Jack Harkaway and his son's Escape From the Brigand's of Greece
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AND HIS SON'S
ESCAPE FROM THE BRIGANDS
BEING THE CONTINUATION OF
"JACK HARKAWAY AND HIS
SON'S ADVENTURES IN GREECE."
[Illustration: Bother the beggars"--said Mr Mole"--Adv in Greece, Vol
THE CONTESSA'S LETTER TO MR. MOLE--ON PLEASURE BENT--THE
MENDICANT FRIAR--MIDNIGHT MARAUDERS--HOUSE BREAKING.
When Mrs. Harkaway's maid returned to the villa, she got scolded for
being so long upon an errand of some importance with which she had been
Thereupon, she was prepared with twenty excuses, all of which were any
thing but the truth.
The words of warning which the brigand had called after her had not
been without their due effect.
"She had been detained," she said, "by the Contessa Maraviglia for the
letter which she brought back to Mr. Mole."
The letter was an invitation to a grand ball which was to be given by
the contessa at the Palazzo Maraviglia, and to which the Harkaways were
Dick Harvey had been at work in this business, and had made the
contessa believe indirectly that Mr. Mole was a most graceful dancer,
and that it would be an eternal shame for a _bal masque_ to take
place in the neighbourhood without being graced by his--Mole's--
The result was that during lunch Mr. Mole received from the maid the
following singular effusion.
"Al Illustrissimo Signor Mole," which, being translated, means, "To the
illustrious Mr. Mole."
"Hullo!" said the tutor, looking around him and dropping his eye on
Dick, "who is this from?"
"From the Contessa Maraviglia," replied the girl.
Mr. Mole gave her a piercing glance.
The contessa's letter was a sort of puzzle to poor old Mole.
"The Contessa Maraviglia begs the honour of the Signor Mole's company
on the 16th instant. She can accept no refusal, as the _fete_ is
especially organised in honour of Signor Mole, whose rare excellence in
the poetry of motion has elevated dancing into an art."
Isaac Mole read and re-read this singular letter, until he grew more
and more fogged.
He thought that the contessa had failed to express herself clearly in
English on account of her imperfect knowledge of our language; but he
was soon corrected in this impression.
The lady in question, it transpired, was English.
So poor Mole did what he thought best under the circumstances, and that
was to consult with Dick Harvey.
"Dear me!" echoed Dick, innocently; "why, you have made an impression
here, Mr. Mole."
"Do you think so?" said Mole, doubtfully.
"Beyond question. This contessa is smitten, sir, with your attractions;
but I can assist you here."
"Thank you, my dear Harvey, thank you," replied Mr. Mole eagerly.
"Yes; I can let the contessa know that there is no hope for her."
Isaac Mole's vanity was tickled at this.
"Don't you think it would be cruel to undeceive her?"
"Cruel, sir!" said Dick, with severe air, "no, sir; I don't. It is my
duty to tell her all."
Mr. Mole looked alarmed.
"What do you mean?"
"That you are a married man."
"I say, I say--"
"Yes, sir, very much married," pursued Dick, relentlessly; "that you
have had three wives, and were nearly taking a fourth."
"All more or less black."
"However, there is no help for it; you will have to go to this ball."
"You will, though. The contessa has heard of your fame in the ball
"In bygone years, no doubt--and she does not know of the little matters
which have happened since to spoil your activity, if not your grace."
As he alluded to the "little matters," he glanced at Mr. Mole's wooden
Mr. Mole thought it over, and then he read through the letter again.
"You are right, Harvey," he said with an air of determination; "and my
mind's made up."
"So much the better, for your absence would be sadly missed at the
"You misunderstand me, Harvey; I shall not go."
Dick looked frightened.
"Don't say that, Mr. Mole, I beg, don't; it would be dangerous."
"What on earth do you mean?"
"I mean that this lady is English by birth, but she has lived in the
land of the Borgias, where they yet know how to use poison."
"And if her love were slighted, she might recollect it."
Mr. Mole looked precious uncomfortable.
"It is really very embarrassing, Harvey," said he; "my personal
attractions are likely to get me into trouble."
And yet, in spite of his embarrassment, Mr. Mole was not altogether
displeased at the fancy.
He strutted up and down, showing the fall in his back to the best
advantage, and was very evidently conscious that he was rather a fine
"Yes, sir," said Harvey, with great gravity; "your fatal beauty is
likely to lead you into a mess."
At the words "fatal beauty," Mr. Mole made a grimace.
It was rather a strong dose for even him to swallow.
"Draw it mild, Harvey," said he, "pray draw it mild."
Dick shook his head with great seriousness.
"Don't you be deceived, Mr. Mole," said he; "use the greatest care, for
this poor countess is to be pitied. Her love is likely to turn to
violent hate if she finds herself slighted--the poignard or the
poisoned chalice may yet be called to play a part in your career."
Mr. Mole turned pale.
Yet he tried to laugh.
A hollow ghastly laugh it was too, that told how he felt more plainly
than words could have done.
"Don't, Harvey; don't, I beg!" he said in faltering tones; "it sounds
like some dreadful thing one sees upon the stage."
"In all these southern countries you know, Mr. Mole, a man's life is
not worth much."
"A hired assassin or bravo will cut a throat or stab a man in the back
for a few francs."
"I should advise you not to keep out after dark--and avoid dark
corners. These people can poison you, too, with a bouquet or a jewel.
Accept a flower or a nosegay, but don't smell it."
"Is it your wish to make me uncomfortable?"
"How can you think it?"
"Do you wish me to dream all night, and disturb Mrs. Mole, and not to
get a wink of sleep?"
"Certainly not; that's why I am giving you advice; but pray understand
the contessa thinks you are a single man."
"Good gracious me; it is very unpleasant to have a contessa in love
"I don't know that; most men wouldn't say so. There are, I'll be bound,
forty men within a mile of this house who would give their ears to have
received such a letter."
Mr. Mole smiled--a self-satisfied, complacent smile,
"Do you think so?"
"I know it."
Mole lifted his collar and shot his cuffs over his hands, as he stomped
across the room, and looked into a glass.
"Well, well, Harvey, I suppose I must go to the ball; but you will bear
me witness that I only go for reasons of prudence, and that I am not
going to be led away by any little silly reasons of vanity?"
"Of course," returned Dick, gravely.
"Besides, I go disguised."
"And what disguise would you recommend?"
"Why that is a matter for reflection," said Dick. "I should think that
you ought almost to keep up the character."
"The character!" said Mole. "What character?"
"A Terpsichorean personage," replied Dick, with the air of one
discussing a grave problem. "Say, for instance, a ballet girl."
Mr. Mole gasped.
"No, no; not a ballet girl."
"A fairy queen, then."
"Don't, Dick; don't, I beg."
"Or, if you object to the costume of the gentler sex, what do you say
to the spangles and wand of a harlequin?"
"Do you really think that such a costume would become me?"
"Do I think?" iterated Dick. "Do I _know!_ Of course it would
become you. You will look the part to the life: it wants a figure to
show off such a dress and to be shown off by it."
"But what about my--my wooden legs, Dick?"
"Oh, I'll provide you with cork ones, and here they are," said Harvey,
producing a pair.
And so it was settled.
Mr. Mole was to go to the ball, and his disguise was to be well-known
spangles and colours of a harlequin.
Harvey himself chose a clown's costume and carried over his shoulder
Mole's wooden legs, in case any thing happened to the cork ones he was
walking on for the first time.
Harkaway was to go as a knight of old.
Magog Brand selected the character of Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre
Jefferson selected the character of Julius Caesar, a costume which his
fine, stalwart form set off to considerable advantage.
Mrs. Harkaway was to go as Diana, the huntress, and Mrs. Harvey made
Marie Stuart her choice.
Little Emily and Paquita went in dresses of the Charles the Second
These young ladies were escorted by young Jack and Harry Girdwood, who
were richly habited as young Venetian nobles of the sixteenth century.
As they passed through the garden door a man stood in their path.
He wore a long serge gown, with a cowl, like a mendicant monk, and as
they approached he put out his open hand for alms.
"Bother the beggars!" said Mr. Mole, tartly.
The monk shrank back into his cowl, and stood aside while the party
The garden door was held by the maid servant while they passed on, and
when they were out of hearing, she dropped a small silver coin into the
mendicant friar's hand.
"There," she said, "I can spare you something, father, although those
rich English cannot or will not, the heretics and pagans!"
The friar, who was seemingly an aged man, muttered his thanks, and the
girl retired and closed the door, locking it behind her.
No sooner was the door closed than the mendicant monk whistled a low
but very distinct note, and lo! two men appeared upon the scene.
It looked as though they had just come up trap-doors in the earth, so
suddenly did they show in sight.
"Captain Mathias," said the disguised monk to the first who came up, "I
have learnt all we wish to know."
"You have?" ejaculated, not the man addressed by the mendicant monk,
but the other. "Out with it, then."
"Still your impatience, Toro, if you can.--"
"Well, then, learn that Mole goes as--"
"Bother Mole!" interrupted Toro, harshly. "How does our great foe go?"
"An English knight of old."
"It shall be my task," said Toro, "to keep up his character, and give
it a realistic look by a hand-to-hand fight."
"Don't be rash," said the mendicant friar, "or you may chance to be
"I can risk my life on it."
"You have--you do; every hour that you live here imperils it. Did you
see the party go?"
"I did," said Mathias.
The latter was no other than the captain of the brigands. Already they
were upon a footing of equality, for the two adventurers had had
opportunities, which they had not failed to seize.
They had courage, ready wit, presence of mind, boldness daring, and
cunning, and so it fell out that they who had made the acquaintance of
the brigand's gang under such very unpleasant auspices, became two of
the principal members of it within a few days.
But to resume.
"Tell me, Hunston," said Toro, "does Jefferson go to the ball?"
The Italian said nothing, but his lips moved, and his lowering brow was
as expressive as words could be to his old comrade.
It boded ill for Jefferson.
They had met in fair fight, and he, Toro, had been defeated.
That defeat was as bitter as gall to him.
He would be avenged.
And if he could not cope with the doughty Anglo-American, then let him
look to it.
What strength and skill failed to achieve, the assassin's knife would
"Did you see the girl that attended him to the gate?" demanded the
mendicant friar, or Hunston, as it would be better to call him, since
there is no further need of concealment.
"And recognised her, Mathias?" he asked of the brigand captain.
"Yes; it is the pretty girl we stopped with her lover, the coy
"Now that they are well off, we may as well set to work," said Hunston.
Hunston threw back his friar's cowl and produced a key.
"They have had many a good hunt for this," he said, with his old
"I dare say."
"It was a lucky thing that the dainty little Marietta dropped it."
"Yes, it makes matters much easier for us to begin with."
The door yielded to the touch of the sham mendicant friar, and the
three worthies entered the grounds.
Silently they stepped across a grassplot, keeping a thick shrubbery
between them and the house as far as they could, when just as they
gained the shelter of a trellissed verandah, a dog within set up a most
The three robbers exchanged uneasy glances.
"Curse the beast!" muttered Mathias the captain; "he will ruin us."
Toro got ready his long hunting-knife and looked about.
But the dog was out of sight.
A lucky thing it was too for our old friend little Mike, for a touch
with that ugly instrument would soon have stopped his singing.
Now, just above the verandah was a half-opened window, and into this
Mathias peered anxiously.
No signs of Mike.
A voice was heard now calling to the faithful guardian of the house to
be silent, but Mike refused emphatically to be comforted; thereupon,
the person very imprudently called the dog to her and tied him up.
This did not quiet him.
So the person in question tripped down the garden to see if there was
really any reason for the dog's singular beheaviour.
In passing down the path she went so close to the verandah, that the
skirts of her dress actually brushed aside the creeping plants which
garnished the trellis work.
"Snarling, barking little beast!" quoth Marietta to herself, "and all
about nothing; I wish they would lose him."
But when she got to the bottom of the garden and discovered the garden
door open, she altered her tone.
"How very silly of me to leave the door unlocked," she said to herself.
"Poor little fellow, poor Mike, I'm coming, good dog. Heard someone, I
suppose. Good gracious, what's that? I thought I saw something move
there. I'm getting as nervous as a cat ever since those men stopped us
and made me kiss them, the beasts. Ugh I how I loathe them, although
there was one of them that was really not very bad-looking. I wonder
where that poor old friar went to. What was that? Oh, how nervous I
feel. I wish they had left me some one in the house besides that old
deaf Constantino; he's nice company truly for a girl. Bother the dog,
what a noise he is kicking up."
And chatting thus, Marietta re-entered the house.
Meanwhile Mathias had clambered up the iron balcony and pushing open
the glass door, or rather window, he entered the room.
It was the dining-room, and the remnants of a very sumptuous repast
were yet upon the table.
"I'll just take a glass of wine."
He did, too.
He took several glasses of wine, and then, as the fumes of the good
liquor mounted to his brain, he grew generous, and he lowered a bottle
out of the window to his two comrades beneath.
Toro grasped it, and sucked down a good half of it before it left his
Then Hunston finished it off at a draught.
When Mathias had regaled himself, he made a move to the door.
There was no one about.
Not a sound.
Now was his time.
His object was to explore the house, and ascertain in what particular
part of it the cash, the jewels, and the plate were kept.
When they had secured these, they could content themselves for the
present at least.
Firstly, therefore, he tied up the silver spoons and knives and forks
from the dinner table in a napkin, and dropped the bundle into Toro's
Then he crept back through the room into the passage.
This done, he waited for a while to listen, and assuring himself that
the coast was clear, he crept up.
On the next landing there were seven doors.
Six were shut, so he peeped into the seventh room, and just then he
heard a noise below.
Someone coming up stairs.
What could he do?
He stole back to the stairs and listened. It was Marietta.
It was really a most embarrassing job now, for there was no retreat, so
he crept upon tip-toe into the room, of which the door stood ajar.
It was a bedroom, dimly lighted by an oil lamp.
A cursory glance showed him that this room had only been lately
vacated, and that one or more of the ladies had been dressing here for
Within a few feet of the door was a looking-glass let into the wall as
a panel, and reaching from floor to ceiling.
Mathias listened in great anxiety for the footsteps on the stairs, and
every moment they sounded nearer and nearer.
"I hope she will not come in here," thought the robber, "else I shall
have to make her sure."
He showed how he meant to "make her sure" by toying with the hilt of
Mathias crouched down, and crept under the bed, just in time, as the
pert young lady skipped into the room.
Her first care was to turn up the lamp, and by its light she looked
"I think they might have taken me to the ball with them," she said,
saucily shaking her curls off her face. "I should have looked better
than some of them, I'll be bound. I'm dead beat with fatigue. I've had
all the work dressing them, and they are to get all the fun."
She was silent for some few minutes, and Mathias grew anxious.
What could be going forward?
He would vastly like to know.
Unable to control his curiosity, he peeped out, and then he saw pretty
Marietta's portrait in the long looking-glass panel.
She looked prettier than ever now, for, shocking to relate, the young
lady was undressing.
Mathias was not to say a bashful man, so he did not draw back.
On the contrary, he stared with all his eyes.
Pretty Marietta little thought, as she stood before the glass, that
such a desperate villain was watching every movement.
Marietta, wholly unconscious that she was watched by the vile brigand
chief, walked up and down before the glass, shooting admiring glances
at herself over her white and well rounded shoulders.
"Dress, and rank, and money do wonders," she said. "Why are we not all
about equal? I'm as good as the best of them, I'm sure, and very much
With this mixture of feminine vanity and republican sentiments, she
bustled about, putting the room a bit in order.
Now her first job was to put away several dresses.
The first of these was a short Spanish skirt of pink satin, with deep
black lace flounces.
"I wonder how I should look in this?" she murmured.
She held up the dress beside her to test the colour against her
Beautiful; yes, this was her frank opinion, and, really, we are by no
means sure but that her own estimate was very near the mark.
On went the dress.
She strutted up and down, and then, when she had feasted her eyes
enough upon her own loveliness, she plaited her hair, and, twisting it
up into a rich knot behind, she stuck a high comb into it, and fastened
the thick lace veil about her.
Mathias watched it all.
He gloated over that pretty little picture, and, shameless rascal!
chuckled to think how little she suspected his presence.
"There," she said, folding the veil about her head with the most
coquettish manner, "if I don't look the prettiest senorita alive, why,
call me--call me anything odious--yes, even an Englishwoman--ha, ha,
ha! How that would please my mistress!"
And then she figured about before the glass, and capered through a
Spanish bolero with considerable grace and dexterity, while she sang an
impromptu verse to an old air.
The verse was naturally doggerel, and maybe given in English as
Rarely has been
A sweeter or better
Face or form seen;
My chestnut tresses,
And my Spanish fall,
Would eclipse all the dresses
At the masked ball.
Then why, Marietta.
Pluck up, you'd better,
Your courage and go!"
And as she came to the last line, this impudent little maid whirled round,
spinning her skirts about her like a top.
Mathias was enraptured.
With difficulty he kept himself from applauding.
"She'd make her fortune upon the stage," he said to himself.
Marietta had made quite a conquest; a double conquest, it might almost
The hidden robber was enraptured, and she was scarcely less pleased with
"I'll go," she said to herself, "Why should I not? They'll never find it
out; I can do just as Cenerentola (Cinderella) did, and who knows but
that some prince might fall over head and ears in love with me? I can get
back long before they do."
Out she skipped too, and tripped down the stairs.
She was off to the ball.
Little dreamt she that for the last half hour her life hung upon the
most slender thread.
And now, the coast being clear, the three brigands prepared to carry out
AT THE CONTESSA'S FETE-A ROMANTIC ADVENTURE BETWEEN CERTAIN OLD FRIENDS.
The most brilliant fete of the year was that given by the
rich Contessa Maraviglia at her palazzo.
All the rank and fashion of the land were there.
The palazzo itself was a building of great beauty, and stood in grounds
of great extent.
The contessa, who was a widow, had a princely fortune, and she spent
it lavishly too.
Upon the night of the masquerade the gardens were brilliantly lighted.
Upon the miniature lake there was a fairy gondola, with a coloured
lantern dangling at the prow, and hung with curtains of pale blue silk
In this gondola a lady was seated.
She had taken to the gondola, not alone for the sake of the freshness of
the breeze upon the water, but to read without interruption a letter she
had received from a mysterious man who professed to be deeply smitten
with her charms, and who, the messenger of love let fall, was a prince.
She wore a black domino, but was not masked, for as she threw back its
folds to breathe more freely, you could see that her only veil was a
thick fall of black lace, fastened to a high comb in the back of her
"I hope he will not be long," said she to herself, while her heart beat
high with expectation. "His note says clearly enough on the lake in the
fairy gondola. Well, it will certainly be nice to be a princess, but I
do hope that his highness may prove to be a dashing, handsome youth,
such as a Cinderella might sigh for. Hush, boatman!"
"Do you hear?"
"Someone singing on the bank yonder? Yes! I hear, lady."
"Row that way."
A voice was heard carolling gently the serenade--"Fair shines the moon
The voice meant well, evidently, but something rather spoilt the effect.
It was not altogether in tune, nor had the singer the best idea in the
world of time.
Perhaps his singing was spoilt by excess of love.
Perhaps by liquor.
The latter idea was suggested by a certain unsteadiness that would
appear to indicate both love and liquor.
Be that as it may, the singer was not at all aware of the disadvantages
under which he laboured.
On the contrary, he had the greatest belief in himself.
"Boatman," exclaimed the lady, impatiently, "row me ashore."
He obeyed, as he spoke, and as the boat grounded, the hidden minstrel
The gallant was rather a tall man, masked and habited in a long cloak,
which almost concealed a glittering and gorgeous costume beneath.
This cavalier hastened to tender the lady his hand and to assist her to
As soon as she was fairly upon _terra firma_ the gentleman led her
away to a more secluded part of the garden, and then ensued a brief but
highly interesting conversation.
It took place in the Italian language.
That beautiful tongue was not to say elegantly spoken upon either side.
The gentleman spoke as a foreigner, but imperfectly acquainted with the
"Sir," said the lady, after an embarrassing silence upon his part, "I
scarcely know if I ought to be here."
"Nor I either, my dear lady," began the gallant.
But then, aware that this was not exactly what might have been expected
of him, he stammered and broke down.
"Poor prince," thought the lady, with a very unladylike chuckle to
herself. "How embarrassed he is."
The cavalier stared at her through the great eyes in his mask, as he
muttered to himself--
"She is evidently in love with me very badly; I am curious to learn how
a princess makes love. I am anxious only of course to study it as a
matter of curiosity."
"I ought not to have come here, prince," said the lady, in a nervous
The word made the masked gentleman stare.
"Prince! I suppose that she can't know I am a married man, and goes
straight to the question. This is popping the question sharply."
He had never been made love to before by a lady of any degree, much
less by a princess, so he was exceedingly anxious to see how she would
begin upon this occasion.
But after they had got to a quiet and remote part of the garden, they
came to a dead lock.
Not a word was spoken upon either side.
"I wish he would say something to me," thought the lady.
She was not used to such bashful suitors.
"I have kept your appointment, sir," she said, "although I fear I am
"My appointment," muttered the cavalier in English, "Come, I like
However, he added in the softest tones he could assume--
"Fear nothing, princess, I am not a dangerous man."
She thought he was, though, for as he said this he chuckled.
The lady dropped her eyes before his bold glance and looked as timid as
you could wish.
Now this appeared only to encourage the gentleman, for he seized her
round the waist and pressed a kiss upon the only part of her cheek
which was left uncovered by her veil.
She struggled feebly, oh, very feebly to release herself; but that
libertine masker held her firmly; that is, as firmly as possible, for
he was not very strong upon his pins.
"Sir, you must not take advantage of my unprotected situation," she
"I should be very sorry to, my coy princess," said the gallant.
These words set her heart beating like clockwork.
"He means well," she thought, growing quite easy in her mind.
Meanwhile the ardent young lover, growing bolder by encouragement,
wanted to remove her veil.
"Grant me one favour, my princess," he said. "Let me bask in the
sunshine of your eyes; let me feast my vision upon your rare beauty."
The lady was enraptured at such poetical imagery.
"It sounds like a lovely book," she murmured in ecstasy.
But she would not accede to his request.
She was so filled with joy, so supremely happy, that she feared to
break the enchanting spell by any accident.
"Desist, prince," she said, struggling gently in his embrace,
"I must gaze on that angelic face," said the passionate Adonis.
"Why," exclaimed the lady, "since you know it so well?"
"Know it!" exclaimed the gallant in surprise.
"I have never seen it."
"Yet your letter praises each feature to the skies."
He was staggered evidently.
"I sent no letter."
The lady was amazed "If you sent no letter, why are you here?" she
"In obedience to yours," responded the gallant.
"Your note--your ever-to-be-treasured missive," gushed the swain.
Now what would have followed in the way of explanations it is
impossible to say, for at the momentous crisis, a voice close by was
heard repeating softly a couplet heard before--
Never had been
A sweeter or neater
Face or form seen."
The lady started and screamed, and would have fallen had not the
protecting arm of the gentleman been there to catch her.
But her veil fell aside.
When the lover saw her face, he was staggered, and he nearly let her
"Marietta!" he exclaimed, "Marietta! Mrs. Harkaway's maid, by all
"Oho," screamed the lady, "you're standing on my toe!" saying which she
jerked herself back, and dragging his foot away too, down he went.
"It's Mr. Mole," shrieked the lady; and catching up her pink skirt and
black lace flounces, she fled precipitately along the path, leaving her
admirer scrambling in the most undignified manner upon the gravel walk.
Poor Mr. Mole.
But oh, poor Marietta; how sadly was she disappointed with her prince.
MR. MOLE--THE THREE DEVILS AND THEIR DEVILMENT--THE CONTESSA'S
"Mr. Mole--Mr. Mole!"
It was Harvey's voice.
Now Mr. Mole was convinced at once that Dick was at the bottom of this
comical conspiracy in which he had been made to look so ridiculous. So
he resolved at first not to make any reply.
But Harvey was guided to the spot by information which had been
furnished him concerning Mr. Mole, and soon he appeared in sight.
"Mr. Mole--Mr. Mole!" exclaimed Dick, in grave reproof.
"Help me up, Harvey," said Mole, "and don't be a fool."
"Well, that's polite."
"Quite as polite as you can expect."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you know what I mean well enough."
"I'm hanged if I do!" protested Harvey, stoutly.
His manner caught Mr. Mole immediately.
So this led the old gentleman to reflect.
If Dick did not know, it would be as well to keep the adventure to
"Is it possible, Harvey, that you don't know what has occurred?"
"You don't know about Marietta?"
This decided Mole.
"Marietta is here."
"Never!" said Dick, in accents of deep mystery.
"Never! And who the dickens is Marietta when she is at home?"
"Mrs. Harkaway's maid, to be sure."
Dick burst out laughing at this.
"Why, Mr. Mole," he cried, "what a sly old fox you are."
Mr. Mole stared again.
"I don't quite understand what you are driving at, Mr, Harvey," said
"Don't you, though?--well, I do, old Slyboots."
"Oh, don't you try to come the old soldier over me."
"Sir!" said Mr. Mole, rearing himself up to his full height upon his
timbers, "I don't understand your slangy allusions to the ancient
"Why, it is clear enough that you brought her."
"I what?" almost shrieked Mr. Mole, indignantly.
"Brought her, and your poor wife ought to know of it."
"Sir?" said Mole, "if you are bent on insulting me, I shall leave your
"Go it, Mole," said Dick, laughing until the tears came into his eyes;
"go it. The fact is, you have been sneaking about after that little
girl for a long while past; there can be no doubt about it."
"Harvey, I repudiate your vile insinuations with scorn, The fact is,
that in your anxiety to fix some wickedness never contemplated upon me,
you forget all the most important part of the tale."
"Why, that girl has left the villa unprotected."
"Nonsense! there's old Constantino there."
"He barks, but don't bite."
"Besides; you may be mistaken," urged Dick.
"Not I. I knew her at once, and what's more, she recognised me."
"And she bolted directly I pronounced her name."
"How was she dressed?"
Mr. Mole gave a hurried description of Marietta's dress, and they want
off in search through the house and grounds after the flighty Marietta.
* * * * *
In another part of the grounds three men met.
"What have you learnt, Toro?"
"And you, captain?"
"Nothing, or next to nothing," was the reply.
"And you, Hunston?"
"I have gained knowledge," answered the latter; "good, useful
The other two laughed heartily at this reply.
"You were always of a studious turn of mind, Hunston."
"Ha, ha, ha!"
[Illustration: "'WHAT HAVE YOU DISCOVERED?' ASKED THE CAPTAIN"--ADV IN
GREECE, VOL II, PAGE 21]
It may be as well to mention that they had sought a secluded part of
the contessa's gardens, and met now by appointment.
They were all three arrayed in that peculiar style of costume which the
prince of darkness is popularly supposed to don when he makes his
appearance to German students, in certain weird and wild works of
fiction, or in the supernatural drama.
It sounded really remarkable to hear these three men, disguised as
devils, discussing matters generally in such an offhand manner.
The dresses of all three were alike nearly in every particular.
The only mark of distinction between them was a small straight feather
they wore in their caps.
One wore a yellow feather.
Another had a feather of brilliant red.
The third one's feather was of a bright emerald green.
Now these feathers were small, but yet, by reason of the conspicuous
colours, could be seen at a considerable distance.
"What is it you have discovered?" asked the captain.
"Out with it, Hunston," said Toro, in his old impatient way.
"Well, in the first place," was Hunston's reply, "our letters to old
Mole and to the girl Marietta were perfectly successful."
"The vanity of the one, and the conceit of the other, made it an easy
"I saw the interview from a snug place of concealment, and took care to
let her know it."
"By humming her song which you heard her sing up at the villa."
The latter looked somewhat alarmed at this.
"Was that prudent?"
"Of course she did not see me, only we must get a thorough hold over
this girl, so as to have her as an accomplice in the enemy's camp
"Now let us get back to the ball-room, and see what is to be picked up
Back they went, and arrived in the large ball-room just as a dance was
being got up.
The three diabolical companions deemed it prudent now to separate, that
no undue attention might be drawn upon their movements.
And they went sauntering about the rooms, each upon the look-out for
any slice of luck which might turn up.
Hunston had added a long red cloak to his costume, so as to envelope
his figure and cover his arm, for fear of accidentally running across
Harkaway or Harvey, or in fact, any of the party.
In this cloak he was wrapped, and silently watching two young and
lovely girls, whose grace and elegance were commanding universal
One was fair as a lily, with light, golden, wavy hair, and full blue
This beautiful girl it was who excited Hunston's curiosity
"Who can she be? Perhaps Harvey's daughter," he thought
Now these two were equally lovely to gaze upon, the beauty of each
being of a totally different character.
"If we can but spirit little Emily away to the mountains," said Hunston
to himself, "I shall be able to repay them for all I have suffered.
Nay, more, I shall be able to satisfy the greed of Mathias and the
band, by making the accursed Harkaway disgorge some of his enormous
A hand was placed upon his shoulder.
"It is I," said a voice in his ear.
And looking up, he beheld the devil in the red feather.
"Hush! I have to rejoin a lady now, to whom I am engaged for the
"She accepted at once a dance with the devil; I'll lead her a devil of
And the brigand captain laughed hugely at his own conceit.
But Hunston was not in laughing humour.
"I'm glad to find you so merry, captain."
The Greek did not observe his gloomy manner; he only replied--"You will
be merry, too, when I tell you the cause."
"I have no thought for the pleasures of these fools," said Hunston,
gruffly; "I only think of business."
"And yet you are going to dance, Captain Mathias."
"For business reasons, solely," said the Greek.
"My partner is positively bristling with diamonds," said the brigand,
Hunston was interested immediately.
"Aye! diamonds; and such diamonds, too. There is one as big as a nut, I
"I must see this lady."
"Where is she to be seen?"
"Come with me," said the captain.
Away they went, squeezing through the crowds of dancers and maskers,
until they came to the smaller ball-room, where a lady stood in
conversation with a big man, admirably got up as a knight of the olden
The lady Hunston recognised at a glance, from the description which
Mathias had given of her jewels.
Her finely-rounded arms were encircled by bracelets, set with the
richest diamonds, that matched a necklet of priceless worth apparently.
She wore a tiara, too, of the same costly making and setting.
The dance began.
It was a waltz.
Now the gallant Mathias acquitted himself to perfection in the dance,
carrying his fair and richly-attired partner through the crowded room
without getting at all jostled by the dancers.
Hunston followed their movements with the greatest possible interest,
and as they shot past him for the third time round the room, he
contrived to take from the Greek captain's hand one of the lady's
bracelets which he had with some dexterity removed.
The next round he was less successful.
As they shot past, the brigand's hand was outstretched, but Hunston
missed it, and a glittering object dropped to the floor. Hunston
stooped to recover it, when--
"The lady has dropped something," said a voice in his ear.
"What lady?" he demanded, recovering himself quickly,
"Ah! I see. But was it the contessa?" he asked.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. It is the lady dancing with your half-brother."
Hunston started a little after these words.
They sounded very unpleasantly in his ear.
He had evidently been associated with Mathias by the speaker.
Now the latter was a strange-looking little being.
A stunted man, with broad, square shoulders, and got up to represent
the description which Victor Hugo has given us of his creation of
"That is the contessa?" said Hunston, recovering his presence of mind.
"I am very glad of it, for I shall be able to restore this to its
Hunston arose, and with a slight inclination of the head, crossed the
room, as if in search of the contessa.
The dwarf regarded him eagerly as he went.
"That's a rum one," he said to himself. "He means to pocket the
contessa's bracelet. What a swindle! I thought there was something more
devilish about him than his dress."
* * * * *
Hunston fled precipitately to the gardens.
Close by the spot where he had previously met his companions in crime,
there was a man awaiting him with a big bundle.
"Matteo, is it you?"
"Good; give me the other dress out. Quick! I must change, and be back
before my absence can be noticed."
As he spoke, he had already torn from the hands of the man Matteo a
pair of trunks of blue cloth slashed with amber silk, and quick as an
eye could wink, he was into them.
And then he fastened on a similarly coloured mantle.
"Tell me, Matteo, does that change me?"
"Good! take this."
"Hush! hear all, see all, and say nothing. Away with you, now."
"Yes. Where to?"
"Back to the mountains, where we can always guard what we ourselves
Just then there was a commotion in the ball-room, and a voice was heard
to cry out--
"The contessa has lost her richest diamonds and other precious stones.
There are robbers here. No one must leave the grounds."
"By Heaven!" ejaculated Hunston; "we are lost."
HUNSTON'S ADVENTURE--MOLE IN A MAZE--HE MEETS AN EVIL SPIRIT--
GROSS OUTRAGE ON HIS WOODEN LEGS--MATHIAS IN TROUBLE-THE ASSASSIN'S
Quasimodo, who had detected one of the devils, was Magog Brand.
The audacity of the fearless Greek had carried him through so far, but
Quasimodo had spoilt him at last.
A number of gentlemen in the company began to inquire very minutely
into the affair.
Prominent amongst them was Harkaway.
He and Jefferson, prompt to act as ever, inquired into the
circumstances of this gross outrage, and then it was elicited that the
depredator was seen last in diabolical costume.
"A devil!" ejaculated one of the company. "Of course, I saw the man
"I too," said another.
"Yes, he wore a red feather in his high-crowned hat."
"No," said another; "a feather, it is true, but the feather was green,
I am sure."
Upon this, Magog Brand came forward.
"I saw it all done," he said. "I saw the man who did it"
"What, rob the contessa?"
"Yes, and as soon as I saw what It meant, I gave the alarm; but the
devil disappeared like greased lightning."
"There!" exclaimed half a dozen at once, "I said it was the devil."
"Yes," added one of the guests, eagerly. "What coloured feather had
"Red," ejaculated another, immediately.
"Green," retorted the opposite faction, loudly, but Magog Brand said--
"It was neither red nor green," said he, "but a bright yellow."
Now, while this inquiry was being proceeded with, nobody happened to
observe one singular circumstance.
That was the presence, the whole of the time, in the motley-coloured
crowd, of one of the diabolical trio in question.
This very devil no sooner heard the question raised about the coloured
feathers in their head gear, than he doffed his hat unperceived and
pulled out the feather.
And then, as the controversy grew warmer, he sneaked off.
He made all possible haste for the garden gate.
Once here he was about to rush through, when he was accosted by two
men, whose uniform gave him an unpleasant twinge.
They were gendarmes.
"You cannot leave the ground yet, sir," said one of them sharply.
"I don't wish to," replied the devil, promptly. "I come to bring you
"I beg your pardon," said the gendarme.
"A robbery has been committed."
"That is the reason you have had your orders to guard the gate. Oh, you
know it. Well, what you don't know is that the robbery is supposed to
have been committed by a masker dressed as I am. Take particular note
of my dress."
The gendarme grinned as he said this.
"Keep your eyes open. These are the contessa's particular orders."
"Trust me, sir."
"There is a reward if you capture the thief."
The gendarme laughed at this, and said, with an air of self-confidence
--"I think I shall get him."
The merry devil slapped the gendarme upon the back heartily.
"You are the sort of man for my money."
Saying which, he turned and left the spot.
Making his way to a place in the grounds previously agreed upon, he ran
across the brigand Matteo armed with a change of dress for him.
The spot selected was up one of the narrowest alleys in the grounds, at
the end of which was a species of Hampton Court maze in miniature.
Just as the diabolical one was about to divest himself of half of his
skin, Matteo gave the alarm.
"The devil!" ejaculated the masker, which was, perhaps, the most
natural exclamation he could make, all things considered. "What can
this be? Somebody watched me here."
He waited a minute or so in anxiety.
An unsteady footfall was heard upon the gravel walk, and a man in a
cloak came staggering along.
"They may call this a grand _fete_ if they like," he mumbled. "I
call it a shabby affair. Why, there's not a respectable drink in the
place. The lucky thing is that I have provided my own."
He had a bottle with him, and he sucked at it from time to time as he
staggered on, until all of a sudden he ran on to the alarmed masker,
who was growing impatient to change his garments.
The staggering one looked up, and seeing such an alarming figure
towering over him, he gave a wild howl and fled.
"The devil! the devil!" he shouted wildly. "Help! help!"
"Stop that fool, Matteo, or he will bring the whole house down about
Matteo seized the merrymaker, and was about to make short work with
him, when his superior held his hand.
"Put by your knife," he said; "not that. Hold him tight and threaten
him; but no knife."
But for this timely interference, it would have gone hard with the
unfortunate new-comer, who was our old friend Mole,
Mole, it should be noted, had been compelled to change his cork legs,
on which he could scarcely stand, for his old, familiar stumps, which
Harvey had brought with him in case any accident should occur.
"Forgive me, Mr. Devil," he implored, in drunken tones, "oh, forgive
"Mole!" exclaimed the devil, in a thrilling voice, "your evil deeds are
known to me."
"Oh, oh, oh!" groaned the wretched Isaac, piteously.
"Your time has come."
"Mercy, mercy!" gasped Mole.
"Give me a little time, Mr. Devil."
"Oh, do, do, for the sake of my twins," said Mole, in his most
persuasive manner, "and I'll stand any thing you like to--hic--to name.
Don't take me away, but come and liquor up with me."
"Silence!" thundered the irritable devil
"Away with you, and repent."
Mole staggered off.
As soon as he was gone, Matteo assisted his master to change his
garments, and in the space of five minutes at the outside, the devil
disappeared, and was replaced by a gay cavalier, habited in a rich
costume of blue slashed with amber, and a broad-brimmed sombrero.
The excitement occasioned by the impudent robbery of the contessa
Maraviglia's jewels had not by any means subsided, so the confusion
prevailing in consequence was highly favourable to Hunston's new
villany for trapping little Emily.
Nearing the entrance to the ball-room, he came to a conservatory, into
which Mr. Mole had strolled, or let us say staggered, and then dropped
into a seat.
Hunston glided in unperceived by Mole, and concealed himself behind
some thick shrubs close to him.
Mole was bent upon making himself comfortable.
The irrepressible bottle was out again.
"I feel," mumbled Mole, little thinking there was a listener near, "I
feel that I am a devil of a fellow. All the ladies love me, and all the
men fear me. I'm too much for anyone of them, ha, ha, ha! I've taken a
rise out of the devil himself."
Here he had a suck at the bottle.
"I'm getting quite familiar with evil spirits to-night," he said
grinning; "I don't think he will see me again in a hurry--he, he!" He
raised the bottle again to his lips, when a ghostly voice sounded in
He turned pale, and then got very red in the face.
"Who's there?" said Mole, looking nervously round; "come in, don't
knock; what a fool I am."
"Remember!" said the same hollow voice as before.
"Oh, Lor', oh, Lor'!" cried Mole; "I'm gone; he's there again."
"I'm gone, I'm going," cried Mole; "oh, Lor', oh, Lor'!"
And off he ran, Hunston following closely behind him.
Now Hunston got near enough to him to see that he was really trying to
get little Emily and Paquita to take care of him for a time, and walk
with him in the grounds.
"There will be two of them to take care of," said Hunston, following
them up as closely as was prudent; "that complicates matters. I hope
Matteo has taken his measures carefully."
They drew near to the entrance of the maze, and then Hunston began to
look anxiously about him for Matteo and the rest of their accomplices.
"I think we had better return," he heard little Emily say.
Suddenly a whistle was blown, and five or six men sprang out from the
In less time than it takes to record the outrage, the two girls were
seized and borne off in stout, relentless arms, their cries being
stifled by thick wraps thrown over their heads.
"To the small gate," exclaimed Hunston.
Mole recognised the familiar voice of Hunston, and the whole danger
flashed into his mind at once, sobering him most effectually.
"Hunston, you villain, I know you!" he cried. "And I will lose my life
rather than harm should come to these dear girls."
Hunston turned and faced him savagely.
"If you know me, Mole," he said meaningly, "then beware of me."
Mole's only reply was to grapple with him with all his strength.
But the foolish old man was hurled to the ground, and then one of the
brigands fell upon him, brandishing a huge knife.
Hunston here interfered, and gave a command which made the men laugh
A fresh outrage was perpetrated, and in the space of two minutes, Mr.
Mole found himself alone, and on his back.
"Hunston, you black-hearted thief," he cried, "I'll follow you if--"
He tried to rise, but down he went again.
He was lop-sided.
The brigands had amputated one of his wooden legs.
* * * * *
Leaving them for a moment, let us return to Mathias.
That daring scoundrel was not satisfied with having escaped a great
danger scot free, and made a very rich prize, but he must needs return
to the Palazzo Maraviglia in another dress, in quest of fresh plunder.
The fact was that he was flushed with wine.
Else he would have thought twice of returning.
Mingling with the crowd in the large ball-room, he came to a group
discussing the late robbery in great excitement, and as he was pressing
forward to learn what he could, he became entangled in a lady's lace
He turned sharply to apologise, and recognised the figure at once.
"The lovely Marietta," Mathias exclaimed.
She heard him, and made off to the other end of the room, closely
followed by Mathias, who had conceived a violent fancy for her.
"Stay, Senorita," he exclaimed, seizing her hand.
"What do you want with me?" said Marietta.
"Only to plead--"
"Nonsense," she exclaimed, interrupting him abruptly; "you don't know
"Let me plead--"
"Nay," said the persistent robber, "if you will not hear me speak, hear
And then, being an admirable mimic, he imitated her strut before the
looking-glass, and general coquettish behaviour in the dressing-room at
the villa, while he sang in a falsetto voice--
Rarely has been
A sweeter or better
Face or form seen.
"Hah!" cried the girl, starting back as if she had been shot.
Her first impulse was to faint.
But as soon as she gained the cooler air without, she recovered, and
collecting her senses a little, she gave a pretty shrewd guess at the
She was silly, yet not a bad-natured girl.
She saw her duty plainly enough.
She must make herself known at once to her master.
Harkaway was close at hand, discussing the robbery still with
The whole of this party were of course known to Marietta; so she made
straight up to Harkaway, and said hurriedly--
"Have that man seized, sir--see, that one who is following me. I am
Marietta. He has just said something to me which convinces me that he
was hiding in the villa to-night."
"Hullo!" exclaimed Harkaway, not a little startled at this sudden
address; "why, what in Heaven's name--"
"Lose no time," interrupted Marietta eagerly, "or he will go--see, he
has taken the alarm."
"The girl's right," said Jefferson, striding off after Mathias.
The latter now began to perceive that he had made a false step, and he
hurried through the crowded room towards the door, and was just passing
out, when a dwarfed and ugly figure leaped upon him.
So sudden was the attack that Mathias was capsized, and together they
rolled upon the floor.
"Let go!" said the Greek fiercely, "or I'll--"
"Not me!" exclaimed Magog Brand--for he was the Greek's assailant. "I
know you, my yellow-feathered devil, even though you have shed your
"Let go," hissed the Greek brigand, with compressed lips, "or I'll have
"I'll not let go," cried the brave little Brand. "I have got you,
villain, and will hold you. Ah!"
Mathias scrambled up, and tried to fly, but he was met with a blow from
Jefferson's fist which might have felled an ox in the shambles.
He dropped lifeless on the ground beside Magog,
And then a sudden outcry arose, for it was found that in that brief
struggle poor Magog Brand had been cruelly used.
A long-bladed poignard was buried up to the hilt in his side.
Death must have been almost instantaneous.
They tore the mask from Mathias' face, and thereupon an agent of the
secret police stepped forward and made known who it was.
"This is the notorious Mathias," he said. "One of the most daring of
the brigands hereabouts; we have been wanting him badly for some time
"You have got him," said Harkaway, "but oh!" he added, glancing at the
lifeless form of Magog Brand, "at what a price for us!"
At this juncture Harvey reached the spot, and taking in the whole scene
at a glance, he dropped on his knees beside the body of Magog Brand,
where Jefferson was already kneeling, seemingly half stupefied by the
"He has fainted," said he to Harvey.
Harvey shook his head mournfully.
"He'll never faint again, Jefferson."
"You surely--no, no, Brand, dear old boy, look up."
He faltered and broke down.
"Yes, Jefferson," said Harvey in deep emotion. "Poor Magog Brand is at
the end of his troubles and pleasures alike--he is dead!"
[Illustration: "'MURDER! ABDUCTION! SHOUTED MOLE HUNSTON IS HERE"--ADV
IN GREECE VOL II PAGE 39.]
THE PURSUIT OF THE BRIGANDS--THE BATTLE--VARYING FORTUNES--HOW
HUNSTON AND TORO WERE LAID BY THE HEELS.
Consternation was upon every face.
The catastrophe was so sudden and unlocked for, that the people about
were half stupefied with fear.
On one side lay poor Magog Brand, lately so full of life and animation.
On the other was his assassin, felled by the dead man's best friend,
the doughty Jefferson, and with scarcely more life in him than his
And while the people were staring hopelessly at each other thus, a
voice was heard giving the alarm hard by.
"Poor Brand, your murderer shall not escape," said Jefferson bitterly.
The noise continued, and presently the voice was recognised.
"It is Mole," cried Harkaway.
He was right.
Just then the poor old gentleman appeared upon the scene.
"Harkaway, Jefferson, Harvey!" he cried.
"What's the matter?"
"Murder!" returned Mole. "Hunston is here."
"By Heaven! I thought it," ejaculated Jefferson.
"He has carried off Emily and Paquita."
"I interfered, but they were too many for me. See how they have used
"Was he with the brigands?" demanded Harkaway.
"I suppose so. A whole mob of ruffians."
"Where are they gone?"
"By the small gate."
A hurried explanation ensued with the agent of the secret police, who
gave them a few words of comfort.
"He'll never be able to pass my men at the gate," said the officer,
with great confidence.
This was doubtful.
They knew too well Hunston's boldness and audacity.
But they lost no time in getting up a pursuit.
The contessa's stables were well furnished, and two horses were
speedily saddled for Harkaway and Jefferson.
Harvey, too impatient to wait for a mount, had rushed wildly away in
the direction of the small gate, followed by Mr. Mole.
Here he saw to his dismay that a scramble had taken place, in which the
gendarmes had got decidedly the worst of it.
The two who had been on guard at the gate had got very roughly handled,
one having a broken crown and the other showing an ugly wound in the
"They have gone this way, then?" exclaimed Harvey, eagerly.
"They made for the right," faltered one of the wounded men.
"Is it long?"
"No; a few moments."
"They can not get far," said the gendarme with the broken pate; "the
two girls were struggling hard with him."
"Hurrah!" cried Harvey. "I'll save my child yet."
"You are not the first in the hunt," said the other gendarme, speaking
with evident pain; "there are two black men after them."
"That must be Sunday and Monday," exclaimed Harvey.
And off he ran.
He bounded over the ground like a deer, and when he got about half a
mile further on, he came suddenly upon two men struggling.
One of them was a negro.
Who, in fact, but our old friend the Prince of Limbi, the faithful
The other was one of the Greeks, a face unknown to Harvey, but one who
has already figured in these pages.
And lying on the ground near him was a brigand struck down dead by
As Harvey came up, it was nearing the end of what had been a precious
tough fight. Monday was uppermost, and Matteo, who had gradually
succumbed to the wiry negro, was by this time in a very queer way
Monday held him by the throat, and in spite of his desperate efforts to
set himself free, Matteo had lost his breath.
And there he lay completely at the negro's mercy.
"There, you dam tief!" exclaimed the Prince of Limbi, "take dat, an'
dat, an' dat, an' now, be golly, have dis for a little bit in."
At every word he pressed harder and harder and jerked his adversary
The "little bit in" settled Matteo completely.
Something seemed to crack in the wretched Greek's throat, and he
"Monday, Monday!" said Harvey, eagerly, "where are they?"
"Hullo, Massa Dick!" said faithful Monday; "I'se gwine to give this
fellar toko an' den I'll jine yar."
"He's done for," said Dick, hastily. "Come now."
"He might come too," said Monday, in some doubt.
"Why, he'll never trouble anyone more," returned Harvey; "tell me,
where have they gone?"
"They went straight on."
"Good. Come or stay. I'll go," exclaimed Harvey.
And off he ran.
Monday gave his silent enemy a shake to see if it was all over.
"He's a gone coon," he said to himself. "I'll bolt off after Massa
Away he ran at a good swinging trot.
In about ten minutes more he came up with him.
And this was under the most alarming circumstances.
Not very long after this a horseman dashed up to the spot, and only
drew rein to give a glance at the lifeless form of the wretched Matteo.
"He's dead," said the horseman, who was none other than Jack Harkaway.
"This looks like some of Dick's handiwork. Dick or some of our party. I
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