The three guardians stood speechless until the clatter died away in the distance.  Then Mr. Rodney pulled himself together with an effort and groaned in abject horror.

“By thunner, the damn girl is stealin’ somebody’s horshes!”

CHAPTER VIII

THE PRODIGAL HUSBAND

The unlucky Brock, wild with rage and chagrin, had paced his temporary prison in the top storey of the Tirol from eleven o’clock till two, bitterly cursing the fools who were keeping him in durance more vile than that from which they had generously released him.  He realised that it would be unwise to create a disturbance in the house by clamouring for freedom, because, in the first place, there already had been scandal enough, and in the second place, his distrustful bondsmen had promised faithfully to seek out the devoted Connie and apprise her of his release.  He had no thought, of course, that in the mean time she might be duped into paying a bribe to the guard.

Not only was he direfully cursing the trio, but also the addlepated Medcroft and his own addlepated self.  It is to be feared that he had harsh thoughts of all the Medcrofts, as far down as Raggles.  His dream of love and happiness had turned into a nightmare; the comedy had become a tragic snarl of all the effects known to melodrama.  Bitterly he lamented the fact that now he could not go before the assembled critics in the morning and proclaim to them that Constance was his wife.  From this, it readily may be judged that Brock was not familiar with all the details of the vigorous Miss Fowler’s plan.  As a matter of fact, he did not know that he was expected to fly the country like a fugitive.  She had known in her heart that he would never agree to a plan of that sort; it was, therefore, necessary for her to deceive him in more ways than one.  Plainly speaking, Brock had laboured under the delusion that she merely proposed to bribe the gaoler into letting him off for the night, in order that by some hook or crook they could be married early in the morning—­provided her conception of the State marriage laws as they applied to aliens was absolutely correct. (It was not correct, it may be well to state, although that has nothing to do with the case at this moment.) If he had but known that she contemplated paying ten thousand crowns for his surreptitious release, making herself criminally liable, and that he was expected to catch a night train across the border, it is only just to his manhood to say that he should have balked, even though the act were to cost him years of prison servitude—­which, of course, was unlikely in the face of the explanation that would be made in proper time by the real Medcroft.  It thus may be seen that Brock not only had been vilely imprisoned twice in the same night, but that he was very much in the dark, notwithstanding his attempt to make light of the situation.