"I am afraid that the only person who can enlighten you further, sir, is Colonel Ray," I answered. "I understood you to say, I believe, that he would be here shortly."
"I insist upon it," the Duke said sternly, "that you tell me what you know at once and without further prevarication."
I was in a dilemma from which there seemed to be no escape. Lady Angela had seated herself in my easy chair and was keeping her face averted from me. The Duke stood between us.
"I know very little, sir, except what I overheard," I declared.
"Colonel Ray was, I believe, responsible for Lord Blenavon"s abrupt departure, and I would rather that your information came from him."
"Colonel Ray is not here, and you are," the Duke answered. "Remember that I am no trifler with words. I have said that I insist. I repeat it!"
There seemed to be no escape for me. Lady Angela remained silent, the Duke was plainly insistent. I did not dare to trifle with him.
"Very good, your Grace," I said, "I will tell you what I know. It dates from last Monday, when you will remember that I was in London to attend a meeting of the Council."
"Go on!"
"I returned here by the last train, bringing with me the notes and instructions taken at that meeting. Outside Braster Grange an attack was made upon me, evidently with the intention of securing these. I escaped, with the a.s.sistance of Colonel Ray, who had come down from London by the same train unknown to me."
"Well?"
"The attack was made from the grounds of Braster Grange. It seems that Lord Blenavon spent the night there. The next morning Colonel Ray insisted upon my accompanying him to Braster Grange. Lord Blenavon was still there, and we saw him. He was suffering from wounds such as in the darkness I had inflicted upon my a.s.sailant of the night before."
It seemed to me that even then the Duke would not, or could not, understand. His brows were knitted into a heavy frown, and he was evidently following my story with close attention. But exactly where I was going to lead, he seemed to have no idea.
"The tenant of Braster Grange," I continued, "is a Mrs. Smith-Lessing, whom Colonel Ray has told me is a servant of the French secret police.
I am afraid that Lord Blenavon has been a good deal under her influence."
Then the Duke blazed out, which was very much what I expected from him.
Horror, amazement, and scornful disbelief were all expressed in his transfigured face and angry words.
"Blenavon! My son! The confederate of a French spy! What nonsense!
Who dares to suggest such a thing? Angela--I--I beg your pardon."
He stopped short, making an effort to regain his self-control. He continued in a more collected manner, but his voice still shook with inexpressible scorn.
"Angela," he said, turning to her, "is it within your knowledge that Blenavon had any acquaintance with this person?"
I think that her face might well have answered him: very white it was, and very sorrowful.
"Blenavon met Mrs. Smith-Lessing, I believe, at Bordighera," she said.
"I have seen them together several times."
"Here?" the Duke asked sharply.
"Yes, I have seen them riding on the sands, and Blenavon dined there on the night--Mr. Ducaine has been speaking of."
"Blenavon is a fool!" the Duke said. "This is to my mind convincing proof that he was ignorant of the woman"s antecedents. At the worst he probably regarded her as an ordinary adventuress. As for the rest, I look upon it as the most extraordinary mare"s nest which the mind of man could possibly conceive. Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Ducaine, that Colonel Ray went so far as to charge Blenavon to his face with being in league with this person?"
"He certainly did, sir."
"And Blenavon? Oh, Ray is mad, stark mad!"
"Your son denied it, sir," I answered.
"Denied it! Of course he did. What followed?"
"Colonel Ray was very forcible and very imperative, sir," I answered.
"He insisted upon Lord Blenavon leaving England at once."
"Well?"
"Lord Blenavon consented to do so, sir," I said quietly.
I saw the veins in the Duke"s forehead stand out like whipcord. He began a sentence and left it unfinished. He was in that condition when words are impotent.
"Can you tell me, Mr. Ducaine," he asked, "what possible argument Colonel Ray could have made use of to induce my son to consent to this extraordinary proceeding?"
"I know no more about the matter, your Grace," I answered. "Perhaps Lord Blenavon felt that his intimacy with Mrs. Smith-Lessing had compromised him--that appearances were against him--"
"Pshaw!" the Duke interrupted. "Blenavon"s intrigues are foolish enough, but they are beside the mark.. I want to know what further argument or inducement Colonel Ray used. I understand neither why Ray desired to get rid of my son, nor why my son obeyed his ridiculous request."
"Colonel Ray will doubtless have some further explanation to offer you, sir," I said.
"He had better," the Duke answered grimly. "I shall wire him to come here at once. With your permission, Mr. Ducaine, I will sit down for a moment. This affair has shaken me."
Indeed, as the excitement pa.s.sed away, I could see that he was looking ill and worn. Lady Angela made him take the easy chair, and he accepted a liqueur gla.s.s full of brandy which I poured out. He remained for several minutes sipping it and looking thoughtfully into the fire. He seemed to me to have aged by a dozen years. The brisk alertness of his manner had all departed. He was an old man, limp and querulous.
"This unfortunate affair, Mr. Ducaine," he said, looking up at last, "remains of course between ourselves and Ray--and the woman."
"It is unnecessary for you to ask me that, sir," I answered quietly.
"Colonel Ray will doubtless have some explanation. He is a man of vigorous temper, and I fancy that Lord Blenavon was not quite himself."
The Duke rose to his feet.
"If you are ready, Angela," he said, "we will not detain Mr. Ducaine further."
"You will allow me to walk with you to the house, sir," I begged.
He shook his head.
"I am quite recovered, I thank you," he said. "My daughter will give me her arm."
I let them out myself and held the lamp over my head to light them on their way. With slow uncertain steps, and leaning heavily upon Lady Angela"s arm, I watched him disappear in the blackness of the plantation.
CHAPTER XXIX