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      Then Mr Craw rose to the height of a great argument. He rescued his spectacles, rested his elbows on the table, and joined his still tremulous fingertips. Wisdom and authority radiated from him.

      “I am inclined,” he said, “to follow Mr McCunn’s advice and let you go. I do not propose to charge you. But, as Mr McCunn has said, in common decency you must be disarmed. Mr Barbon, will you kindly collect these gentlemen’s weapons.”

      The five were no longer wolves from the wilds: they were embarrassed political intriguers. Sullenly they dropped their pistols into the waste-paper basket which Barbon presented to them.

      Mr Craw continued:

      “I would repeat that what I have told you is the literal truth. Your countrymen were at Knockraw and dined here with Mr Barbon, but I did not meet them, for I only returned yesterday. As for Prince John, I do not know what you are talking about. Nobody like him has ever been in Castle Gay. You say that he was seen here this very morning. I suggest that your spies may have seen my friend Mr Charvill, who is spending a few days with me… But I am really not concerned to explain the cause of your blunders. The principal is that you have allowed yourself to be misled by an ex-servant of mine. I hope you have made his rascality worth his while, for it looks as if he might be out of employment for some little time.”

      Mr Craw was enjoying himself. His voice grew round and soothing. He almost purred his sentences, for every word he spoke made him feel that he had captured at last an authority of which hitherto he had never been quite certain.

      “I am perfectly well informed as to who you are,” he went on. “You, sir,” addressing Mastrovin, “I have already named, and I congratulate you on your colleagues, Messieurs Dedekind, Rosenbaum, Calaman, and Ricci. They are names not unknown in the political—and criminal—annals of contemporary Europe… You have put yourself in a most compromising position. You come here, at a time when you believe that my staff is depleted, with a following of your own, selected from the riffraff of Portaway. You were mistaken, of course. My staff was not depleted, but increased. At this moment there are ten of my servants, all of whom served in the War, waiting outside this door, and they are armed. Any attempt at violence by you would have been summarily avenged. As for your ragamuffin following, you may be interested to learn that during the last hour or two they have been collected by my keepers and ducked in the Callowa. By now they will have returned to Portaway wiser and wetter men…

      “As for yourselves, you have committed a grave technical offence. I could charge you, and you would be put at once under arrest. Would it be convenient for the Republican Party of Evallonia to have some of its most active members in a British dock and presently in a British gaol?… You are even more completely in my power than you imagine. You have attempted to coerce an important section of the British Press. That, if published, would seal the doom of your party with British public opinion. I have not only my own people here to report the incident in the various newspapers I control, but Mr Tibbets of the Wire is present on behalf of my chief competitors, and at my request has put himself in a position also to furnish a full account.”

      “But,” said Mr Craw, moving his chair back from the table and folding his arms, “I do not propose to exact any such revenge. You are free to go as you came. I will neither charge you, nor publish one word of this incident. But a complete record will be prepared of this evening’s doings, and I warn you that, if I am ever troubled again in any way by you or your emissaries, that record will be published throughout the world’s Press, and you will be made the laughing stock of Europe.”

      Mr Craw ceased, pressed his lips, and looked for approbation to Dougal, who nodded friendlily. Mastrovin seemed about to reply, but the nature of his reply will never be known. For Dickson broke in with: “You’d better hurry, gentlemen. You should be at Fallatown within the next three-quarters of an hour, if your yatt is to catch the tide.”

      This final revelation of knowledge shut Mastrovin’s lips. He bowed, and without a word led his friends from the room, after which, through the lines of Mackillop’s deeply disappointed minions, they descended to the front door and their cars. Dickson chose to accompany and speed the parting guests.

      With their departure Mrs Brisbane-Brown entered the library from the ante-room, where she had waited under Mr McCunn’s strict orders. Jaikie and Alison, whose heads were very close together in the little balcony, observed her arrival with interest.

      “Aunt Hatty has been really anxious,” said the girl. “I know that look on her face. I wonder if she’s in love with Mr Craw. I rather think so… Jaikie, that was a horrid strain. I feel all slack and run down. Any moment I expected to see those devils shoot. I wouldn’t go through that again for a million pounds.”

      “No more would Mr Craw. But it will have made a man of him. He has been under fire, so to speak, and now he’ll be as bold as brass.”

      “He owes it all to you.”

      “Not to me,” Jaikie smiled. “To me he very nearly owed a bullet in his head. To Dickson McCunn. Wasn’t he great?”

      The girl nodded. “Mr McCunn goes off in a fury of romance to see a rather dull princeling depart in a boat, because he reminds him of Prince Charlie. And he comes back to step from romance into the most effective kind of realism. He’ll never give another thought to what he has just done, though he has saved several lives, but he’ll cherish all his days the memory of the parting with Prince John. Was there ever such an extraordinary mixture?”

      “We’re all like that,” was the answer.

      “Not you. You’ve the realism, but not the sentiment.”

      “I wonder,” said Jaikie.

      Ten minutes later Mr McCunn was refreshing himself in the library with a whisky-and-soda and sandwiches, for the excitements of the night had quickened his appetite.

      “I got the idea,” he explained to Dougal, “by remembering what Bismarck said during the Schleswig-Holstein affair—when he was asked in Parliament what he would do if the British Army landed on German soil. He said he would send for the police… I’ve always thought that a very good remark… If you’re faced with folk that are accustomed to shoot it’s no good playing the same game, unless you’re anxious to get hurt. You want to paralyse them by lapping them in the atmosphere of law and order. Talk business to them. It’s whiles a very useful thing to live in a civilised country, and you should take advantage of it.”

      “Ay,” he continued, “I accompanied yon gentry to the door. I thought it my duty to offer them a drink. They refused, though their tongues were hanging out of their mouths. That refusal makes me inclined to think that it will not be very long before Prince John sits on the throne of Evallonia. For it shows that they have no sense of humour, and without humour you cannot run a sweetie-shop, let alone a nation.”

      CHAPTER 20

       VALEDICTORY

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      Next evening the sun, as it declined over the Carrick hills, illumined a small figure plodding up the road which led to Loch СКАЧАТЬ