Title:  A Rock in the Baltic

Author:  Robert Barr

Release Date:  January, 2004 [EBook #4982] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on April 7, 2002] [Date last updated:  November 14, 2004]

Edition:  10

Language:  English

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A Rock in the Baltic

by Robert Barr, 1906
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CHAPTER I

The incident at the bank

In the public room of the Sixth National Bank at Bar Harbor in Maine, Lieutenant Alan Drummond, H.M.S.  “Consternation,” stood aside to give precedence to a lady.  The Lieutenant had visited the bank for the purpose of changing several crisp white Bank of England notes into the currency of the country he was then visiting.  The lady did not appear to notice either his courtesy or his presence, and this was the more remarkable since Drummond was a young man sufficiently conspicuous even in a crowd, and he and she were, at that moment, the only customers in the bank.  He was tall, well-knit and stalwart, blond as a Scandinavian, with dark blue eyes which he sometimes said jocularly were the colors of his university.  He had been slowly approaching the cashier’s window with the easy movement of a man never in a hurry, when the girl appeared at the door, and advanced rapidly to the bank counter with its brass wire screen surrounding the arched aperture behind which stood the cashier.  Although very plainly attired, her gown nevertheless possessed a charm of simplicity that almost suggested complex Paris, and she wore it with that air of distinction the secret of which is supposed to be the exclusive property of French and American women.

The young man saw nothing of this, and although he appreciated the beauty of the girl, what struck him at that instant was the expression of anxiety on her face, whose apparently temporary pallor was accentuated by an abundance of dark hair.  It seemed to him that she had resolutely set herself a task which she was most reluctant to perform.  From the moment she entered the door her large, dark eyes were fixed almost appealingly on the cashier, and they beheld nothing else.  Drummond, mentally slow as he usually was, came to the quick conclusion that this was a supreme moment in her life, on which perhaps great issues depended.  He saw her left hand grasp the corner of the ledge in front of the cashier with a grip of nervous tension, as if the support thus attained was necessary to her.  Her right hand trembled slightly as she passed an oblong slip of paper through the aperture to the calm and indifferent official.