The Illustrious Prince [51]
he followed her into the library after dinner.
"Penelope," he said, "something has gone wrong. Won't you tell me what it is? You look worried."
She returned his anxious gaze, dry-eyed but speechless.
"Has that fellow, Prince Maiyo, done or said anything--"
She interrupted him.
"No!" she cried. "No!" don't mention his name, please! I don't want to hear his name again just now."
"For my part," Somerfield said bitterly, "I never want to hear it again as long as I live!"
There was a short silence. Suddenly she turned towards him.
"Charlie," she said, "you have asked me to marry you six times."
"Seven," he corrected. "I ask you again now--that makes eight."
"Very well," she answered, "I accept--on one condition."
"On any," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with joy. "Penelope, it sounds too good to be true. You can't be in earnest"
"I am," she declared. "I will marry you if you will see that our engagement is announced everywhere tomorrow, and that you do not ask me for anything at all, mind, not even--not anything--for three months' time, at least. Promise that until then you will not let me hear the sound of the word marriage?"
"I promise," he said firmly. "Penelope, you mean it? You mean this seriously?"
She gave him her hands and a very sad little smile.
"I mean it, Charlie," she answered. "I will keep my word."
CHAPTER XV. PENELOPE EXPLAINS
Once more Penelope found herself in the library of the great house in Park Lane, where Mr. Blaine-Harvey presided over the interests of his country. This time she came as an uninvited, even an unexpected guest. The Ambassador, indeed, had been fetched away by her urgent message from the reception rooms, where his wife was entertaining a stream of callers. Penelope refused to sit down.
"I have not much to say to you, Mr. Harvey," she said. "There is just something which I have discovered and which you ought to know. I want to tell it you as quickly as possible and get away."
"A propos of our last conversation?" he asked eagerly.
She bowed her head.
"It concerns Prince Maiyo," she admitted.
"You are sure that you will not sit down?" he persisted. "You know how interesting this is to me."
She smiled faintly.
"To me," she said, "it is terrible. My only desire is to tell you and have finished with it. You remember, when I was here last, you told me that it was your firm belief that somewhere behind the hand which murdered Hamilton Fynes and poor Dicky stood the shadow of Prince Maiyo."
"I remember it perfectly," he answered.
"You were right," Penelope said.
The Ambassador drew a little breath. It was staggering, this, even if expected.
"I have talked with the Prince several times since our conversation," Penelope continued. "So far as any information which he gave me or seemed likely to give me, I might as well have talked in a foreign language. But in his house, the day before yesterday, in his own library, hidden in a casket which opened only with a secret lock, I found two things."
"What were they?" the Ambassador asked quickly.
"A roll of silken cord," Penelope said, "such as was used to strangle poor Dicky, and a strangely shaped dagger exactly like the picture of the one with which Hamilton Fynes was stabbed."
"Did he know that you found them?" Mr. Blaine-Harvey asked.
"He was with me," Penelope answered. "He even, at my request, opened the casket. He must have forgotten that they were there."
"Perhaps," the Ambassador said thoughtfully, "he never knew."
"One cannot tell," Penelope answered.
"Did he say anything when you discovered them?" the Ambassador asked.
"Nothing," Penelope declared. "It was not necessary. I saw his face. He knows that I understand. It may have been some one else connected with the house, of course, but the main fact is beyond all doubt. Those murders were instigated, if they were not committed, by the Prince."
The Ambassador walked to the window and back again.
"Penelope," he said, "you have only confirmed what I felt must be so, but even then
"Penelope," he said, "something has gone wrong. Won't you tell me what it is? You look worried."
She returned his anxious gaze, dry-eyed but speechless.
"Has that fellow, Prince Maiyo, done or said anything--"
She interrupted him.
"No!" she cried. "No!" don't mention his name, please! I don't want to hear his name again just now."
"For my part," Somerfield said bitterly, "I never want to hear it again as long as I live!"
There was a short silence. Suddenly she turned towards him.
"Charlie," she said, "you have asked me to marry you six times."
"Seven," he corrected. "I ask you again now--that makes eight."
"Very well," she answered, "I accept--on one condition."
"On any," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with joy. "Penelope, it sounds too good to be true. You can't be in earnest"
"I am," she declared. "I will marry you if you will see that our engagement is announced everywhere tomorrow, and that you do not ask me for anything at all, mind, not even--not anything--for three months' time, at least. Promise that until then you will not let me hear the sound of the word marriage?"
"I promise," he said firmly. "Penelope, you mean it? You mean this seriously?"
She gave him her hands and a very sad little smile.
"I mean it, Charlie," she answered. "I will keep my word."
CHAPTER XV. PENELOPE EXPLAINS
Once more Penelope found herself in the library of the great house in Park Lane, where Mr. Blaine-Harvey presided over the interests of his country. This time she came as an uninvited, even an unexpected guest. The Ambassador, indeed, had been fetched away by her urgent message from the reception rooms, where his wife was entertaining a stream of callers. Penelope refused to sit down.
"I have not much to say to you, Mr. Harvey," she said. "There is just something which I have discovered and which you ought to know. I want to tell it you as quickly as possible and get away."
"A propos of our last conversation?" he asked eagerly.
She bowed her head.
"It concerns Prince Maiyo," she admitted.
"You are sure that you will not sit down?" he persisted. "You know how interesting this is to me."
She smiled faintly.
"To me," she said, "it is terrible. My only desire is to tell you and have finished with it. You remember, when I was here last, you told me that it was your firm belief that somewhere behind the hand which murdered Hamilton Fynes and poor Dicky stood the shadow of Prince Maiyo."
"I remember it perfectly," he answered.
"You were right," Penelope said.
The Ambassador drew a little breath. It was staggering, this, even if expected.
"I have talked with the Prince several times since our conversation," Penelope continued. "So far as any information which he gave me or seemed likely to give me, I might as well have talked in a foreign language. But in his house, the day before yesterday, in his own library, hidden in a casket which opened only with a secret lock, I found two things."
"What were they?" the Ambassador asked quickly.
"A roll of silken cord," Penelope said, "such as was used to strangle poor Dicky, and a strangely shaped dagger exactly like the picture of the one with which Hamilton Fynes was stabbed."
"Did he know that you found them?" Mr. Blaine-Harvey asked.
"He was with me," Penelope answered. "He even, at my request, opened the casket. He must have forgotten that they were there."
"Perhaps," the Ambassador said thoughtfully, "he never knew."
"One cannot tell," Penelope answered.
"Did he say anything when you discovered them?" the Ambassador asked.
"Nothing," Penelope declared. "It was not necessary. I saw his face. He knows that I understand. It may have been some one else connected with the house, of course, but the main fact is beyond all doubt. Those murders were instigated, if they were not committed, by the Prince."
The Ambassador walked to the window and back again.
"Penelope," he said, "you have only confirmed what I felt must be so, but even then