At this she laughed, but the ripples died away quickly upon her face, and the look of haunting fear again troubled her eyes. I observed that she was reticent in speaking plainly to me, and did my best to help her out with it.
"You have not yet put to me," said I, "the precise question which brought you here. It concerns the bracelet, of course?"
"Ye--yes," said she; "but I am very much afraid you will laugh at me. I wanted to ask you if, in your judgment--that is, with your experience--there is any reason why I should not wear my present at the Opera Ball to-night?"
Her confusion, when thus she had unburdened herself, was overwhelming.
She scarce dared to lift her eyes to mine as she spoke, and one of her hands played restlessly with the railway guide, while the other was closed firmly about her bracelet. Nor did I, who know the potency of woman"s superst.i.tion in the matter of their jewels, feel the touch of a desire to draw amus.e.m.e.nt from her dilemma.
"Come," said I, with all the gentleness of voice I could command; "you have been reading something silly. The topaz is the emblem of fidelity, it is also a traditional cure for indigestion. In other words, the ancients were wise enough to know that love and good cooking are not so far apart after all. Wear your jewel at the opera by all means, and regard it as an antidote to the _confetti_ you will consume."
She heard me thus far with a restrained smile upon her face, and indeed, she half rose as though to end the interview; but the evidence of fear was still about her eyes, and there was the note of unsatisfied questioning in her voice when she said,--
"I was sure you would tell me that--but I am keeping you from your dinner, and have already troubled you too much I fear."
My answer to this appeal was to close the door of the _salon_, which had been open during our interview, and to draw a chair close to hers.
"Mademoiselle Bernier," said I, "the most important part of the intelligence you meant to bring to me remains unspoken. Let me encourage you to tell me everything freely, and be a.s.sured that without your express permission nothing you may say will be remembered by me."
"Thank you, very much," she said quietly, evidently regaining complete confidence; "but I have nothing to conceal. A week ago, Monsieur Barre gave me this bracelet with the stipulation that I should wear it at the ball to-night. Two days ago, I received this letter, which I hesitated to show even to you, lest it should be an injustice to the man I love."
She pa.s.sed, with her words, a dirty sc.r.a.p of a note to me, the leaf of a sheet of the commonest lined scribbling paper; and I read upon it, written in very bad French, the warning--
"Mademoiselle. If you wear the topaz bracelet at the Opera Ball to-night you carry death upon your arm."
Thrice I read this; and as I repeated the words, the third time aloud, I saw, shaping about the simplicity of the girl, a mystery which seemed as deep, and at first sight as unfathomable, as any as I had known. As for the momentary victim of it she sat watching me while I, all amazed, held the paper still in my hand, and did not hide my surprise, or, indeed, attempt to.
"Mademoiselle," said I, "you speak to me of very deep matters, I fear.
But, of course, you have shown this letter to your relatives?"
"I have but one relative in the world," said she, "my mother, who is a paralytic. I dare not mention such a thing to her; she would die of fear."
"And you yourself have no suspicion, no faint idea of the cause of such a letter as that?"
"I cannot even attempt to guess at it."
"There are none of your lady friends who would hazard a joke with you?"
"Oh, no; they could not think of such a joke as that, and my few friends love me, I believe."
I had now begun to pace up and down the room, being in a very whirl of theory and conjecture. And, in truth, the problem presented so many possibilities that it might well have troubled a man whose whole occupation was the solution of mysteries. Not that I lacked any clue, for my knowledge, such as it is, of the heartburnings, the jealousies, and the crimes which hover over the possession of precious stones at once compelled me to the conclusion, either that M. Georges Barre had been the victim of a previous _affaire du coeur_, or that his _fiancee_ had been won only over trampled hopes and vain rivalries. In either case (the case of the woman who resented the man"s marriage, or the man who resented the woman"s) was there ample warranty for such a letter as Mademoiselle Bernier had received. Yet was I too slow to venture the question with her, and did so at last in sheer pity for her childishness.
"Tell me," said I, stopping of a sudden before her, "what led you to me?"
"Madame Carmalovitch," said she. "I went to her first, but she knew you were in Paris, and would not rest until I had consented to see you. She would have come with me, but is latterly almost always unable to face the night air."
"You have no one else you would care to consult in such a case?"
"No one," said she.
"And if you go to the ball to-night without your bracelet----?"
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes when she answered,--
"Georges would never forgive me."
"Could you make no excuse to remain at home?"
"Oh, don"t ask me to do that," she exclaimed pitifully, "I have lived for the ball since the beginning of the year!"
It was a woman"s plea, and not to be resisted. I saw at once that she _would_ go to the dance whatever words fell from me, and I turned from the subject to one more important.
"Since you are determined to be there to night," said I, "perhaps you will give me Monsieur Georges Barre"s address?"
"Oh, for the love of G.o.d, don"t tell him!" she cried; "he would never forgive me if I distrusted his present."
"My dear lady, I quite understand that. Really, you credit me with being a very poor diplomatist. When I see him I doubt if I shall even mention your name to him."
"You promise me that?"
"I promise you, at least, that he shall never know of your coming to me.
But I must exact another promise from you--it is that you will not wear the topaz until you have my permission."
"But Georges expects me to wear it at the ball."
"He would not expect you to risk your life. And there is no reason, so far as I can see, why I should not be able to give you permission, or to refuse it, by eleven o"clock. You do not go to the opera until midnight, I presume?"
"Monsieur Barre has promised to call in the Rue Boissiere at a quarter past twelve. He has an _appartement_ in the Hotel Scribe. I can scarce go with him and leave his gift at home."
"Of course you can"t, but I would suggest that, unless you hear from me by midnight, you carry it beneath your cloak as you do now. I shall meet you in the Opera House, at any rate. Meanwhile, I have one more question to put to you, forgive it from a man who is nearly old enough to be your father. Before you became the _fiancee_ of Monsieur Barre was there--well, was there any other in your thoughts?"
She looked at me with frankness shining clearly from her eyes, when she said,--
"Never for a moment. I was in a convent until last year, and I have not spoken to six men since I left."
"That is all I want to know. We will both dine now; but first let me look at your bracelet once more."
She handed me the case again; and I, leaving her for a moment to fetch my gla.s.s, put the jewel under the strong light of the chandelier, and examined every inch of it within and without. I discovered then that which had escaped me upon first acquaintance with it. In one of the crevices of the clasp there was a blood-stain, unmistakable, even fresh, yet so concealed by the embossment of the jewels that I did not wonder she had remained in ignorance of it. But when I gave it to her again I doubt not that I was very serious, and this she observed, and made comment upon.
"You see something now which you did not see ten minutes ago," she cried; "you will surely tell me?"
"I see a very pretty pink topaz," said I, forcing a smile, "and a young lady who is missing her dinner. Come, have some confidence in me, and put all these thoughts out of your mind until I ask you to remember them again."
"I will," said she, "and can never thank you enough; you do not know what a trouble you have taken from my mind."
Here was the end of our interview, for we had come to the door of the courtyard as we spoke, and I put her at once into the neat little brougham which was waiting for her. There were but two other men, the concierge, and a short, exceedingly dark man in evening dress, about the place at that time; and as the brougham drove away it occurred to me that the latter fellow was watching me rather closely, upon which I had a good look at him; but he turned away sharply to the coffee-room, while I went to my dinner in as fine a state of bewilderment as I have known.
Never in my long years" work had I come across such a case, or one to which a clue, save on the hypothesis of jealousy, was so completely wanting. Yet if jealousy were the motive of the warning, how, I asked, came the bloodstains upon the bracelet? And if the gem had any connection with a previous affair of Barre"s why did he give it to his _fiancee_? The latter supposition seemed, in itself, sufficient to upset the whole suggestion; nor could I find another; but I determined to call upon the sculptor at once, and to use every device at my command in the interests of the helpless girl who had called upon me.
It was now near to ten o"clock, and, having dined hastily, I pa.s.sed through the courtyard on my way to the Hotel Scribe. There I saw, to my surprise, that the ill-visaged Italian--for so I judged he was--still loitered about the place; but again appeared to avoid scrutiny. This second appearance of his seemed to me--I knew not why--as the shaping of a story from the air; but I had no courage then to speak to him, and I walked on down the boulevard, perceiving as I went that flambeaus already lighted the great Opera House, and that the _canaille_ were preparing for the riot. When at last I came to the hotel, and sent up my card, the answer was that Monsieur Barre had just left, and was not expected to return until the next morning.