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"Well," I exclaimed at length, "have you heard from him?"
"Yes," she answered rather gloomily. "Only three lines. I have brought it in my pocket so that you may see," and producing a crumpled envelope, she handed it to me.
Striking a vesta I opened the note and read the few words it contained, written hurriedly in pencil; the message ran: "I cannot return yet, but tell no one you have heard from me. I still love you, darling, better than my life. Jack." Then I looked at the postmark, and found it had been posted at Bardonnechia, an obscure village on the Italian frontier.
"He rea.s.sures you," I said, after a moment's silence. "We must wait."
"Wait," she echoed, sadly. "We can do nothing else. It is strange that he desires his absence to be concealed," she continued. "Curiously enough only this morning a well-dressed man called just as I was going to the meet and saw me privately. He gave his name as Captain Allen, of Jack's regiment, and said he had come from London to ask me his address, as he wished to send him a telegram on some important business. I told him I did not know. Then he asked if I had heard from him, and I told him--"
"You told him what?" I gasped, starting up.
"I told him that the letter I received yesterday was posted at Bardonnechia."
I sank back upon the seat, nerveless, paralysed.
"Did he not tell you that if you loved him you must remain silent?" I demanded, fiercely. "Don't you know what you've done?"
"No," she gasped, alarmed. "What--what have I done? Tell me. What will happen?"
But I knew I had nearly betrayed myself, and quickly recovering my self-possession, said:
"You have--well, if he is on a secret mission, as I expect he is, it may be that you may have placed those who desire to thwart its success in a position to do so."
"Ah! Heaven! I never thought of that," she cried in despair. "Now, I remember, the man spoke with a rather foreign accent."
"Yes," I said, severely. "By disobeying his injunctions you may have placed him in the hands of his enemies!" She sat silent, her hands clasped before her, and sighing heavily, she shuddered.
Then rising slowly she left me. I did not follow, for I saw she walked unevenly with bent head, in order to hide her emotion.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
THE DEEPER INDISCRETION.
During a quarter of an hour I sat alone smoking a cigarette in thoughtful silence under the trellis, when suddenly I heard the sound of pa.s.sionate voices on the other side of the ivy. Two persons had evidently seated themselves in close proximity to myself, and I was, so to speak, in the middle of a scene before I realised that I was listening.
"You shall not do this thing," cried a woman's voice. "By G.o.d! you shan't--you shall listen to reason. He has been murdered, foully done to death, and--"
"Well, what of that? Can't you whisper, you fool?" and I heard an imprecation from between a man's set teeth.
Stealthily, in order not to attract attention, I turned and parting the foliage saw directly behind me the gleam of a light dress in the darkness. At first I could not distinguish its wearer, but almost at that moment her companion struck a match to light his cigar, and its fickle flame illuminated both their faces.
The woman in the light dress was the Countess of Fyneshade, and the man, wearing a heavy fur travelling-coat, and with several days' growth of beard on his dark, frowning face, was the mysterious individual who had met me on the night I had been married to Sybil.
"So you have come from Ma.r.s.eilles, for what purpose?" exclaimed Mabel angrily. "Merely to run risk of compromising me, and to tell me absolutely nothing. You must think me an idiot?"
"Have I not already told you the result of my inquiries into the movements of Bethune?"
"I have surrept.i.tiously read each letter that Dora has received from him, and I was well aware of your devilish cunning, for I have already had experience of it myself."
"So you entertain a suspicion that Gilbert Sternroyd has been murdered-- eh?" he said, with a low laugh, not deigning to remark upon the uncomplimentary terms in which she had spoken. "Surely a young man may--er--disappear for a week or so, without any great harm coming to him?"
"Mine is not a mere suspicion," she declared quickly. "I am absolutely certain he has met with foul play."
"Why?"
"Because three days before his disappearance he told me in confidence that an enemy, whom he would not name, had threatened him."
"But if he had really been murdered, surely his body would have been found by this time?" he observed. "You have, I am well aware, communicated your suspicions to the police, and they have made every inquiry, but without avail. In pa.s.sing through London this morning I called at Scotland Yard on your behalf and was informed that they had succeeded in tracing the missing man to the Army and Navy Club on the night of his disappearance. He left there at midnight to walk home, but since that moment nothing has been heard of him."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing except the curious fact that on the following morning a check for five thousand five hundred pounds in favour of some mysterious individual, named Charles Collinson, was handed in at the Temple Bar branch of the London and Westminster Bank, endorsed in an illiterate hand by the bearer, and duly cashed. After that all traces are lost.
He has disappeared as completely as if the earth had opened and swallowed him."
"I care nothing for police theories," Mabel said firmly. "I feel convinced that he has been brutally murdered."
"But who were his enemies?"
"As far as I am aware, he had none," she answered. "The discovery of the check, however, is a curious fact, and if this Collinson could be found he could, no doubt, give the police a clue."
"I think not," her companion replied dubiously. "The check was dated three days before, and therefore, in all probability, had no connection whatever with his disappearance."
"But now, with regard to Bethune. Where is he?"
"At the Trombetta at Turin, under the name of Harding. I had a telegram concerning him this morning. At your instigation a detective has followed him, but I confess I can see no object in this, because no warrant can be obtained, for the simple reason that the police have no knowledge that Sternroyd is actually dead. He may, after all, be keeping out of the way for some purpose or another. The most exhaustive inquiries have been made, but have failed to elicit any solution of the mystery. Even a careful examination of Bethune's chambers, made by two most expert officers, has failed to show that any tragedy has been enacted. It is true that the Captain destroyed some papers before leafing, but they were mostly billets-doux which he apparently thought might prove compromising to some of his fair correspondents. Thoughtful of him, wasn't it?"
"Very. He was a friend of Sybil's, I believe?"
"Yes, and was very much attached to her at one time, if reports are true," the man answered, with a low, coa.r.s.e laugh.
Sybil! The mention of her name thrilled me; the words pierced my strained ears, causing me to remain dumbfounded and open-mouthed in expectation.
"Were any of her letters discovered?" Mabel asked in a low tone.
"None. Fortunately all were carefully destroyed."
"But why should he have left so mysteriously if he were in no way connected with Gilbert's disappearance? I suspect him of murder, therefore I gave instructions to have him watched. I care nothing for the cost, or for any scandal that may accrue, so long as I bring the a.s.sa.s.sin to justice. Gilbert entrusted me with the secret of his fear, and it is therefore my duty to seek out the murderer."
"Even at the risk of Dora's happiness?" he inquired. "Yes. At risk of her happiness. At present she must know nothing--nothing beyond the fact with which she is already well acquainted, namely, that marriage with Bethune is entirely out of the question. But listen! Someone is coming! It's Fyneshade! Go! he must not see you. Quick!"
The man jumped up quickly and slipped away in the darkness, while the Countess also rose with a frou-frou of silk, and went forward to meet her husband, laughing aloud, saying:
"Ah! you dear old boy, I knew you would be looking for me. The rooms are so awfully hot that I came out to get a breath of air. It's simply delightful out to-night."
"Yes," he answered dryly, turning and walking back with her, uttering some rapid, earnest words that I could not catch as they crossed the lawn.
That the Countess had been acquainted with Sybil was a fresh revelation.
The strange sinister-looking individual whose ident.i.ty was enshrouded in mystery, and with whom she appeared to be on such intimate terms, had aroused in my heart fresh suspicions that I had been duped. He had declared that Jack Bethune, the man I had trusted as a friend, and whom I was now striving to shield, had been one of Sybil's lovers! The thought was maddening. I sprang to my feet, clenched my fists, and walked forward in a sudden outburst of fury. If Mabel had known her, was it not highly probable that she was fully aware of the secret of my marriage and the true story of her fate? The strange words inscribed upon the wreath that had been so mysteriously placed upon the grave recurred to me. "Seek and you may find." Those words danced before my eyes in letters of fire. The whole enigma was one which grew more puzzling daily, and, try how I would, I was unable to solve it.