The Sign of the Stranger Part 23

"I flatly denied ever having met him before. It took him back completely. He wasn't prepared for it," she laughed.

"And you were able, I hope, to sustain the fiction until the end?" I asked, looking straight at her.

"Well," she answered, rather uneasily, "I managed to so confound him that I don't think he'll carry out what was his intention. As a matter of fact, I fancy he'll curtail his visit. George has taken him to shoot over at Islip." She made no explanation of his urgent appeal to her to save Lolita, of his threats or of her own declaration that if they were to be enemies then she would bring upon him an overwhelming disaster.

She was keeping the truth to herself, suspecting my love for Lolita.

"He threatened you, of course?" I said, leaning upon the grey old weather-worn sundial and looking at her as though I were waiting for her explanation.

"Threats?" she laughed. "Oh! yes. He was full of them. But you were quite right; my denial utterly upset all his bl.u.s.ter. He can't make out my intentions, and therefore will hesitate to do me harm, for he doesn't know the extent of my knowledge. Really, Mr Woodhouse, you very cleverly foresaw the whole affair. I admit that I was very hard pressed for a few moments. But now--" and she paused.

"And now?" I asked.

"Well, I've met him with his own weapons. He won't dare to speak, because at heart he's afraid of me."

"Then you think he'll leave very soon?"

"Ah! I don't know. He's playing a very clever game, as he always does.

Think how he has come here as George's friend, and at the same time as my bitterest enemy! His audacity is surely unequalled!"

"But is he really your enemy?" I queried, fixing her with my gaze.

"Are you not his?"

She looked at me somewhat puzzled. I had put a meaning note into my voice, yet I did not intend that she should be aware that I knew the truth of her secret hatred of my love, or that I had ascertained that the name of the young man who had fallen the victim of an a.s.sa.s.sin's hand was Hugh Wingfield.

"Perhaps I am his enemy," she laughed lightly. "I have surely need to be."

"Why?"

"With a man of his stamp one must act with firmness and disregard all scruples. He will ruin me if he can. But I don't intend that he shall.

Before he does that I'll give information against him myself-- information that will be a revelation to certain persons in this house."

I thought of the peril of my love.

"Information I take it, that would mean ruin to a certain person--a woman!" and I held her steadily with my eyes.

Her mouth opened slightly, and I saw that she suspected that I had gained some knowledge which she believed was his alone.

"A woman," she repeated. "Whom do you mean?"

"Lolita," I replied in a low hard voice.

"Lolita?" she gasped. "Who told you that--I mean, what makes you suggest such a thing?"

"My conclusions are formed upon certain facts already known to me, Lady Stanchester," I answered coldly. "You deceived me when you sought my aid by declaring your desire to show your affection for your husband.

You had a deeper and more desperate game to play--and poor Lolita is to be the victim."

"You love her, I suppose?" she snapped. "You needn't deny it. I've seen it long ago--you, her brother's secretary!" she sneered. "Why, the thing's absurd?"

"There is a wide gulf in our social positions, I admit, Lady Stanchester," was my quick angry response. "But surely it is not so strange nor so absurd that I should love a woman who is friendless, and who has so strangely incurred your hatred!"

"Incurred my hatred? What foolishness are you talking now?" she asked with that cold hauteur which she could a.s.sume to inferiors when she willed.

"I repeat what I have said. You intend that the ruin that threatens you shall fall upon Lolita. In plain words, you will sacrifice her, in order to save yourself!"

"And who's been telling you this interesting untruth, pray?" she asked.

"I thought you knew Lolita sufficiently well to be aware that I have, ever since my marriage to George, been her friend."

"To her face yes, but in secret no."

"You are insulting me, Mr Woodhouse," she exclaimed, her eyes flashing.

"I have always been Lolita's friend."

"Then prove your friendship by telling the truth concerning her," I said, "the truth known equally to Marie Lejeune with yourself--the truth that can save her from this unfounded charge against her."

I made a blind shot, and stood watching its effect upon the brilliant woman.

A slight hardness showed at the corners of her mouth, and a strange light shone in her eyes as she realised that I knew the truth, how she had cleverly sought to deceive me by her false declaration of that love for her husband which she had a.s.suredly never entertained.

"I didn't know there was any charge against her. What is it?" she inquired calmly.

"Prevarication is useless. Lady Stanchester," I said determinedly.

"Richard Keene has come here to get you to tell the truth concerning Lady Lolita. You have refused, and he has threatened you with exposure.

You, on your part, have retaliated by threatening him, hence the position at this moment is that he fears to speak lest he should incur your revenge, while you refuse to speak the truth and remove suspicion from Lolita. You intend, therefore, that she shall fall the innocent victim. But recollect that I am her friend, and I will save her, even if compelled to go to George and tell him everything."

She bit her lip. I could see that it had never crossed her mind, that, being her husband's friend, I might lay bare the truth to him and expose the fact that Richard Keene and Mr Smeeton were one and the same.

"Ah! So you intend to give me away?" she remarked, with a quick shrug of the shoulders.

"I have no wish to do anything that will tend to cause a breach between you and your husband," I answered. "I merely say that I intend to stand as Lolita's friend, and to-night I shall go north, see her, and explain all I know. She will be interested, no doubt, to hear that a friend of your pre-matrimonial days is here as your husband's guest."

"Then you're going to tell her?" she asked with a quick start, and I saw by the way her eyebrows had contracted that she was devising some plan to counteract my intentions.

"I shall act just as I think proper, Lady Stanchester," I responded.

"In this affair I have the good name of only one person to consider--the person whom you declare it is absurd for me to regard with affection."

"And so you mean to place me in a very invidious position by telling tales to everybody?" she exclaimed with a supercilious smile. "Well,"

she added, "go up to Scotland and see her, if you like. Tell her whatever you think proper; it will be all the same to me."

"Why?"

"Because I shall still retain the knowledge which I hold, and she cannot--she will not dare to--do anything to injure me. If she does, Mr Woodhouse--if she does--then I'll speak the truth--a truth that will astound you, and cause you to regret that you ever interfered in my affairs, or ever sought to befriend a woman guilty of a crime."

"Guilty of a crime!" I echoed. "What crime do you allege against Lady Lolita?"

She merely laughed triumphantly in my face.

"I demand a reply to my question," I cried angrily.

"Ask her yourself. It is not for me to denounce her before she has sought my downfall."