is taking his order may know who you are--may be telling that gambler.... I believe he _did_! Now, let us see what happens...."

Sengoun, delighted at the prospect of an eventuality, blandly emptied his goblet and smiled generally upon everybody.

"I hope he will make our acquaintance and ask us to play," he said.

"I'm very lucky at chemin-de-fer. And if I lose I shall conclude that there is trickery. Which would make it very lively for everybody," he added with a boyish smile. But his dark eyes began to glitter and he showed his beautiful, even teeth when he laughed.

"Ha!" he said. "A little what you call a mix-up might not come amiss!

That gives one an appet.i.te; that permits one to perspire; that does good to everybody and makes one sleep soundly! Shall we, as you say in America, start something?"

Neeland, thinking of Ali-Baba and Golden Beard and of their undoubted instigation by telegraph of the morning's robbery, wondered whether the rendezvous of the robbers might not possibly be here in the Cafe des Bulgars.

The gang of Americans in the train had named Kestner, Breslau, and Weishelm--the one man of the gang whom he had never seen--as prospective partners in this enterprise.

Here, somewhere in this building, were their gambling headquarters.

Was there any possible chance that the stolen box and its contents might have been brought here for temporary safety?

Might it not now be hidden somewhere in this very building by men too cunning to risk leaving the city when every train and every road would be watched within an hour of the time that the robbery was committed?

Leaning back carelessly on the lounge and keeping his eyes on the people in the cafe, Neeland imparted these ideas to Sengoun in a low voice--told him everything he knew in regard to the affair, and asked his opinion.

"My opinion," said Sengoun, who was enchanted at any prospect of trouble, "is that this house is 'suspect' and is worth searching. Of course the Prefect could be notified, arrangements made, and a search by the secret police managed. But, Neeland, my friend, think of what pleasure _we_ should be deprived!"

"How do you mean?"

"Why not search the place ourselves?"

"How?"

"Well, of course, we could be picturesque, go to my Emba.s.sy, and fill our pockets with automatic pistols, and come back here and--well, make them stand around and see how high they could reach with both hands."

Neeland laughed.