Castles in the Air eBook

Baroness Emma Orczy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 235 pages of information about Castles in the Air.

Castles in the Air eBook

Baroness Emma Orczy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 235 pages of information about Castles in the Air.

“One of your lodgers?” queried the representative of the law.  “When did he come?”

“About three days ago,” she replied sullenly.

“What room does he occupy?”

“Number twenty-five on the third floor.”

“He came with his dog?” I interposed quickly, “a spaniel?”

“Yes.”

“And your lodger, is he an ugly, slouchy creature—­with hooked nose, bleary eyes and shaggy yellow hair?”

But to this she vouchsafed no reply.

Already the matter had passed out of my hands.  One of the gendarmes prepared to go upstairs and bade me follow him, whilst he ordered his comrade to remain below and on no account to allow anyone to enter or leave the house.  The proprietress and concierge were warned that if they interfered with the due execution of the law they would be severely dealt with; after which we went upstairs.

For a while, as we ascended, we could hear the dog barking furiously, then, presently, just as we reached the upper landing, we heard a loud curse, a scramble, and then a piteous whine quickly smothered.

My very heart stood still.  The next moment, however, the gendarme had kicked open the door of No. 25, and I followed him into the room.  The place looked dirty and squalid in the extreme—­just the sort of place I should have expected Theodore to haunt.  It was almost bare save for a table in the centre, a couple of rickety chairs, a broken-down bedstead and an iron stove in the corner.  On the table a tallow candle was spluttering and throwing a very feeble circle of light around.

At first glance I thought that the room was empty, then suddenly I heard another violent expletive and became aware of a man sitting close beside the iron stove.  He turned to stare at us as we entered, but to my surprise it was not Theodore’s ugly face which confronted us.  The man sitting there alone in the room where I had expected to see Theodore and Carissimo had a shaggy beard of an undoubted ginger hue.  He had on a blue blouse and a peaked cap; beneath his cap his lank hair protruded more decided in colour even than his beard.  His head was sunk between his shoulders, and right across his face, from the left eyebrow over the cheek and as far as his ear, he had a hideous crimson scar, which told up vividly against the ghastly pallor of his face.

But there was no sign of Theodore!

At first my friend the gendarme was quite urbane.  He asked very politely to see Monsieur’s pet dog.  Monsieur denied all knowledge of a dog, which denial only tended to establish his own guilt and the veracity of mine own narrative.  The gendarme thereupon became more peremptory and the man promptly lost his temper.

I, in the meanwhile, was glancing round the room and soon spied a wall cupboard which had obviously been deliberately screened by the bedstead.  While my companion was bringing the whole majesty of the law to bear upon the miscreant’s denegations I calmly dragged the bedstead aside and opened the cupboard door.

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