Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
Their astonishment, therefore, may well be imagined when they saw
approaching them the two men whom they had only half-an-hour before
brought ashore. Stepping in and taking his seat under the shelter, his
Majesty ordered them to convey him back to the yacht with all speed.
The accent and voice were perfect, and it never for an instant struck
any one on board the boat that a deception was being practiced. Carne,
however, was aware that this was only a preliminary; the most dangerous
portion of the business was yet to come.
On reaching the yacht, he sprang out on the ladder, followed by his
aide-de-camp, Von Walzburg, and mounted the steps. His disguise must
have been perfect indeed, for when he reached the deck he found himself
face to face with the first lieutenant, who, on seeing him, saluted
respectfully. For a moment Carne’s presence of mind almost deserted
him; then, seeing that he was not discovered, he determined upon a bold
piece of bluff. Returning the officer’s salute with just the air he had
seen the Emperor use, he led him to suppose that he had important
reasons for coming on board so soon, and, as if to back this assertion
up, bade him send the chief steward to his cabin, and at the same time
had the sentry removed from his door and placed at the end of the large
saloon, with instructions to allow no one to pass until he was
communicated with again.
The officer saluted and went off on his errand, while Carne, signing to
Belton to follow him, made his way down the companion ladder to the
Royal cabins. To both the next few minutes seemed like hours. Reaching
the Imperial stateroom, they entered it, and closed the door behind.
Provided the sentry obeyed his orders, which there was no reason to
doubt he would do, and the Emperor himself did not return until they
were safely off the vessel again, there seemed every probability of
their being able to carry out their scheme without a hitch.
"Put those bags under the table, and unwind the lines and place them in
the gallery outside the window. They won’t be seen there," said Carne
to Belton, who was watching him from the doorway. "Then stand by, for
in a few minutes the chief steward will be here. As soon as he enters
you must manage to get between him and the door, and, while I am
engaging him in conversation, spring on him, clutch him by the throat,
and hold him until I can force this gag into his mouth. After that we
shall be safe for some time at least, for not a soul will come this way
until they discover their mistake. It seems to me we ought to thank our
stars that the chief steward’s cabin was placed in such a convenient
position. But hush, here comes the individual we want. Be ready to
collar him as soon as I hold up my hand. If he makes a sound we are
lost."
He had scarcely spoken before there was a knock at the door. When it
opened, the chief steward entered the cabin, closing the door behind
him.
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