Count Bunker [72]
he declared.
Eleanor screamed.
"Don't fuss, Eleanor," said her father kindly. "That ain't true, anyhow. Why, the day before yesterday he was throwing that darned hammer."
"Which came down last night in our yard with the head burst!" added Ri contemptuously. "Found you out there too!"
"Is that so!" exclaimed his father.
"That is so, sir!"
The three looked at him, and it was hard to say whether indignation or contempt was more prominent in their faces. This was more than he could endure.
"I vill not be so looked at!" he cried; "I vill leave you!"
"No you won't!" said Ri.
And the Baron saw his retreat cut of by the athletic and determined young man.
"Before you leave, we have one or two questions to ask you," said Mr. Maddison. "Are you Lord Tulliwuddle, or are you not?"
"Yes!--No!" replied the Baron.
"Which, sir?"
Expanding his chest, he made the awe-inspiring announcement--
"I am moch greater zan Tollyvoddle! I am ze Baron Rudolph von Blitzenberg!"
"Another darned lie!" commented Ri.
Mr. Maddison laughed sardonically; while Eleanor, with flashing eyes, now joined in the attack upon the hapless nobleman.
"You wretched creature! Isn't it enough to have shammed to be one peer without shamming to be another?"
"Bot I am! Ja, I swear to you! Can you not see zat I am noble?"
"Curiously enough we can't," replied Mr. Maddison.
But his daughter's scepticism was a little shaken by the fervor of his assurances.
"But, Poppa, perhaps he may be a German peer."
"German waiter, more likely!" sneered Ri. "What shall we do with him? Tar and feathers, I guess, would just about suit his complaint."
"No, Ri, no," said his father cautiously. "Remember we are no longer beneath the banner of freedom. In this benighted country it might lead into trouble. Guess we can find him accommodation, though, in that bit of genuine antique above the harness-room. It's fitted with a very substantial lock. We'll make Dugald M'Culloch responsible for this BARON till the police take him over."
Vain were the Baron's protests; and upon the appearance of Dugald M'Culloch, fisherman and facto- tum to the millionaire, accompanied by three burly satellites, vain, he perceived, would be the most desperate resistance. He plead the privileges of a foreign diplomatist, threatened a descent of the German army upon Lincoln Lodge, guaranteed an intimate acquaintance with the American ambassador--"Who vill make you sorry for zis!" but all without moving Mr. Maddison's resolution. Even Eleanor whispered a word for him and was repulsed, for he overheard her father replying to her--
"No, no, Eleanor; no more a diplomatist than you would have been Lady Tulliwuddle. Guess I know what I'm doing."
Whereupon the late Lord Tulliwuddle, kilt and all, was conveyed by a guard of six tall men and deposited in the bit of genuine antique above the harness-room. This proved to be a small chamber in a thick-walled wing of the original house, now part of the back premises; and there, with his face buried in his hands, the poor prisoner moaned aloud--
"Oh, my life, she is geblasted! I am undone! Oh, I am lost!"
"Will it be so bad as that, indeed?"
He looked up with a start, and perceived Dugald, his jailor, gazing upon him with an expression of indescribable sagacity.
"The master will be sending me with his car to tell the folks at Hechnahoul," added Dugald.
Still the Baron failed to comprehend the exchange of favors suggested by his jailor's sympathetic voice.
"Go, zen!" he muttered, and bent his head.
"You will not be wishing to send no messages to your friends?"
At last the prisoner understood. For a sovereign Dugald promised to convey a note to the Count; for five he undertook to bribe the chauffeur to convey him to The Lash, when he learned where that gentleman was to be found. And he further decided to be faithful to his trust, since, as he prudently reflected--
"If he will be a real chentleman after all it shall not be well to be hard with him. And if he will
Eleanor screamed.
"Don't fuss, Eleanor," said her father kindly. "That ain't true, anyhow. Why, the day before yesterday he was throwing that darned hammer."
"Which came down last night in our yard with the head burst!" added Ri contemptuously. "Found you out there too!"
"Is that so!" exclaimed his father.
"That is so, sir!"
The three looked at him, and it was hard to say whether indignation or contempt was more prominent in their faces. This was more than he could endure.
"I vill not be so looked at!" he cried; "I vill leave you!"
"No you won't!" said Ri.
And the Baron saw his retreat cut of by the athletic and determined young man.
"Before you leave, we have one or two questions to ask you," said Mr. Maddison. "Are you Lord Tulliwuddle, or are you not?"
"Yes!--No!" replied the Baron.
"Which, sir?"
Expanding his chest, he made the awe-inspiring announcement--
"I am moch greater zan Tollyvoddle! I am ze Baron Rudolph von Blitzenberg!"
"Another darned lie!" commented Ri.
Mr. Maddison laughed sardonically; while Eleanor, with flashing eyes, now joined in the attack upon the hapless nobleman.
"You wretched creature! Isn't it enough to have shammed to be one peer without shamming to be another?"
"Bot I am! Ja, I swear to you! Can you not see zat I am noble?"
"Curiously enough we can't," replied Mr. Maddison.
But his daughter's scepticism was a little shaken by the fervor of his assurances.
"But, Poppa, perhaps he may be a German peer."
"German waiter, more likely!" sneered Ri. "What shall we do with him? Tar and feathers, I guess, would just about suit his complaint."
"No, Ri, no," said his father cautiously. "Remember we are no longer beneath the banner of freedom. In this benighted country it might lead into trouble. Guess we can find him accommodation, though, in that bit of genuine antique above the harness-room. It's fitted with a very substantial lock. We'll make Dugald M'Culloch responsible for this BARON till the police take him over."
Vain were the Baron's protests; and upon the appearance of Dugald M'Culloch, fisherman and facto- tum to the millionaire, accompanied by three burly satellites, vain, he perceived, would be the most desperate resistance. He plead the privileges of a foreign diplomatist, threatened a descent of the German army upon Lincoln Lodge, guaranteed an intimate acquaintance with the American ambassador--"Who vill make you sorry for zis!" but all without moving Mr. Maddison's resolution. Even Eleanor whispered a word for him and was repulsed, for he overheard her father replying to her--
"No, no, Eleanor; no more a diplomatist than you would have been Lady Tulliwuddle. Guess I know what I'm doing."
Whereupon the late Lord Tulliwuddle, kilt and all, was conveyed by a guard of six tall men and deposited in the bit of genuine antique above the harness-room. This proved to be a small chamber in a thick-walled wing of the original house, now part of the back premises; and there, with his face buried in his hands, the poor prisoner moaned aloud--
"Oh, my life, she is geblasted! I am undone! Oh, I am lost!"
"Will it be so bad as that, indeed?"
He looked up with a start, and perceived Dugald, his jailor, gazing upon him with an expression of indescribable sagacity.
"The master will be sending me with his car to tell the folks at Hechnahoul," added Dugald.
Still the Baron failed to comprehend the exchange of favors suggested by his jailor's sympathetic voice.
"Go, zen!" he muttered, and bent his head.
"You will not be wishing to send no messages to your friends?"
At last the prisoner understood. For a sovereign Dugald promised to convey a note to the Count; for five he undertook to bribe the chauffeur to convey him to The Lash, when he learned where that gentleman was to be found. And he further decided to be faithful to his trust, since, as he prudently reflected--
"If he will be a real chentleman after all it shall not be well to be hard with him. And if he will