A disaster had overtaken the valley bridge; the passage by the mountains
was never used but by General Fordibras alone! That was their tale. As
for the General, his desolation would be beyond words when he heard of
it. Unfortunately he had been detained at St. Michael’s, and they could
only imagine that the rough seas of the last few days were answerable
for it. All that was humanly possible, they felt sure, was being done by
the engineers below. Fortunate that the mining operations in the
mountains had brought so many workmen to the island. My release, they
said, and that of their young mistress could be but a matter of a few
hours.
* * * * *
Now, I have turned up my diary for those nine days, and I find that upon
the first of them I came to certain definite conclusions which may be of
interest to my readers. They were these:
(1) The criminals feared nothing from the presence of my yacht. Either
the island was watched by some powerful and speedy armed ship of their
own, or they had convinced Captain Larry that all was well with me.
(2) They were in league with the local Portuguese officials of Villa do
Porto, who, I did not doubt, had been richly rewarded for a little
diligent blindness.
(3) They believed that I had fallen in love with Joan Fordibras, and for
her sake would either hold my peace for ever or join them. This was
their master stroke. It was also the apotheosis of their folly.
Imagine, at the same time, my own difficulties. Save for two ancient
servants, a maid and a negro, this young girl and I were alone at the
châlet and seemingly as remote from the world as though we had been
prisoners of an Eastern despotism. She knew and I knew with what hopes
and designs this clumsy trap had been contrived. Let us find solace in
each other’s society, and our human passion must prove stronger than any
merely moral impulse directed against Valentine Imroth and his
confederates. Such was the argument employed by our enemies. They would
expose me to the condemnation of the world if I withstood them, or
secure my silence if I assented to their plans. The thing was so daring,
so utterly unexpected, that I do believe it would have succeeded but for
one plain fact these men had overlooked. And that was nothing less than
the good commonsense and real womanly courage which my little companion
brought to our assistance, and offered me unflinchingly in that amazing
hour.
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