We alighted in the Cornavin station, and as they moved at once towards the exit I followed. I expected them to take a carriage and drive off, and was prepared to give chase, when I found they started on foot, evidently to some destination close at hand.
It proved to be the Cornavin Hotel, not a stone's-throw from the station.
They entered, and went straight to the bureau, where the night clerk was at his desk.
I heard them ask for a person named Tiler, and without consulting his books the clerk replied angrily:
"Tiler!
Tiler!
Ma foi, he is of no account, your Tiler.
He has gone off from the dinner-table and without paying his bill."
"That shall be made all right," replied Lord Blackadder loftily, as he detailed his name and quality, before which the employe bowed low. "And might I ask," his lordship went on, "whether a certain Mrs. Blair, a lady with her child and its nurse, is staying in the hotel?"
"But certainly, milord.
They have been here some days. Salon and suite No. 17."
"At any rate, that's well, Falfani," said Lord Blackadder, with a sigh of satisfaction. "But what of your friend Tiler?
Thick-headed dolt, unable to keep awake, I suppose."
At that moment a shabbily dressed person approached Falfani, touched his hat, and offered him a note, saying:
"This must be for you, monsieur.
I heard your name—"
"From Tiler, my lord, aha!
This explains." And he passed the scrap of paper on to his employer.
"I'll be hanged if I see it!
He says the parties have gone, and that he is in close attendance; yet this fellow here," pointing to the clerk, "assures us she is in this very house.
I don't understand it, by Gad!"
"There is some fresh trick, my lord, you may be sure.
The devil himself isn't half so clever as this fine lady.
But we'll get at the bottom of it.
We shall hear more from Tiler, and we've got the lady here, under our hand."
"Ah! but have we?
This chap's as likely as not to be mistaken.
How do you know, sir," to the clerk, "that Mrs. Blair is still in the hotel?
When did you come on duty?
What if she left without your knowing it?"
"It could not be, milord.
See, it is marked in the register.
No. 17 is occupied. I could not let it. Mrs. Blair holds it still."
"But she may not be in it, all the same.
Can't you see?
She may retain it, but not use it."
"Look, my lord, look, there's one of her party, anyway," interposed Falfani, and he called his attention to a female figure standing a little aloof in the shadow of the staircase, and which I had already recognized.
It was Philpotts, "Mrs. Blair's" maid, and she was trying to attract my attention.
Lord Blackadder had not seen her, and now his eye, for the first time, fell upon me.
He turned on me furiously. "You! You! Still at my heels?
This is perfectly monstrous.
It amounts to persecution.
You still dare to intrude yourself.
Can I have no privacy?
Take yourself off, or I will not answer for the consequences."
I confess I only laughed and still held my ground, although my lord's outcry had attracted much attention.
Several people ran up, and they might have sided against me, when I heard a voice whisper into my ear:
"Come, sir, come.
Slip away.
My lady is dying to see you.