Arms and the Woman
Page 145"A story," I answered. "Some day I shall tell you all about it. Have
you noticed how badly I have gone about lately?"
"Have I!" he echoed. "If I haven't had a time of it, I should like to
know!"
"Well, it is all over," said I, placing a hand on his shoulder and
smiling into his questioning eyes. "Now if you will excuse me, cousin
mine, I'll make a call on her Serene Highness the Princess Hildegarde."
Just then the door opened and Pembroke's valet came in. He handed a
card to me, and I read upon it, "Count von Walden." I cast it into
Pembroke's lap.
Then to the valet, "Show him up."
"What's it all about?" asked Pembroke.
"Honestly, I should like to run away," I said musingly. The snow on
the housetops across the way sparkled in the early moonshine. "It's
about a woman. If I live--ah!" I went to the door and swung it open.
The Count gravely passed over the threshold.
"Good evening," he said, with a look of inquiry at Pembroke.
"This gentleman," said I, as I introduced him, "will second me in the
affair to-morrow morning. I suppose you have come to make the final
"Pardon me," began Pembroke, "but I do not understand--"
"Oh, I forgot. You are," I responded, "to be my second in a duel
to-morrow morning. Should anything happen to me, it were well to have
a friend near by, better still a relative. Well, Count?"
"The Prince desires me to inform you that he has selected pistols at
your request, and despite the fact that he has only the use of his left
hand, he permits you to use either of yours. There will be one shot
each, the firing to be drawn for on the grounds. The time is six, the
place one mile out on the north road, in the rear of the Strasburg inn.
"It is," I answered.
"Then allow me to bid you good night." He bowed and backed toward the
door. He remained a moment with his hand on the knob, gazing into my
eyes. I read in his a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Good
night," and he was gone.
Pembroke stared at me in bewilderment. "What the devil--"