In the rich glow of the autumn evening we sat together for some time, our hearts too full of grief for words. The future of both of us was filled with blank despair. My presence there brought back to her all the sweet recollections of those long-past days when she was free, and when to save her father from ruin she had so nobly sacrificed her love.
Presently the whirr of the motor-car announced Mr Murray’s return, and rising we went into the house to greet him. He welcomed me, but none too warmly I noticed. Probably he did not approve of my calling upon Ella now that she was engaged to marry the man who had so firmly established himself in his confidence.
Nevertheless, he asked me to remain to dinner, which I did gladly. He was a slow-speaking gentlemanly man, dark-eyed and dark-bearded, whom I had always liked.
From him I learned that Ella’s marriage was to take place in the village church of Wichenford in the first week in October, and that the honeymoon3 was to be spent in St. Petersburg. His words cut me like a knife.
“Gordon-Wright is down at his country place just now,” he remarked an hour later, as we all three sat at table in the great old panelled dining-room with the wax candles burning in the antique Sheffield candelabra. “We go to town next week, and he meets us there. He’s a good fellow. Do you know him?”
“I met him quite casually4 once,” I replied, glancing across at my well-beloved who had now exchanged her white dress for a black lace dinner gown, in the corsage of which was a single red rose—her favourite flower.
Ah! as I looked at her my heart was aflame. I loved her better than my life. Alas5! She could never now be mine—never.
I left early and drove back to Worcester through the pelting6 rain—with her rose that she had slipped into my hand at parting, a silent pledge that spoke7 volumes to me.
“Good-bye, dear heart!” she whispered. “We shall perhaps meet again in London.”
“Yes,” I said earnestly. “We must meet once again before your marriage. Promise me you will—promise?”
“I’ll try. But you know how very difficult it is to see you when I’m at Porchester Terrace. Aunt Henrietta is such an impossible person.”
“You must,” I whispered. And I would have clasped her to my heart and kissed her in adieu had not the statuesque man-servant stood by to hand me the mackintosh which Murray had lent me.
“Adieu!” she said again, and then touching8 her hand I mounted into the cart and went forth9 into the rain and darkness—into the night that was so like my own life.
After my return to Shepherd’s Bush ten weary days passed—each day bringing my love nearer that odious10 union. One morning I received an unexpected note from Lucie Miller11, saying that she and her aunt were in London again, at the Hotel Russell, in order to see her late father’s lawyers.
I called and left a card, for they were out.
Next day, just as I rose from Mrs Gilbert’s luncheon12 table and was about to enjoy a pipe in Sammy’s den—he being away at the club—visitors were announced.
It was Lucie, flushed and agitated13, and with her was Ella, who, the instant the door of the little sitting-room14 was closed, fell upon my neck, and without a word burst into a passion of tears.
“What does this mean?” I asked of Lucie, utterly15 taken aback.
“This will explain it.” And she drew out a green evening newspaper, one of those editions published at eleven o’clock in the morning. “Read for yourself,” she added, pointing to a bold headline.
I swiftly scanned the lines, and stood staring at them both.
What was printed there was utterly bewildering. I held my breath. Could it actually be true?
I cried aloud for joy, and pressing my love to my breast covered her pale sweet face with passionate16 kisses.
“Is this a fact?” I cried. “Is it really true?”
“Yes,” answered Lucie. “I have been to Half Moon Street myself and made inquiries17. Mr Gordon-Wright, it appears, returned home late last night after supper at the Savoy. He must have met some friends afterwards, for the hall-porter says he did not return till nearly two o’clock, and then seemed dazed and incoherent in his speech. He frequently saw gentlemen like that, and therefore pretended to take no notice. At eight o’clock this morning, when his valet took him his early tea, he found him half-dressed doubled up on the bed quite dead. Death from poisoning, the doctor has declared. To us the truth is quite plain. He is another victim of Himes’ terrible revenge!”
“And you, my darling, are free—actually free!” I cried, again kissing my dear heart’s face and beside myself with an unexpected joy.
Himes was evidently keeping his vow18 to exterminate19 all Miller’s friends—for what reason, however, was still an enigma20.
The situation now became utterly bewildering. In an instant I recognised the exact position. My well-beloved was not so enthusiastic as myself. She seemed terrified at the man’s terribly sudden end, and at the same time she held herself aloof21 from me. She held a secret, one which, as she had frankly22 told me, she would never divulge—not even to me. How could there be perfect love without perfect confidence? Again another difficulty was presented.
“I saw the report upon the posters in the streets, bought a paper, and learnt the truth,” explained Lucie. “I then took a cab at once to Porchester Terrace in search of Ella, and brought her straight here to you.”
“The fellow has got his deserts,” I said, in triumph. “He richly deserved such an ignominious23 end.”
“He supped with my father and myself at the Savoy last night, and drove home with us,” Ella said. “He left us about one o’clock, and promised to call and take me shopping in Bond Street at ten this morning, but never came.”
“And he will never trouble you more, darling,” I exclaimed, amazed that Himes should have acted with such daring so quickly after his terrible revenge upon Miller. It showed how unscrupulous and determined24 he was to carry out the threat that had escaped his lips. “You are mine at last—mine! mine!” I cried, pressing her again to me and covering her lips with kisses.
But she did not return my caresses25. She only pushed me forcibly from her, saying huskily:—
“It is true that man is dead, Godfrey—that I have no further fear of him—that my secret is safe. But you must give me time to think, Godfrey.”
“Yes,” urged her friend. “You must allow her time. The news of the fellow’s sudden end has upset her. The release has been so sudden that she cannot yet realise it. Release has also come to me,” she added. “Ah! you do not know the truth, Mr Leaf—it is surely stranger than any fiction ever written.”
“And may I not know it?” I asked quickly. “Remember that you have taken me into your confidence up to a certain point. Is Ella aware of the truth?”
“I think not,” she faltered26, with a hard expression on her face. “It is a disgraceful truth. Since my poor father’s death I have made certain startling discoveries that place matters in an entirely27 new light. I have been examining his private papers, and they have revealed to me facts which, so infamous28, cause me to hide my face from you in shame. I—I am not fit to be your associate or friend of Ella,” she added, in a hoarse29 painful whisper. “I confess to you both, because you have been my friends. I confess everything, even the fact that I learnt only three days ago.”
“What’s that?” I inquired.
“That I am, after all, what the world calls an adventuress—the daughter of an international thief!” was her low answer, her chin sunk upon her breast in an attitude of shame. “My poor father, whom I adored, was only a thief!” and she burst into tears.
For some moments I was silent. The door opened behind us, and Sammy, who had returned, stood upon the threshold, surprised that I had visitors.
I motioned to him to enter and close the door. Then I said:—
“Mr Sampson is my friend; we can speak before him, Miss Miller. Were you entirely unaware30 of your father’s real profession?”
“I swear that I was. I had no idea of it until three days ago, when I discovered proof positive that he was in association with certain men who were expert thieves.”
“Then your association with the fugitive31 Nardini was in no way connected with your father’s dishonesty?” I asked. “You have just said that Gordon-Wright’s death has set you at liberty. Will you not now tell us the truth, so that all may be open and straightforward32?”
She hesitated, and I saw that she naturally felt disinclined to condemn33 the man of whom she had all her life been so fond, and in whom she had so implicitly34 trusted. Many fathers act mysteriously in the eyes of their children. Mr Miller had ever been a mystery, and yet with filial affection she had never once suspected him of leading a double life.
“Yes,” urged Ella, “tell us all. Half an hour ago you told me that you are at last free—that the man who held me so entirely in his power also held you in his unscrupulous hands.”
Sammy said nothing. He had already condemned35 Lucie, and in his eyes she was but a mere36 adventuress.
“If I confess, Mr Leaf, I wonder if you and Ella will forgive me?” she exclaimed at last, in a hard, strained voice. “I assure you that I, like yourselves, have been merely a victim of circumstances.”
“Explain the truth,” I said, in a voice of sympathy, for I saw by the shame upon her countenance37 that she had been an innocent victim.
“Well,” she said, “it happened like this. We had been living at Enghien, outside Paris. The man I loved, Manuel Carrera, a young Chilian, had committed suicide because thieves had stolen a large sum of money of which he had accepted the responsibility, and I was broken-hearted and grief-stricken. We had left Paris and were in Brussels when the news reached me; therefore, when my father proposed that we should go on to Salsomaggiore, I welcomed the change. I never wished to place foot in Paris again. We had kept on the little apartment we had in Rome, where we usually spent the winter, but before going there we decided38 to take the cure. About a week after our arrival at the hotel at Salsomaggiore there came one of Italy’s best known statesmen, the Onorevole Giovanni Nardini, Minister of Justice, accompanied by his private secretary, a doctor named Gavazzi. My father—whom I have since discovered had obtained private information of Nardini’s shady financial transactions—at once cultivated his acquaintance, as well as that of Gavazzi, and while we were taking the cure we became quite intimate friends.
“On our return to Rome His Excellency often invited us to his fine house in the Via Vittorio Emanuele, and several times we went out to luncheon at the Villa2 Verde at Tivoli. Two years went by and each winter we saw a great deal of His Excellency. Last January a pretty fair-haired English girl named Alice Woodforde, niece of Gavazzi—she being daughter of Gavazzi’s sister who married a civil engineer in London named Woodforde—came out to Rome for the winter, and as Gavazzi was a bachelor we offered her the hospitality of our house. She was a delightful39 girl, about nine years older than myself, and we soon became inseparable.
“Before very long I discovered the true situation. Nardini had met and fallen violently in love with his secretary’s niece, while Gavazzi himself was contemplating40 that, by such a marriage, he himself would reap considerable benefit. Though much older than Alice, Nardini was a pleasant companion, and occupying as he did one of the highest positions in the kingdom, it was but natural that she should be flattered by his attentions. I, however, who had watched closely and heard certain facts from my father, knew well that the pleasant exterior41 only concealed42 a character that was cruel, dishonest, and utterly unscrupulous. The motive43 of my father’s friendship with Nardini was, I regret to admit it, no doubt a dishonest one, while he, on his part, with clever cunning intended eventually to make use of my father in certain blackmailing44 operations which he contemplated45. There was no limit to Nardini’s ingenuity46 or power. Rich and poor alike knew him to be cruel and heartless. He somehow learnt the truth regarding my father, and desired to get me also into his power. There was no charge he could make against me, therefore he resorted to a fiendish conspiracy47 which was characteristic of the man.
“Late one afternoon last April I was crossing the Piazza48 di Spagna in Rome when I was stopped by two police agents who asked me to accompany them to the Questura, where, to my speechless amazement49, a cruel and wicked charge was made against me. I was accused of robbing a commercial traveller of Milan of a portfolio50 containing eighteen thousand francs! At first I laughed in the Commissary’s face, but when, an hour later, the Italian, a man whom I had never before seen in my life, was brought and identified me, I was stupefied. The charge was infamous. It was against my honour! The man, a loudly dressed person of Hebrew type, stated that on the previous evening he was in the Café Colonna and spoke to me. He afterwards invited me to dinner at Bordoni’s, in the Via Nazionale, and after we parted he found that his portfolio had been stolen. A waiter at Bordoni’s also identified me, and an agent of police also declared that I was known to them. The whole charge was false, and I stood speechless when I heard their disgraceful accusations51. I had never been in either the Colonna or in Bordoni’s in all my life. Yet there was still something more extraordinary to follow. The detectives went to our apartments, and, having searched, found the empty portfolio concealed at the bottom of a drawer in my room. I saw at once that it was the work of some secret enemy. Yet who had done it was, to me, a complete enigma.
“I at once wrote a line of appeal to His Excellency explaining that the police had made a terrible mistake. At first he regretted that he could not assist me, but after a second appeal he sent a line to the Questore, or chief of police, giving me my liberty until my trial, which is to take place at the assizes next November. I at once went to Nardini and asked him to speak the truth—namely, that on the evening in question I was at the Villa Verde at Tivoli, where I had gone on a message to him from my father and had found him there alone. But he refused to make this statement, ostensibly because he did not wish the fact known that he had received a lady visitor alone, but in reality because he himself had trumped53 up the whole of the infamous charge against me.
“To my chagrin54, also, I found that Lieutenant55 Shacklock—as Gordon-Wright was known in Rome—knew of the charge. He was an intimate friend of my father’s, but a man utterly without principle. I had to beg him not to tell my father. For Nardini, who had so many creatures in his pay, such an allegation was so very easy. As I afterwards established, the portfolio was placed in my drawer by a man who entered on pretence56 of examining the electric light. Nardini’s object was to hold me in his power, to compel me to do his bidding, and assist in certain schemes he was contemplating before his fall. Surely it was the gravest charge that could have been made against a woman. It touched my honour, and that is the reason why when he fled I followed post-haste here to beg of him to say the word which must put an end to the proceedings57 pending58 against me. But, although I was successful in tracing him here, alas! I was too late. He died without clearing my honour, and on the third of November the charge against me will be heard by the Tribunal. How, now, can I hope to escape an unjust condemnation59?”
“Why didn’t you make this explanation before?” I asked. “I might have assisted you to clear yourself.”
“How could I while Gordon-Wright lived? He was present in our apartment when the police found the portfolio, and even though Nardini might have caused the accusation52 to have been withdrawn60 he would have still been a witness against me.”
“But you knew who and what he was?”
“Not at that time. I only knew that he was a great friend of my father’s and lived at the Grand Hotel. But in looking through my father’s private letters I have learned the ghastly truth—that he and Himes who were such constant visitors to our flat, both in Rome, Leghorn, or in fact anywhere where we took up our abode61, were expert thieves working under my father’s directions. True, I held both of them in dislike, but I never dreamed that living apart, Shacklock at the Grand and Himes at the Quirinale, they were in such active accord.”
“Then this charge against you will be made in Rome in November?” Sammy said, addressing her for the first time.
“Yes,” she sighed despairingly. “I shall be condemned in my absence, for how can I now hope to prove that I am innocent—that I was not even in Rome on that evening?”
“Nardini was a blackguard!” Sammy cried. “If I had known that I’d have rung the truth out of him before he died—by Jove, I would! A man who plots against a woman’s honour like that is the worst cad conceivable.”
“Ah, yes!” cried the unhappy girl. “It is that—it is my honour that is at stake. The man alleges62 that he found me alone in a common café—and—and—”
She burst into tears.
I had listened to Lucie’s extraordinary statement like a man in a dream.
Ella tried to comfort her, but with very little avail. She had utterly broken down.
“I am surely the most unhappy of girls!” she sobbed63. “They have killed my poor father, and now they will take from me my honour as a woman!” Then, after a pause, she added:—
“You remember what I told you regarding the woman Hardwick? Nardini knew of that scandal long ago in Pisa, when you accidentally met Ina’s married sister travelling, and were forced into the Divorce Court by her husband to give evidence against her. As Minister of Justice, he knew well all the secrets of hushed-up scandals, and often turned them to his own profit.”
“Miss Miller,” Sammy exclaimed, in a soft tone now full of sympathy for the poor suffering girl, “you mentioned just now the unfortunate death of my friend Manuel Carrera, in Paris. You recollect1 that I—”
“Manuel Carrera!” cried Ella, suddenly releasing Lucie and facing Sammy. “Was he your friend? Then let me also tell you the truth! Hear my confession64, Godfrey, and then you shall judge me!”
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