Arms and the Woman

I saw some rye bread, cold meat and a pitcher of water on the table,

and I made a sandwich and washed it down with a few swallows of the

cool liquid. I had a fever and the water chilled it. There was a lump

on the back of my head as large as an egg. With what water remained I

dampened my handkerchief and wound it around the injury. Then I made a

systematic search through my clothes. Not a single article of my

belongings was missing. I was rather sorry, for it lent a deeper

significance to my incarceration. After this, I proceeded to take an

inventory of my surroundings. Below and beyond the little window I saw

a wide expanse of beautiful gardens, fine oaks and firs, velvet lawns

and white pebbled roads. Marble fountains made them merry in the

roseate hue of early morning. A gardener was busy among some hedges,

but beyond the sound of my voice. I was a prisoner in no common jail,

then, but in the garret of a private residence. Having satisfied

myself that there was no possible escape, I returned to my pallet and

lay down. Why I was here a prisoner I knew not. I thought over all I

had written the past twelvemonth, but nothing recurred to me which

would make me liable to arrest. But, then, I had not been arrested. I

had been kidnapped, nothing less. Nothing had been asked of me; I had

made no statement. It had been all too sudden. Presently I heard

footsteps in the corridor, and the door opened. It was mine enemy. He

locked the door and thrust the key into his pocket. One of his eyes

was decidedly mouse-colored. The knuckles of my hand were yet sore. I

smiled; he saw the smile, his jaws hardening and his eyes threatening.

"I am sorry," I said. "I should have hit you on the point of your

chin; but I was in a great hurry. Did you ever try raw meat as a

poultice?"

"Enough of this," he snapped, laying a pistol on the table. I was

considered dangerous; it was something to know that. "You must answer

my questions."

"Must?"

"Must."

"Young man you have no tact. You are not an accomplished villain,"

said I, pleasantly. "You should begin by asking me how I spent the

night, and if there was not something you could do for my material

comfort. Perhaps, however, you will first answer a few questions of

mine?"

"There are only two men whose questions I answer," he said.