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Title: Blind
Author: Fred M White


Published in The Windsor Magazine, December, 1902.



A pool of light fell upon the table from rose-tinted lamps half hidden
in a mass of flowers and foliage--blood-red chrysanthemums and chestnut
leaves. The rest of the room lay in ruddy shadow picked out here and
there with a plate or a picture. One great carved bookcase had a
suggestion of sombre life in its bold panels. In one corner stood an oak
cabinet, and on it another shaded lamp glinting upon a magnificent
hawthorn-blue jar and a small, deeply framed gem of Millet's. But for
the shades, the electric light would have been garish, bizarre, out of
place, a false note amidst surroundings almost mediaeval.

Under the small lamp, with his feet against one of the big brass dogs in
a deep Cromwellian oak chair, the owner of Barsac Castle sat. A young
man in the prime and vigour of youth, a man with clear-cut, resolute
face, yet so pale that his black moustache looked vivid against his
fine-grained skin. A powerful face, yet overcast with an expression of
deepest sorrow, tempered ever and again by a suggestion of passionate
self-pity. You can see the same look on the face of a soldier who has
lost a limb, or a statesman in the hour of defeat. And when you looked
again and saw those strong, sinewy hands feeling for something along the
table, you knew that Count Ferdinand Barsac was blind. And you knew also
in some subtle way that the affliction was of comparatively recent date,
and that the strong man still fought passionately and rebelliously
against the decree of Fate.

He looked swiftly towards the door as the curtains fell back and a
servant entered. Barsac's face changed as if a mask had suddenly fallen
over it.

"Well, Werther?" he asked, in the mingled tone of geniality and command
generally assumed towards a confidential servant. "You are really
getting too audacious. Don't you know that I am never to be disturbed
after dinner? What is it? A pressing telegram or something of that

"A messenger from the Court of Queen Hilda, my lord," Werther replied.
"He is charged with a message from the Queen herself."

"And is bound to deliver it in person," a muffled voice came from the
door. "Werther, you may go. Upon my word, Count, you have magnificent
quarters here. What would I not give for such artistic surroundings as
these? Rubens, Rembrandt, Titian, Benvenuto, Cellini--all the treasures
of all the ages, and the electric light to give it the one modern touch.
It is a perfect dream of beauty."

Barsac made no reply for the moment. His face was all broken up and
quivering with the lines of an ill-suppressed passion, as the ice on a
river breaks up when the Spring comes. He rose to his feet and touched
the dream of shaded light and high-piled floral beauty on the table.

"Brother virtuoso," he said at length. He spoke with deep, sarcastic
note. "Here is a red flower, and here is a chestnut frond with five
leaves. Behind you is a blue vase for which Valeria Barsac sold the
honour of our house. I can name everything as it stands; I can see every
flower and leaf arranged still as they were the last time I looked upon
them. Heavens! Am I and my services to the kingdom of Farsala so soon
forgotten that even the flaneurs about the Court are ignorant of my
great affliction?"

The new-comer crossed the room and touched Barsac affectionately on the

"My dear Ferdinand," he said, "your services and your misfortunes will
never be forgotten by the Queen. Have you quite forgotten your old
friend De Mormay?"

"De Mormay!" Barsac cried. "Well, I suppose I must make an exception in
your favour, though you did find your way here by means of a trick. For
five years I have denied myself to everybody, though I am but four miles
from the capital. How your voice brings back the old times to me. Sit
down, Antony. There are cigars on the table."

"Thanks, but I see no signs of your own cigar."

"I have given up tobacco. Most blind men do in time. There is no solace
in a cigar unless you can see the smoke rising. All is well at the

"All is confoundedly ill at the Court!" De Mormay replied, as he pulled
a chair up to the fire and lighted his cigar. "When I said I came with a
message from the Queen, I stated no more than the truth. Often as I have
longed to see you, my dear Ferdinand, I have ever respected your wish to
be left strictly alone. Five years ago you went to Paris, one of the
most envied men in Europe. You were young, rich, and handsome. Off your
own bat you had scored the consolidation of Farsala and placed our
beautiful young Queen securely on the throne. Then we heard suddenly
that you had come home and that you had transformed yourself into a
recluse of the deepest dye. You had lost your eyesight owing to an

Barsac rose to his feet, his face quivering with passion, self-pity,

"It was no accident," he said hoarsely. He paced the room with assured
strides, his nervous fingers touched objects with the same assurance
that one with sight had done. "It was the work of a vile scoundrel whom
I trusted. There was a woman in it--'a rag and bone and a hank of hair,'
as Kipling sings! Oh! it was no accident."

"A duel, perhaps?" De Mormay said. "No man could deliberately----"

"But I tell you he did. I found the scoundrel out; I could have exposed
him. He discovered what I knew, and he took this diabolical means to
render me helpless. But I am not going to speak of that--the story must
ever be my own. I am lord of my own castle here, De Mormay, the last bit
of the old feudalism in up-to-date Farsala. Some day my servants will
find that man--they are looking for him everywhere. And when they do
find him, he will be lured here and I shall have my revenge."

Barsac was speaking slowly now and lingering on his words. To watchful
De Mormay there seemed to be a touch of melodrama in the situation. He
could see those sightless eyes upturned, the hard vengefulness of the
face, the grim determination of the lips. The surroundings were all in
keeping, too--the dark walls, the oak panels, the feeling of strength
and security. And four miles away the people were laughing in the
theatres and screaming over music-hall stars. Without question, Barsac's
wrongs had injured brain as well as sight.

"But that is all by the way," the Count resumed more quietly. "I am
still deeply interested in politics. My faithful Werther keeps me well
posted. The Queen will have to get rid of Rustmann. That fellow is in
the pay of Russia. Still, so long as you keep strictly to the letter of
my Deed of Convention, Farsala is safe and the Ural mines will ever
replenish the exchequer. It was the finest thing I ever did."

De Mormay drew his chair up a little closer.

"It was the Convention I came to consult you about," he said. "Russia is
making trouble, and Rustmann is backing her up. Russia claims the right
of pre-emption in the mines under Clause V. This will touch Queen
Hilda's private fortune also."

"My dear fellow, there was no right of pre-emption at all. I was
particularly careful on that point. Clause V. was devoted to the Jewish
poll-tax basis. There is one thing I pride myself upon, and that is my
memory. I could repeat the Convention by heart."

De Mormay's gay face clouded slightly. From his breast-pocket he produced
a large sheet of parchment and laid it on the table.

"That is very strange," he said. "Here is Clause V. set out exactly as
Russia claims it. Let me read it to you.. .. What do you think of that,
my friend? And yet you were so painfully careful that you wrote every
word of this document yourself. It will be exceedingly hard for Farsala.
What do you think?"

"I think," Barsac replied, "that the whole thing is a clever and
audacious forgery. The parchment has been stolen and tampered with. By
some ingenious means the least important clause in the agreement has
been removed and this vital paragraph inserted. De Mormay, I have often
longed passionately for my eyesight, but never as I long for it now.
Unless some miracle gives me back my eyes, Farsala is helpless."

Barsac strode up and down the room impatiently. He shivered as with
cold. He took a couple of logs from the basket and tossed them on the
fire easily as a man possessed of sight would have done. De Mormay
watched him curiously.

"The enemy had counted upon this," he said. "Our chief, our only
witness, is as useless as a dead man. Could you but see, you could
refute the forgery. The Russian minister told me somewhat cynically that
if you could give legal testimony, he would have nothing further to say.
Your eyes are not destroyed, Ferdinand?"

"No, it is paralysis of the optic nerve. A tiny thing, and yet so great.
Specialists say that some day a ridiculously easy cure will be found."

"My dear fellow, it is found. I have the man who guarantees to cure

Barsac paused in his impatient strides. "Who is this man?"

"A brilliant mystery. He came to the capital a year ago, since when he
has performed some wonderful cures. He makes a huge income, lives in the
most extravagant style, and for amusement goes in for political
intrigue. This Jasper Manton is especially great upon eye troubles. A
friend of mine who had lost his sight owing to paralysis consulted
Manton, and to-day he can see as well as I can. When the difficulty over
the Convention arose, it occurred to me to ask the Queen what the source
of your loss of sight was. When she told me, with one accord we both
cried 'Manton!' For a special fee Manton will operate on you."

Barsac suddenly sat down again. He was palpably placing a great
restraint upon his feelings. The long, sinewy hands were locked

"Does the man know who his patient is to be?" he asked.

"Well, no. First of all, you had to be consulted, and in any case it was
best to keep the matter a secret as long as possible. I told you this
Manton was fond of political intrigue, and he might guess too much.
Besides, I want to spring a surprise upon the Russian minister. Manton
knows that he is wanted for a friend of mine, and he is prepared to
place himself in my hands at any time. Personally, I regard him as an
unscrupulous adventurer; but so long as he serves our purpose, that
matters nothing. You will have to lie up for a fortnight afterwards and
be nursed, but all the details you can leave to me. The point is--are
you willing to try the experiment?"

Barsac laughed unsteadily. He grasped De Mormay by the hand

"Aye, aye," he said hoarsely. "You give me new life and hope. Anyway,
things can't be worse than they are. I am ready for your man at any

De Mormay swaggered down the avenue to the place outside the great gates
where he had left his carriage. On the whole he was exceedingly pleased
with the success of his mission. He stood for a moment utterly
unconscious that a woman was speaking to him. She was dressed as a
nurse, she was tall and young, and presently it was borne in upon De
Mormay that she was exceedingly beautiful. A born squire of dames, De
Mormay was all attention.

"I know where you have been, Baron," the girl said breathlessly, "and
why. You are going to try an experiment upon Ferdin--I mean Count
Barsac--and it will be successful. But not for long, unless I am close
at hand to ward off danger, the terrible danger that is sure to follow.
Oh! I cannot say more--I have said too much already. You will want a
nurse presently. I implore you to let me fill the post."

The girl spread out her hands with a gesture of passionate entreaty. Her
beauty and the purity of her face touched the suspicious man of the
world. "Surely an extraordinary request?" he replied.

"Oh! I know it. You must deem me to be a mad woman. And yet I am sane
enough, and I know only too well what I am talking about. Unless you let
me have my way, you will never succeed. Avail yourself of my advice and
my assistance, and you will be glad of it all the days of your life."

De Mormay hesitated and was lost. A good judge of humanity, he could see
nothing but honesty and sincerity here.

"If your credentials are good," he said, "I might----"

The girl gave a little cry of delight. Her face lighted up wonderfully.

"Then I am going to undertake the task," she said. "Dr. Sergius, the
late Court physician, will speak for me. Here is my card, Baron de
Mormay. Ask Dr. Sergius about me, but do not mention my apparently
strange request. Then you can let me know."

De Mormay bowed and indicated his carriage.

"It is practically settled," he said. "And now may I have the pleasure
of driving you as far as the capital?"

"No, no, it would be dangerous, too great a risk. Thank you a thousand
times. Let me say 'Good-night,' and God bless you!"

She disappeared into the heart of the night, leaving De Mormay in a
state of bewilderment that he had never experienced before.



The brilliant enigma called Jasper Manton was at breakfast. He had a
fine set of rooms looking over the royal park in Farsala's capital, and
here he was wont to entertain the wildest and wittiest who gathered
round the Court of Queen Hilda.

There was a certain dainty femininity, a suggestion of the boudoir and
the scent-bottle about the rooms that kept the more robust element away.
The pictures were a little too French, the draperies too light. A smell
of cigar smoke was painfully in evidence, objectionably so at that hour
of the day; a litter of cards, hundreds of the polished black and red
specks, lay on the floor.

The man himself sat playing nervously with a slice of dry toast and a
glass of hot water, though the table was laden with tempting things.
There was a certain tremor of the hand and a quivering of the drooping,
furtive eyes that told plainly of a too reckless pursuit of pleasure on
the night before. A small, lean, active man, a man built on feline
lines, a dangerous enemy who gave the suggestion of striking deep, but
ever in the dark.

"Bad to worse!" he muttered. "Did ever anyone have such cruel luck with
the cards? And they were watching me last night, I am certain of it. I
wonder if some of my quondam French friends have tracked me here?. .. .
Come in!"

A servant entered with a card. Manton's face cleared. He poured himself
out a small glass of brandy and swallowed it hastily.

"Shovel up those cards, Alphonse," he said, "and ask Baron de Mormay to
come in."

De Mormay entered, suave, frostily polite, and with an assumption of
faint contempt that brought the blood into Manton's face.

"You do me honour," the latter said.

"I do nothing of the kind, my dear fellow," De Mormay replied, "and you
know it. I do not play cards, and I am practically a teetotaler. I used
to play cards once--in France--and I learnt some queer tricks there."

"I don't quite follow your meaning, Baron."

"Not this morning, perhaps. As your intellect clears, you will divine my
thoughts. Meanwhile, I am here on behalf of the prospective patient I

"The mysterious man who desires secrecy," Manton replied. "In such case
my fee is a heavy one. A thousand gold crowns----"

"A thousand gold crowns before we leave the room, and five thousand
more, provided that your operation is successful. Will that suit you?"

"Princely!" Manton cried. His face cleared like an April sky. Here was a
way out of a great difficulty. It seemed almost providential. "The money
is as good as in my pocket. When shall I have the pleasure of earning

"So that you may take up that forged bill of old Solomon Ernst's, due in
a day or two," said De Mormay coolly. "For purposes of my own, I have
taken the liberty of prying into your private affairs. You see, I want
to convince you of the vital importance of giving yourself over heart
and soul so far as this operation is concerned. Succeed, and you are
safe. Fail--but, really, we need not discuss the possibilities of

Manton waved his hand impatiently. A burning spot of colour flamed on
either cheek. His professional honour was touched; unscrupulous as he
was, he took the greatest pride and interest in his work. Here money was
not the sole consideration.

"When am I to demonstrate my operation?" he asked.

"To-day. Now. Everything is ready, the nurse engaged; for a fortnight my
friend has followed out your regimen to the latter. What do you say?"

Manton nodded. He was trembling from head to foot, and words were
difficult to him. More than once lately his nerves had played him the
trick on the threshold of a dangerous operation. De Mormay pointed
cynically to the brandy decanter.

"A little more of that," he said, "and your professional career is
likely to be brief. You are further gone than I anticipated. A few days'
strict training----"

Manton filled himself a bigger glass of brandy and tossed it down with a
swagger. A moment later he held out his hand across the light.

"There!" he said, "steady as a rock, light as a thistledown. Had I known
of this visit of yours, my doors would have been barred to my friends
last night. I am ready now to operate upon an emperor or an
engine-driver. Lead the way."

A pair of high-stepping bays covered the ground between the capital and
Barsac Castle swiftly. Manton chatted brilliantly all the time, De
Mormay for once was grave and preoccupied. Presently the two found
themselves in the big dining-room where Barsac usually spent most of his
time. He was in his bedroom now, where he was likely to be for some days
to come.

"A magnificent room," Manton murmured. "Handsome, massive, and yet with
a suggestion of lightness, and all in perfect taste. The pictures are a
dream; those portraits--who is that above the Flemish buffet?"

Manton's voice rose almost to a scream and then cracked suddenly. He was
trembling from head to foot, smitten with some terrible overwhelming
terror. Deeply preoccupied and ill at ease, all those emotions passed
over De Mormay's head.

"Eh! what?" he asked. "What? That is Count Ferdinand Barsac. Do you know

"I fancied I did," Manton stammered. "But I see now that I have been
deceived by a chance likeness. Any relation to my new patient?"

"He is your patient," said De Mormay, and lapsed into a brown study

Manton crossed the room and looked out of the window. His face was
ghastly grey and drawn; his overstrung nerves were twitching at the lips
till they quivered. He half glanced towards the door, as a detected
criminal might do. Then his hand fell upon a pocket lined with De
Mormay's money; he thought of that bill of Solomon Ernst's, and he took
a pull at himself. Old Werther came into the room.

"The Count is ready, Baron," he said. "Will you come this way, sir?"

Manton drew back for De Mormay to precede him. He looked more like a man
marching to his own funeral than a brilliant surgeon going to a further
triumph. The small bag of instruments he carried in his hand trembled
and clinked. He took a big lozenge from his pocket and placed it in his

Barsac lay back in a large arm-chair facing a long window. A nurse
flitted about the room, ever busy, but keeping her back towards the
others, Manton took but slight notice of her. There was no butchery
about the forthcoming operation, so that, until the whole thing was
over, the services of the nurse would not be required.

"You are quite ready for me?" Manton asked. "Excuse me if I speak a
little thickly; but I am handling a powerful drug, and I have to keep a
sort of anaesthetic between my teeth."

"I am ready and eager," Barsac cried. "Pray begin."

Manton hesitated. He placed certain instruments on the table, moving
them about in a vague, objectless kind of way. For some reason he seemed
loth to begin. Then he opened a small phial of some pungent liquid and
dipped a camel's-hair pencil into the drug. Barsac lay back with his
face up-turned. At the first touch of the liquid on his face he
blenched. Presently his eyes were covered with a thick brown scum. There
was pain behind it, for the patient groaned. A cap was fitted over his
head, and to this a battery was attached. For quite a long time the hum
of the battery and the laboured breathing of the patient was all that
could be heard. Manton's face was pale as death, great drops of sweat
stood on his forehead.

It was all over at length, the business finished. Swiftly Manton bound a
silk handkerchief over the patient's eyes. He stood for ten minutes like
a statue with his watch in his hand. He closed it with a snap.

"Now raise the handkerchief, but only for an instant, and open your
eyes," he said.

[Blind-02.jpg] "I CAN SEE! HE SCREAMED."

Barsac did so. Then there came from his lips a yell that rang through
the Castle. He stood up almost defiantly before them.

"I can see!" he screamed, "see, see, see! Let me look at the man

"For the love of Heaven get him down, gag him, strangle him," Manton
said in the same low, muffled voice. "The nerve will be destroyed. A few
seconds longer, and all the surgeons in the world could not remedy the

De Mormay fairly launched himself upon Barsac and bore him back into
the chair, whilst Manton restored the bandage. Barsac was laughing and
crying in the same breath.

"I am all right now," he said. "Naturally, I lost my head for a moment.
And I was anxious to see the benefactor who had brought this merciful
blessing to me. Doctor, are you there?"

"I am here," Manton said hoarsely.

"The last time I could see, I looked upon the most infamous scoundrel I
ever knew. And just now, when my eyes were opened again for an instant,
the same scoundrel was standing before me. Was not that strange?"

Manton exclaimed that there was nothing strange about it. He discoursed
learnedly of the retina and the like, but he seemed to be terribly ill
at ease.

"You will be all right now," he said. "To-day you are not to remove the
bandage. To-morrow--in a darkened room--you may do so for five minutes
twice. In a day or two I will come and see you again. But I will tell
the nurse what to do."

He got away at length. He would walk back to the capital; he was ill,
and the fresh air would do him good. He literally staggered from the
room; a long, shuddering sigh burst from his lips once he was alone. The
nurse was waiting him.

"I wanted to speak to you," he said. "If----Helen!"

He could say no more. He stood before the girl, bereft of speech.

"Yes, this has been a day of surprises," she said quietly. "First you
find Barsac as your patient, and now you find me. Was it successful?"

"Absolutely. Why do you ask? Surely you don't----"

"I had forgotten that you wanted money desperately, and that you had
been promised an enormous fee if successful. But there is danger for you
now, and you would do anything to avert that danger once your fee is
paid. It is to see that no further mischief is done that I am here. Do
you understand me?"

Manton shook his head moodily.

"No, I don't," he said. "Clever as I am, I never professed to understand
a woman."


Barsac lay abed thinking, dreaming, fighting the past, or planning for
the future--anything but sleeping, which was his only and legitimate
business there. The best part of a week had elapsed since the operation,
and the patient had progressed satisfactorily. Only once Manton had been
to see Barsac, and then merely for a moment in a darkened room. There
was no occasion for him to come again, he said; time and a rigid
adherence to the rules laid down by the nurse were only necessary now.
Besides, Manton had an urgent call to Vienna which he could not possibly

To all this the nurse had listened in rigid silence. Barsac was inclined
to talk at times, but the taciturnity of his companion drove him back on
himself. Yes, she was wonderfully kind and attentive, she seemed to
anticipate every want and requirement, she was always at hand. Barsac
wondered if she were young and pretty; certainly her hands were soft and
soothing, and the subtle fragrance of her hair suggested dreams of
beauty. Her voice was not pleasing, it was too low and too hard. Well,
Barsac's natural curiosity would be gratified in a day or two.

Hitherto he had been an exemplary patient. Now he was getting irritable
and impatient. He longed to get the bandages off his eyes, he wanted to
see the beauties of Art and Nature again. Surely a few hours more or
less could make no difference?

So he lay there till the great clock over the stable chimed the midnight
hour. How wonderfully still the Castle was! It might have been a palace
of the dead. The marvellous quietness was getting on Barsac's nerves. He
rose presently and half dressed himself. Then he felt his way down the
stairs until he came to the dining-room. He moved now with a free and
accustomed step.

He could touch every object there, he could see everything in his mind's
eye; the recollection of everything, down to the Cellini spill-cups on
the mantel, was perfectly clear. If he could only really see them! He
switched on the electric light, then he stood trembling there like a
child about to do wrong.

"I must see those things," he murmured. "I must."

He plucked the bandage from his eyes much as a child would have done.
Just for an instant a red wave with points of flame in it filled the
room, and Barsac sat trembling with something like fear. An instant
later, and the mist passed away. There come pure joys at rare intervals
in most lives, but never a sweeter and rarer than the joy that filled
Barsac at the moment.

He had to hold on to himself as he sat in his chair. A round Florentine
mirror close by showed him his own shining eyes. There was neither
weakness nor suggestion of weakness there. He would never wear that
bandage again.

His eyes were clear and bright as a star. Never had he so thoroughly
appreciated the beauty of his home before. He saw the shaded lights
glowing through the artistic tangle of flowers and fern he saw how the
pictures stood out on the red-tinted walls. For a little time Barsac
fairly revelled in it all.

Then his mood changed. He was filled with a passionate resentment
against the man who had robbed him of five precious years. Only now he
fully realised what he had missed. If he could only have that scoundrel
here now and kill him, he felt that the full measure of his satisfaction
would be running over. But he could track the fellow now. He would run
him down to the end of the world.

As Barsac rose, a sudden cry smote on the startled air. It was a woman's
cry of pain and distress, ending suddenly as if some strong hand had
choked it. There was a sound overhead like somebody stealthily crossing
Barsac's bedroom. A burglar, doubtless. In his slippered feet Barsac
crept upstairs.

There was no doubt whatever about it. Somebody was in the bedroom. On
tiptoe Barsac crept cautiously forward. He felt along the inside of the
doorway for the electric switch, there was a sharp treble click, and the
room was bathed in brilliant light. A man was bending over the bed. He
looked up with a startled cry. As his eyes met those of Barsac, he fell
back half paralysed on the bed.

Barsac fairly screamed with the ferocity of delight that filled him.
Truly the stare were on his side just now. He stood there panting as a
hound might do after he had pulled the quarry down.

"I am in luck to-day," he said between his quick, gasping breaths. "Oh!
my good angel has been kind indeed to me! So I have found you, Adrian!
You have come here after all the years, to your own destruction! Why?"

The man answered nothing. Speech was utterly beyond him. He had come
prepared to find a blind and helpless man, he had found one with all the
attributes of clean and vigorous manhood.

"I am going to kill you," Barsac said. All trace of anger had
disappeared now. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "None saw you come,
none shall see you go away. The moat is deep, and lead is here for the
asking. You shall die."

Still the intruder said nothing. He sat there watching Barsac with a
fascinated fear as a bird watches a snake.

"So you found out that I had recovered my sight," Barsac went on. "You
discovered that Science had found a way out for me, and you were
frightened. You knew that, once I could see again, I should follow you
to the ends of the earth. It was not enough that you robbed me of the
woman I loved, but you must also rob me of my sight. Time was when you
were my friend, Adrian, a friend whom I trusted in spite of many
warnings. Then I discovered what people had many a time hinted to
me--you were a card-sharper. You knew that I was watching you, that I
meant to denounce you. It was then that I allowed you to prescribe for
me for the little trouble I had with my right eye. To make yourself
safe, and to render me harmless, you destroyed my sight with your
infernal drug. You would still have posed as my friend, but I discovered
what had happened and I nearly killed you. There is the mark on your
forehead now. Why should I not kill you?"

The other remained silent. He glanced towards the door. Barsac smiled

"No avenue of escape there," he cried. "You came here to-night to repeat
your work. You could not have lived with the knowledge that I was my own
man again. And you came too late, my friend. You might have screwed up
your courage to the sticking-point a week ago. Do you know that I have
been sitting downstairs thinking of bygone days--longing to meet you!
And you are here. Get up!"

The last two words rang out clear and crisp. The trembling wretch on the
bed obeyed. From over a writing-table Barsac took down two
fencing-foils, rapiers keen and clean.

"Take one," he said. "I am going to kill you, but that does not of
necessity imply murder. You shall have a chance for your life."

"Brandy," the other man gasped. "Give me brandy."

Barsac shook his head. He stood waiting before the foe until the latter
should have summoned some of his lost manhood back again. Suddenly he
made a furious lunge at Barsac that the latter had some difficulty in
avoiding. The old trick of wrist and quickness of eye had not come back
to him yet.

"Would you?" he said between his teeth. "Then come on!"

The two blades crossed vigorously, for the other man was fighting for
his life, and well he knew it. Of the two, Barsac was incomparably the
better swordsman, but there was just a chance for his antagonist to

There was a lunge, a quick gasp, and a tiny spurt of blood ran down the
other man's collar. The room was filled with the din of clashing steel,
the tramping of feet, and the quick breathing of the swordsmen, when the
door opened and the nurse, pale and dishevelled, staggered in. Loudly as
she cried out, nobody heeded her.


A long ebony cane lay on the table. The nurse Helen snatched it up and
beat down the foils, heedless of her own danger.

"He struck me down and I fainted," she gasped, "or I should have been
here before. There must be no more of this. Put those murderous tools

"Helen!" Barsac gasped. "What does this mean? My good fortune must have
turned my brain. I shall wake up from my dream presently."

"I have been your nurse," the girl Helen said. "I came to--to save you
from a great danger."

"Ah! from that man yonder. He robbed me of my sight. Let me kill him!"

"Stop!" Helen cried. "He robbed you of your sight in Paris, and he has
given it back to you again. You know him as Jasper Adrian. But he is
your doctor--Manton."

Barsac dropped into a chair, utterly overcome.

"What does it all mean?" he asked feebly.

"I am going to tell you," Manton said suddenly. "When your friend Baron
de Mormay brought me here, I had not the remotest idea who my patient
was. When I found out, I made up my mind that the operation should not
be successful. But five thousand crowns hung on that result, and I
wanted them to keep me out of gaol. The operation was successful, and
only yesterday De Mormay paid me for you. Why I came here to-night you
can guess. I have no more to say."

Barsac turned somewhat coldly to the girl.

"Have you no explanation to offer?" he asked.

"Only this, Ferdinand. I came here to save you, I have been near you
always. I wrote and wrote, but I got no reply. When I knew that my half
brother was here----"

"Your what? Say it again."

"My half brother; Jasper is that. I should have told you before, but was
ashamed. He robbed you of your eyes, but he restored them again. And I
have saved you. Have a little mercy and a little gratitude, Ferdinand,
and let him go. If any of the love you once had for me remains, let him

The girl was pleading passionately, her beautiful face shone behind her
tears. A great struggle seemed to be going on in Barsac's breast.

"Follow me," he said. He led the way to the hall and flung open the

"Now go, and never let me see you again. Leave Farsala, and you are safe
as far as I am concerned. Nor need you have any anxiety as to your
sister; I will see to her."

Manton shot like a catapult into the heart of the night. Barsac led the
girl to the dining-room and placed her tenderly in a chair.

"My guardian angel," he murmured. "Truly I have been blind in more ways
than one. You need not tell me what happened this evening--I can divine
it all. Helen, does a little of the old love remain? Mine has never
ceased to burn bright and clear."

"Always the same," Helen whispered. "Semper eadem is our family motto.
Ferdinand, I cannot stay here. I must go back to my old friend Sergius."

"For a brief space," Barsac replied meaningly. "Then Dr. Sergius must
give you up to me for good and all. And I shall be an impatient lover."

Barsac lifted up the girl's hand to his lips, and then with a bow left
the room and closed the door behind him, the happiest man in the kingdom
of Farsala.

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From the Staats Journal, Dec. 5, 19--:

"It is with feelings of the most profound satisfaction that we have to
record a perfectly honourable and amiable understanding between Farsala
and Russia over the Ural mines pre-emption matter. Count Ferdinand
Barsac's mission to St. Petersburg has been crowned with success.
Therefore the claims under a clause in the Convention have been
abandoned. Whether or not there is anything in the rumour that the
Convention had been tampered with, it is impossible to say; at any rate,
now the drawer up of that document is happily blessed with sight again,
anything of the kind was pretty certain to be discovered. The
resignation of Count Rustmann opened the way to a better understanding
with Russia, and all is well that ends well. Count Barsac arrives here
on Friday next, when he and his beautiful bride are certain of a warm
reception. It is not given to every statesman to win a great diplomatic
triumph and a lovely wife within the space of a month. And Count Barsac
is to be warmly congratulated upon both happy events.

"Also undoubtedly he has solved the problem as to who is to be Prime
Minister in the near future."


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