Abduction -- Fiction; Americans -- Europe -- Fiction; Love stories
“So he is in the castle, eh? Just as I thought. I'd like to take you
to him, especially as he is ill, but I must take care of number one.
When I dropped out of one villain's employment I went into business
for myself. You see, there is about 100,000 francs reward for you,
and there is the same for the bodies of the abductors. If I turn you
over to your mother or her agents--not the prince, by the way--I
earn the reward. If I can procure the arrest of your abductors I get
double the amount. You see how unbusiness-like it would be if I were
to let my sympathies get the better of me.”
“But I will give you 100,000 francs if you will take me back to the
castle,” she cried, standing before him.
“Have you the money with you?”
“Of course I have not, but it shall be yours as soon as I can--”
“Pardon. You are worth nothing to me in that castle, and you will
bring a fortune in Brussels.”
In vain she pleaded with the stubborn detective, finally threatening
him with dire punishment if he refused to accede to her demands.
Then he arose in sudden wrath, cursing her roundly and vowing she
should not leave the room alive if she persisted in such threats. He
told her that she was in a cave beneath the ruins of an old church,
long the haunt of robbers, now the home of snakes and bats. Indeed,
as he spoke a flittermouse scurried through the air within a foot of
her ear.
“We rest here until to-morrow night, and then we start out to walk.
You cannot be seen in that dress, either. I have clothing here in
this box for you to wear. My dear young lady, you must make believe
that you are my younger brother for a day or two, at least.”
A look of horror came into her face, succeeded by the deep red of
insulted modesty, and then the white of indignation.
“I will die first, you wretch!” she exclaimed. In that moment she
believed she could have killed the smiling rogue with her own hands.
“We shall see,” he said, roughly. “Look at them; they are
respectable in cut and they are clean.” He drew the garments from
the box, piece by piece, and held them before her flaming face. “I'm
going out to take a look about the valley. You are quite safe here.
No one knows where you are, and the robbers have been dead for
twenty years. One of them still has his skeleton in the room just
off this one, but he is a harmless old fellow. In an hour I will
return, and we will eat. It is now three o'clock, and the sun will
soon be rising. To-night we venture forth as brothers, remember.”
He pulled his cap down over his eyes, buttoned his coat about his
throat, changed a revolver from one pocket to another, and
deliberately stalked across the room to the narrow door. An instant
later she heard the key rasp in the lock and she was alone.
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