Elusive Isabel, by Jacques Futrelle by Unknown (good short books .TXT) 📗
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The count was surprised, but it didn’t appear in his face.
“As I understand it,” the young man pursued, “you are sponsor for her in Washington?”
The count, evasively diplomatic, born and bred in a school of caution, considered the question from every standpoint.
“It may be that I am so regarded,” he admitted at last.
“May I inquire if the sponsorship is official, personal, social, or all three?” Mr. Grimm continued.
There was silence for a long time.
“I don’t see the trend of your questioning,” said the ambassador finally. “Miss Thorne is worthy of my protection in every way.”
“Let’s suppose a case,” suggested Mr. Grimm blandly. “Suppose Miss Thorne had—had, let us say, shot a man, and he was about to die, would you feel justified in withdrawing that—that protection, as you call it?”
“Such a thing is preposterous!” exclaimed the ambassador. “The utter absurdity of such a charge would impel me to offer her every assistance.”
Mr. Grimm nodded.
“And if it were proved to your satisfaction that she did shoot him?” he went on evenly.
The count’s lips were drawn together in a straight line.
“Whom, may I ask,” he inquired frigidly, “are we supposing that Miss Thorne shot?”
“No one, particularly,” Mr. Grimm assured him easily. “Just suppose that she had shot anybody—me, say, or Senor Alvarez?”
“I can’t answer a question so ridiculous as that.”
“And suppose we go a little further,” Mr. Grimm insisted pleasantly, “and assume that you knew she had shot some one, say Senor Alvarez, and you could protect her from the consequences, would you?”
“I decline to suppose anything so utterly absurd,” was the rejoinder.
Mr. Grimm sat with his elbows on his knees, idly twisting a seal ring on his little finger. The searching eyes of the ambassador found his face blankly inscrutable.
“Diplomatic representatives in Washington have certain obligations to this government,” the young man reminded him. “We—that is, the government of the United States—undertake to guarantee the personal safety of every accredited representative; in return for that protection we must insist upon the name and identity of a dangerous person who may be known to any foreign representative. Understand, please, I’m not asserting that Miss Thorne is a dangerous person. You are sponsor for her here. Is she, in every way, worthy of your protection?”
“Yes,” said the ambassador flatly.
“I can take it, then, that the introduction she brought to you is from a person whose position is high enough to insure Miss Thorne’s position?”
“That is correct.”
“Very well!”
And Mr. Grimm went away.
VI
REVELATIONS
Some vague, indefinable shadow darkened Miss Thorne’s clear, blue-gray eyes, in sharp contrast to the glow of radiant health in her cheeks, as she stepped from an automobile in front of the Venezuelan legation, and ran lightly up the steps. A liveried servant opened the door.
“A gentleman is waiting for you, Madam,” he announced. “His card is here on the—”
“I was expecting him,” she interrupted.
“Which room, please?”
“The blue room, Madam.”
Miss Thorne passed along the hallway which led to a suite of small drawing-rooms opening on a garden in the rear, pushed aside the portieres, and entered.
“I’m sorry I’ve kept you—” she began, and then, in a tone of surprise: “I beg your pardon.”
A gentleman rose and bowed gravely.
“I am Mr. Grimm of the Secret Service,” he informed her with frank courtesy. “I am afraid you were expecting some one else; I handed my card to the footman.”
For an instant the blue-gray eyes opened wide in astonishment, and then some quick, subtle change swept over Miss Thorne’s face. She smiled graciously and motioned him to a seat.
“This is quite a different meeting from the one Senorita Rodriguez had planned, isn’t it?” she asked.
There was a taunting curve on her scarlet lips; the shadow passed from her eyes; her slim, white hands lay idle in her lap. Mr. Grimm regarded her reflectively. There was a determination of steel back of this charming exterior; there was an indomitable will, a keen brain, and all of a woman’s intuition to reckon with. She was silent, with a questioning upward slant of her arched brows.
“I am not mistaken in assuming that you are a secret agent of the Italian government, am I?” he queried finally.
“No,” she responded readily.
“In that event I may speak with perfect frankness?” he went on. “It would be as useless as it would be absurd to approach the matter in any other manner?” It was a question.
Miss Thorne was still smiling, but again the vague, indefinable shadow, momentarily lifted, darkened her eyes.
“You may be frank, of course,” she said pleasantly. “Please go on.”
“Senor Alvarez was shot at the German Embassy Ball last night,” Mr. Grimm told her.
Miss Thorne nodded, as if in wonder.
“Did you, or did you not, shoot him?”
It was quite casual. She received the question without change of countenance, but involuntarily she caught her breath. It might have been a sigh of relief.
“Why do you come to me with such a query?” she asked in turn.
“I beg your pardon,” interposed Mr. Grimm steadily. “Did you, or did you not, shoot him?”
“No, of course I didn’t shoot him,” was the reply. If there was any emotion in the tone it was merely impatience. “Why do you come to me?” she repeated.
“Why do I come to you?” Mr. Grimm echoed the question, while his listless eyes rested on her face. “I will be absolutely frank, as I feel sure you would be under the same circumstances.” He paused a moment; she nodded. “Well, immediately after the shooting you ran along the hallway with a revolver in your hand; you ran down the steps into the kitchen, and out through the back door, where you entered an automobile. That is not conjecture; it is susceptible of proof by eye witnesses.”
Miss Thorne rose suddenly with a queer, helpless little gesture of her arms, and walked to the window. She stood there for a long time with her hands clasped behind her back.
“That brings us to another question,” Mr. Grimm continued mercilessly. “If you did not
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