Sport Royal, and Other Stories. Hope Anthony

now there is a question about who her escort was?”

      “There is,” said Dumergue. “It is believed that the baron entertains an extraordinary idea that the gentleman in question was no other than – ”

      “Myself,” said the prince, throwing away his cigarette.

      I remembered the baron’s strange questions before the duel.

      “Dispose of me as you please, sir,” said I.

      “Then you were at the ball, and knocked the baron down!” exclaimed Dumergue.

      “A thousand thanks,” said the prince.

      “But what are we to do with him now, sir?” asked Dumergue. “The princess will be expecting him.”

      “I will go and tell the princess of Mr. Jason’s confession. You go with Mr. Jason, and tell the baron that the princess cannot receive him. I want him to see Mr. Jason.”

      “But, sir,” said I, “I didn’t fight under my own name.”

      The prince was already gone, and Dumergue was halfway down the stairs. I followed the latter.

      We found the baron in the smoking room, taking a cup of coffee. A couple of men sat talking on a settee near him; otherwise the room was empty.

      Dumergue went up to the baron, I following a step or two behind him. The baron rose and bowed coldly.

      “I am charged,” said Dumergue, “to express His Royal Highness’ regrets that Her Royal Highness cannot have the pleasure of receiving you. She has retired to her apartments.”

      “The servant told me she was at supper.”

      “He was misinformed.”

      “I’m not to be put off like that. I’ll have a refusal from the princess herself.”

      “I will inform His Royal Highness.”

      The baron was about to answer, when he caught sight of me.

      “Ah, there’s the jackal!” he said, with a sneer.

      I stepped forward.

      “Do you refer to me?” I asked.

      “Unless I am wrong in recognizing my former antagonist, Colonel Despard.”

      This was just what I had anticipated. Dumergue did not seem surprised either.

      “Of course it is Colonel Despard,” he said. “You would not be likely to forget him, baron.”

      We had been speaking in a low tone, but at Dumergue’s sneer, the baron lost his temper. Raising his voice, he said, almost in a shout:

      “Then I tell Colonel Despard that he is a mean hound.”

      If I assumed the colonel’s name, I felt I must at least defend it from imputations. I began:

      “Once before, baron, I chastised – ”

      I was interrupted. One of the men on the settee interposed, rising as he spoke.

      “I beg pardon, gentlemen, but is it Colonel Despard of the Hussars to whom you refer?”

      “Yes,” said the baron.

      “Then that gentleman is not Colonel Despard,” announced our new friend. “I am Colonel Despard’s brother-in-law.”

      For a moment I was at a loss; things were falling out so very unfortunately. Dumergue turned on the stranger fiercely:

      “Pray, sir, was your interposition solicited?”

      “Certainly not. But if this gentleman says he is Colonel Despard, I take leave to contradict him.”

      “I should advise you to do nothing of the sort,” said I. “M. Dumergue knows me very well.”

      “This person,” said the baron, “passed himself off as Colonel Despard, and, by that pretext, obtained from me the honor of a duel with me. It appears that he is a mere impostor.”

      The other man on the settee called out cheerfully, “Bob, send for the police!”

      Dumergue looked rather sheepish; his invention failed him.

      “Do either or both of these gentlemen,” said I, indicating the baron and the colonel’s brother-in-law, “call me an impostor?”

      “I do,” said the baron, with a sneering laugh.

      “I am compelled to assert it,” said the other, with a bow.

      I had edged near the little table, on which the baron’s coffee had been served. I now took up the coffee-pot and milk-jug. The coffee I threw in the baron’s face, and the milk in that of his ally. Both men sprang forward with an oath. At the same moment, the electric light went out, and I was violently pulled back toward the door, and someone whispered, “Vanish as quick as you can. Go home – go anywhere.”

      “All right, sir,” said I, for I recognized the prince’s voice. “But what are they doing?”

      “Never mind; be off.” And the prince handed me a hat.

      I walked quickly to the door, and hailed a hansom. As I drove off, I saw the prince skip upstairs, and a posse of waiters rush toward the smoking room. I went home to bed.

      The next morning, as I was breakfasting, my man told me two gentlemen were below, and wished to see me. I told him to show them up, and the prince and Dumergue came in, the former wrapped up in a fur coat, with a collar that hid most of his face.

      “The prince would like some brandy in a little soda water,” said Dumergue.

      I administered the cordial. The prince drank it, and then turned to me.

      “Did you get home all right?” he asked.

      “Perfectly, sir.”

      “After you took leave of us, we had an explanation. Mr. Wetherington – it was Mr. Wetherington at whom you threw the milk – was very reasonable. I explained the whole matter, and he said he was sure his brother-in-law would pardon the liberty.”

      “I’m afraid I took rather a liberty with him.”

      “Oh,” said Dumergue, “we made him believe the milk was meant for the baron, as well as the coffee. I said we took it au lait at Glottenberg.”

      “It’s lucky I thought of turning out the light,” said the prince. “I was looking on, and it seemed about time.”

      “What did the hotel people say, sir?”

      “They are going to sue the electric company,” said the prince, with a slight smile. “It seems there is a penalty if the light doesn’t work properly.”

      “And the baron, sir?”

      “We kicked the baron out as a blackmailer,” said Dumergue. “He is going to bring an action.”

      “I return to Glottenberg to-day,” concluded the prince; “accompanied by the princess and M. Dumergue.”

      I thought this course very prudent, and said so. “But,” I added, “I shall be called as a witness.”

      “No; Colonel Despard will.”

      “Well, then – ”

      “He will establish an alibi. Voilà tout!”

      “I am glad it all ends so happily, sir.”

      “Well, there is one matter,” said the prince. “I had to tell the princess of your indiscretion in taking Mme. Vooght – ”

      “Who, sir?”

      “Mr. Jason,” put in Dumergue, “has not heard that the countess and Vooght are married.”

      “Yes,” said the prince, “they are married, and will settle in America. Vooght is a loss; but we can’t have everything in this world.”

      “I hope Herr Vooght will be happy,” said I.

      “I should