THE GUESSING OF ANGUISH
The startling assertion created a fresh sensation. Sensations had come so
thick and so fast, however, that they seemed component parts of one grand
bewildering climax. The new actor in the drama held the center of the
“Harry!” cried Lorry.
“Prince Gabriel, why do you shake like a leaf? Is it because you know what
I am going to say?” exclaimed Anguish, pointing his finger accusingly at
the astonished Prince of Dawsbergen.
Gabriel's lips parted, but nothing more than a gasp escaped them.
Involuntarily his eyes sought the door, then the windows, the peculiar
uncontrollable look of the hunted coming into them. Bolaroz allowed his
gaze to leap instantly to that pallid face and every eye in the room
followed. Yetive was standing again, her face glowing.
“An accomplice has confessed all. I have the word of the man who saw the
crime committed. I charge Prince Gabriel with the murder of His Highness,
With a groan, Gabriel threw his hands to his heart and tottered forward,
glaring at the merciless face of the accuser.
“Confessed! Betrayed!” he faltered. Then he whirled like a maniac upon his
little coterie of followers. “Vile traitor!” he shrieked, “I will drink
your heart's blood!”
With a howl he leaped toward one of the men, a darkfaced nobleman named
Berrowag. The latter evaded him and rushed toward the door, crying:
“It is a lie! a lie! He has tricked you! I did not confess!”
The Prince was seized by his friends, struggling and cursing. A peculiar
smile lit up the face of Harry Anguish.
“I repeat, he is the assassin!”
Gabriel broke from the detaining hands and drawing a revolver, rushed for
“Out of the way! I will not be taken alive!”
Allode met him at the curtains and grasped him in his powerful arms, Baron
Dangloss and others tearing the weapon from his hand. The utmost confusion
reigned—women screaming, men shouting—and above all could be
heard the howls of the accused Prince.
“Let me go! Curse you! Curse you! I will not surrender! Let me kill that
traitor! Let me at him!” Berrowag had been seized by willing hands, and
the two men glared at each other, one crazy with rage, the other shrinking
Dangloss and Allode half carried, half dragged the Prince forward. As he
neared Bolaroz and the Princess he collapsed and became a trembling,
moaning suppliant for mercy. Anguish's accusation had struck home.
“Prince Bolaroz, I trust you will not object if the Princess Yetive
substitutes the true assassin for the man named in your promise to
Graustark,” said Anguish, dramatically. Bolaroz, as if coming from a
dream, turned and knelt before the throne.
“Most adorable Yetive,” he said; “I sue for pardon. I bow low and lay my
open heart before the truest woman in the world.” He kissed the black lace
hem of her gown and arose. “I am your friend and ally; Axphain and
Graustark will live no more with hatred in their hearts. From you I have
learned a lesson in justice and constancy.”
Prince Gabriel was raving like a madman as the officers hurried him and
Berrowag from the room. A shout went up from those assembled. Its echo,
reaching the halls, then the gardens, was finally taken up by the waiting
masses beyond the gates. The news flew like wild-fire. Rejoicing, such as
had never been known, shook Edelweiss until the monks on the mountain
looked down in wonder.
After the dazed and happy throng about the throne had heaped its
expressions of love and devotion upon the radiant Princess a single figure
knelt in subjection, just as she was preparing to depart. It was the Duke
“Your Royal Highness, Mizrox is ready to pay his forfeit. My life is
yours,” he said, calmly. She did not comprehend until her uncle reminded
her of the oath Mizrox had taken the morning after the murder.
“He swore, on his life, that you killed Lorenz,” she said, turning to
“I was wrong, but I am willing to pay the penalty. My love for Lorenz was
greater than my discretion. That is my only excuse, but it is one you
should not accept,” said Mizrox, as coolly as if announcing the time of
day. Lorry looked first at him and then at the Princess, bewildered and
“I have no ill will against you, my Lord Duke. Release him from his bond
“Gladly, since you refuse to hold him to his oath,” she said.
“I am under an eternal obligation to you, sir, for your leniency, and I
shall ever revere the Princess who pardons so graciously the gravest
Yetive begged Bolaroz to continue to make the Court his home while in
Graustark, and the old Prince responded with the declaration that he would
remain long enough to sign and approve the new covenant, at least. Before
stepping from the throne, Yetive called in low tones to Lorry, a pretty
flush mantling her cheek:
“Will you come to me in half an hour?”
“For my reward?” he asked, eagerly.
“Ach?” she cried, softly, reprovingly. Count Halfont's face took on a
troubled expression as he caught the swift communication in their eyes.
After all, she was a Princess.
She passed from the room beside Halfont, proud and happy in the victory
over despair, glorying in the exposure of her heart to the world, her
blood tingling and dancing with the joys of anticipation. Lorry and
Anguish, the wonder and admiration of all, were given a short but
convincing levee in the hallway. Lords and ladies praised and lauded them,
overwhelming them with the homage that comes to the brave. But Gaspon
uttered one wish that struck Lorry's warm, leaping heart like a piece of
“Would to God that you were a Prince of the realm,” said the minister of
finance, a look of regret and longing in his eyes. That wish of Gaspon's
sent Lorry away with the sharp steel of desolation, torturing intensely as
it drove deeper and deeper the reawakened pangs of uncertainty. There
still remained the fatal distance between him and the object of his
He accompanied Captain Quinnox to his quarters, where he made himself
presentable before starting for the enchanted apartment in the far end of
the castle. Eager, burning passion throbbed side by side with the cold
pulsing of fear, a trembling race between two unconquerable emotions.
Passion longed for the voice, the eyes, the caresses; fear cried aloud in
every troubled throb: “You will see her and kiss her and then you will be
The two emotions thus thrown together, clashing fiercely for supremacy, at
last wove themselves into a single, solid, uncompromising whole. Out of
the two grew an aggressive determination not to be thwarted. Love and fear
combined to give him strength; from his eyes fled the hopeless look, from
his brain the doubt, from his blood the chill.
“Quinnox, give me your hand—don't mind the blood! You have been my
friend, and you have served her almost to the death. I injured and would
have killed you in that cell, but it was not in anger. Will you be my
friend in all that is to follow?”
“She has said that she loves you,” said the captain, returning the hand
clasp. “I am at your service as well as hers.”
A few moments later Lorry was in her presence. What was said or done
during the half hour that passed between his entrance and the moment that
brought them side by side from the room need not be told. That the
interview had had its serious side was plain. The troubled, anxious eyes
of the girl and the rebellious, dogged air of the man told of a conflict
now only in abeyance.
“I will never give you up,” he said, as they came from the door. A wistful
gleam flickered in her eyes, but she did not respond in words.
Near the head of the stairway an animated group of persons lingered. Harry
Anguish was in the center and the Countess Dagmar was directly in front of
him, looking up with sparkling eyes and parted lips. The Count and
Countess Halfont, Gaspon, the Baron Dangloss, the Duke of Mizrox, with
other ladies and gentlemen, were being entertained by the gay-spirited
“Here he comes,” cried the latter, as he caught sight of the approaching
“I am delighted to see you, Harry. You were the friend in need, old man,”
said Lorry, wringing the other's hand. Yetive gave him her hand, her blue
“Mr. Anguish had just begun to tell us how he—how he—” began
Dagmar, but paused helplessly, looking to him for relief.
“Go ahead, Countess; it isn't very elegant, but it's the way I said it.
How I 'got next' to Gabriel is what she wants to say. Perhaps your
Highness would like to know all about the affair that ended so tragically.
It's very quickly told,” said Anguish.
“I am deeply interested,” said the Princess, eagerly.
“Well, in the first place, it was all a bluff,” said he, coolly.
“A what!” demanded Dagmar.
“Bluff,” responded Harry, briefly; “American patois, dear Countess.”
“In what respect,” asked Lorry, beginning to understand.
“In all respects. I didn't have the slightest sign of proof against the
“And you—you did all that 'on a bluff'?” gasped the other.
“Do I understand you to say that you have no evidence against Gabriel?”
asked Halfont, dumbfounded.
“Not a particle.”
“But you said his confederate had confessed,” protested Dangloss.
“I didn't know that he had a confederate, and I wasn't sure that he was
guilty of the crime,” boasted Anguish, complacently enjoying the
“Then why did you say so?” demanded Dangloss, excited beyond measure.
“Oh, I just guessed at it!”
“God save us!” gasped Baron Dangloss, Chief of Police.
“Guessed at it?” cried Mizrox.
“That's it. It was a bold stroke, but it won. Now, I'll tell you this
much. I was morally certain that Gabriel killed the Prince. There was no
way on earth to prove it, however, and I'll admit it was intuition or
something of that sort which convinced me. He had tried to abduct the
Princess, and he was madly jealous of Lorenz. Although he knew there was
to be a duel, he was not certain that Lorenz would lose, so he adopted a
clever plan to get rid of two rivals by killing one and casting suspicion
on the other. These deductions I made soon after the murder, but, of
course, could secure no proof. Early this morning, at the hotel, I made up
my mind to denounce him suddenly if I had the chance, risking failure but
hoping for such an exhibition as that which you saw. It was clear to me
that he had an accomplice to stand guard while he did the stabbing, but I
did not dream it was Berrowag. Lorry's sensational appearance, when I
believed him to be far away from here, disturbed me greatly but it made it
all the more necessary that I should take the risk with Gabriel. As I
watched him I became absolutely convinced of his guilt. The only way to
accuse him was to do it boldly and thoroughly, so I rang in the accomplice
and the witness features. You all know how the 'bluff' worked.”
“And you had no more proof than this?” asked Dangloss, weakly.
“That's all,” laughed the delighted strategist.
Dangloss stared at him for a moment, then threw up his hands and walked
away, shaking his head, whether in stupefied admiration or utter
disbelief, no one knew. The others covered Anguish with compliments, and
he was more than ever the hero of the day. Such confidence paralyzed the
people. The only one who was not overcome with astonishment was his
“You did it well,” he said in an undertone to Anguish; “devilish well.”
“You might at least say I did it to the queen's taste,” growled Anguish,
“Well, then, you did,” laughed Lorry.