The revelations amazed me. I held my breath and faced her. There was a terrible eloquence1 in the silence of that room.
“Listen,” exclaimed my well-beloved, her pale, desperate, but beautiful countenance2 turned full towards me. “Listen, and I’ll tell you everything, just as it occurred.
“About three years ago, very soon after I parted from you on that memorable3 night in Bayswater, my father and I were staying at the Hotel Continental4 in Paris, and received a call from Mr Miller5 and Lucie. I was of course delighted to see my old schoolfellow again, but only once was your name mentioned—with regret—for I was already engaged to marry Mr Blumenthal. Mr Miller asked us down to his house at Enghien, and we went several times, generally finding there a young Chilian, Manuel Carrera, for a great affection had sprung up between Lucie and him. The young fellow chanced to be staying at the same hotel as ourselves in Paris, and sometimes we returned by the same train together. At Mr Miller’s we also met Himes, in whom I must say I was much mistaken. I believed him to be an American gentleman, but I now know that he was what is known as a ‘sharp.’ One night my father and I dined at the Villa6 du Lac, Carrera being also invited. He left rather early, for some reason or other, and when we went an hour or so later Lucie asked me to deliver to him a secret message which she had forgotten—a request that he would meet her at the Gare du Nord at eleven o’clock next morning, as she was going shopping and would be alone.
“On arrival at the hotel just after midnight, I saw my father into his room, and then slipped along to the farther end of the corridor and tapped at the young man’s door. There was no reply. Again I tapped, but without response. Then, intending to leave a note for him, I turned the handle and entered. Judge my horror when I saw him standing7 before the mirror in a frenzy8 of despair with a revolver in his hand. I dashed in, for I saw his intention was to commit suicide. I grasped his wrist and tried to wrench9 the weapon from his grasp. For several moments we struggled desperately10, but, alas11! he was the stronger, and with an imprecation he placed the barrel of the weapon in his mouth and fired. Ah! it was awful!
“I twisted the revolver from his hand, but, alas! too late. He fell to the floor in a helpless heap, and I stood dazed and horrified12 at the awful tragedy. A moment later I heard a movement behind me, and started to see a stranger standing there—an Englishman. He had closed the door behind him, and we were alone with the dead man. ‘I charge you with the murder of my friend,’ he said gravely. ‘I saw you fire. You did this out of jealousy13. You met at Nice eighteen months ago. Manuel is the lover of the girl who lives at Enghien, and is your friend! I saw you together yesterday in the Rue14 Rivoli!’
“I fell back and stared at him utterly15 speechless. Then I protested that he had committed suicide, but he pointed16 out that I still held the revolver. ‘No,’ he added, ‘I saw you fire! I am witness that you murdered poor Manuel, who met you on the Riviera and fell violently in love with you.’ I asked the stranger if he really meant what he alleged17, but he only smiled mysteriously and said:—‘As no one seems to have been awakened18, perhaps it will save you much trouble if you place the revolver near the body and allow the authorities to believe in your theory of suicide. I am English, like yourself, and in our country no gentleman betrays a woman.’ ‘Then you withdraw this allegation?’ I asked. But he urged me to fly quickly, while there was time, and taking the weapon he placed it on the floor close to the dead man’s right hand. Because I allowed him to do this, I committed myself, and was lost. But at that moment I was so upset that I knew not what I did. I slipped out of the door and down the corridor, and from that instant I never saw the mysterious stranger again until—until about four months ago.”
“And who was he?” I asked eagerly. “What was his name?”
“He proved to be Gordon-Wright alias19 Lieutenant20 Shacklock, and many other names. He called upon me in Ireland and claimed acquaintance. Then, judge my astonishment21 when, a week later, he told me that I must marry him or he would denounce me to Lucie as the murderess of her lover!”
“The scoundrel!” I cried. “Then he actually held both of you enthralled22?”
“Yes, Godfrey,” she exclaimed, in that soft sweet voice that always charmed me so. “It was true that I had previously23 met Manuel Carrera in Nice, but he certainly was never my lover, as he alleged. But now I have told you the truth you can easily see why I dare not speak while he lived, for he would have brought against me a cruel charge of jealous murder which he might easily have substantiated24.”
Our eyes met, and her gaze wavered.
“Why—how could he?” inquired Sammy.
“Because early next morning I found out the number of his room and most foolishly wrote to him urging him to keep the secret that I had been in the dead man’s room. This letter, combined with his testimony25, would have been, no doubt, sufficient to condemn26 me. Again, the night you met me at Studland he followed me out and found me almost the moment after we parted. He taunted27 me with that letter, and we struggled for its possession.”
“I recollect28!” Sammy exclaimed. “It was I who was one of the first to enter poor Carrera’s room, and I remember the revolver lay in a position that much puzzled the police. They questioned the servants if it had been moved. That fellow Shacklock, who was living in the hotel, evidently stole the contents of the poor fellow’s despatch-box and handed them to Himes, who came that evening to call upon him. It is an old trick of hotel thieves: the man who commits the theft remains29 in the hotel and expresses the greatest indignation and sympathy with the victim, while his accomplice30 gets safely away across the frontier with the booty.”
“And this is the actual truth!” I cried, staring at her amazed.
“The truth, Godfrey—the whole truth!” declared Ella, in a faltering31 tone, her cheeks flushed with shame. “You must have mistrusted me, but though bound to that blackguard by a secret my love for you has, I swear, ever been unwavering. Surely you must have seen what I have suffered,” she cried. “That man who has now met with such an untimely end wished to marry me for my position, and because—”
“Because you are beautiful, my sweetheart!” I said, holding her in my arms and kissing her fondly. “I know. I see it all now.”
“And—and you really forgive me, Godfrey?” she asked seriously.
“For what?”
“For refusing to tell you this.”
“You were silent, darling, because you were that man’s victim. You feared to speak. But his own enemy has fortunately released you. The thieves have quarrelled among themselves—and fatally. We can now afford to watch in silence.”
Our hands clasped, our lips met, and our hearts beat in unison—hearts that were true to each other with a love that was real love.
“Lucie,” I said at last, turning to the despairing girl, who now knew, for the first time, her father’s shameful32 secret, “there is one point which is still a mystery. Have you any explanation to offer? At the Villa Verde, after Nardini’s flight, a young lady, said to be a friend of yours, was found dead in his study. Who was she?”
“It was Alice Woodforde,” she replied promptly33. “Nardini had fallen deeply in love with her, and knowing that revelations and downfall were imminent34, and that he would be compelled to fly, he gave her in secret this address in London. He begged her to return to England where they would marry, and she, still in ignorance of his true character, gave her promise. She showed me the address he had written down, asking me if I knew in what part of London it was, and thinking it strange I made a mental note of it. I saw that His Excellency was playing a double game, and suspected that he contemplated35 flight. In addition to this, one evening, when her uncle the doctor was dining with my father and myself she related, with her natural innocence36, how one afternoon, when a guest at the Villa Verde, she had entered the study unexpectedly and had discovered His Excellency with a secret cupboard in the wainscot opened, into which he was in the act of placing a packet of bank-notes.
“Now, Gavazzi, who had narrowly watched the situation, daily expected His Excellency to fly from Italy. He knew that his enemies had gained the ascendency, and that revelations to King Humbert were only a matter of hours. Therefore the moment his master had left Rome he went out to Tivoli and discharged all the servants at the villa, paying them all off handsomely. On the following day, as I understand from a letter I have found among my father’s papers, he went out there on the pretext37 of a necessity of obtaining certain important documents, taking Alice with him. He entered the villa with his key, and when in the study suddenly demanded that she should reveal the spot where the notes had been concealed38. Being loyal to Nardini, whom she had promised to marry, she refused. They were alone in the great house, and she, in defiance39 of him, declared that she would tell the man who was to be her husband. A violent scene then ensued. He threatened her and she grew furious, when of a sudden she fell back in a dead faint. He laughed, and awaited her recovery, still hoping to obtain from her the secret of the Minister’s hoard40. He waited until, in alarm, he saw a sudden change in her. She grew white and rigid41. She suffered from a weak heart from her birth, and died of syncope. Poor Alice! the excitement had proved fatal!”
“But I can’t understand this fellow Himes. Why is he so full of a fierce revenge?” asked Sammy, whose manner towards Lucie was now entirely42 changed. He saw that she had been the victim of a scoundrel, just as my dear love had been.
“Well, I think I can also explain that,” she said. “My father, in order that nothing compromising might be found if the police ever searched our apartments abroad, kept all his private papers in an old bureau at Studland. For several days I have been going through them, and they throw light upon many things which have hitherto been to me mysteries. The reason of his rapid journeys hither and thither43, the motives44 of his friendships and the causes of his hatreds45 are explained.
“Last winter, while we were in Rome, Lieutenant Shacklock, as he called himself, lived in style at the Grand, while Himes had a room at the Quirinale. To every one they appeared as strangers to each other, and only met at our house. They both had committed a number of clever robberies of jewels and money, when Shacklock managed to ingratiate himself with a wealthy American widow, a Mrs Clay Hamilton, and after giving several little dinner-parties and escorting her here and there he succeeded, by a clever piece of trickery, in passing over her jewel-case full of valuable gems46 to Himes. The theft was quickly discovered, but no suspicion ever rested upon him. Indeed he actually went himself to the Questura with Mrs Clay Hamilton and reported the theft to the police! The jewel-case was, however, already at our house when, on the following night, the two men met.
“I was out at the theatre with Dr Gavazzi and Alice, but I can only suppose there must have been a violent quarrel over the distribution of the booty. At any rate, Himes declared that he would have nothing further to do with either my father or Shacklock, and next day left Rome for Paris. My father and Shacklock suspected that, out of spite, he meant to expose them to Nardini or to the Rome police, therefore, knowing with what object he had gone to Paris, Shacklock followed him and gave certain secret information at the Prefecture. The result of this was that Himes was arrested red-handed while committing an audacious robbery at Asnières, and sent to prison. He, of course, suspected that the friends with whom he had quarrelled had given information, yet he could not absolutely prove it. His first impulse was to retaliate47 by revealing all he knew regarding his late associates, but this was not enough for a man of his criminal instincts.
“In his heart there rankled48 through those long months of his confinement49 a murderous revenge. He swore that he would kill the men who betrayed him—and he has kept his vow50!”
“Yes,” I said. “And he evidently believed that, being on such intimate terms with your father and yourself, I, too, was the latest recruit.”
“Ah! Your escape, dear, was a most fortunate one!” declared Ella, gazing up into my eyes with that love-look that told me volumes.
“I wonder where Himes is now?” queried51 Sammy. “He certainly seems absolutely fearless in his revenge.”
“What matters?” I said. “Let us remain silent. If he is captured, well and good. If not, we at least know the truth.”
“He killed my father—recollect,” Lucie remarked, in a hard voice.
“And was it not through your father—whose memory we should bury from to-day—that my poor friend and your lover, Manuel Carrera, died?” asked Sammy gravely.
Then a silence fell between all four of us. I was looking into the clear blue eyes of my well-beloved. All of us were preoccupied52 by our own thoughts. From out the dark tragedy had at last shone the light of truth.
After those years of grief and bitterness, of loneliness and yearning53, Ella, my dear one, had been given back to me once more. She no longer wore the iron mask that she had borne so staunchly.
Our lips met again. She gazed into my eyes, and then she burst into tears—tears of joy. The fetters54 that bound her to the man she hated had been broken, and she stood there, sweet, pure, innocent and free—free to be mine—mine for ever.
“My love,” I said, heedless that we were not alone, “this affection of ours is greater than death, great as eternity55 itself; a love that shall leave earth with us when our souls leave our bodies and reach its uttermost perfection in other lives, in other worlds; a love that time cannot chill, nor any woe56 appal57, nor any man unsever. God Himself has united us, and none can now place us asunder58.”
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