"A man taking this feels no pain. It is like a heavy, stunning blow on the forehead--in ten seconds all is over, no gasp, no cry, but the heart ceases to beat forever; and, best of all, it leaves no trace behind it.
A little of this, such a little, in wine or coffee, would be enough. It is tasteless, colorless, and scentless, its presence is impossible to be detected."
"But in the event of a _post-mortem_ examination?"
"By skilful a.n.a.lysts in Paris or the larger towns, there would be a chance; but in a place like this, never! Never, in fact, anywhere, unless there had been previous grounds for suspicion. Otherwise only apoplectic symptoms would be observed; and even if it was traced there comes the question, By whom was it administered?"
He stopped short, for a word rose to his lips which he did not dare utter; he raised his hands to his mouth, coughed slightly, and went on,--
"This substance is not sold by chemists; it is very rarely met with, difficult to prepare, and terribly expensive. The smallest quant.i.ty might be met with in the first-cla.s.s laboratories for scientific purposes, but it is most unlikely for any one in these parts to possess any of this drug, or even to know of its existence."
"And yet you----"
"That is quite another matter. Years ago, when I was far away from here, it was in my power to render a great service to a distinguished chemist, and he made me a present of this combination of his skill. It would be impossible to trace this bottle; I have had it ten years, and the man who gave it to me is dead. Ten years? No, I am wrong, it is now twelve."
"And in all these years has not this substance lost any of its destructive powers?"
"I tried it only a month ago. I threw a pinch of it into a basin of milk and gave it to a powerful mastiff. He drank the milk and in ten seconds fell stark and dead."
"Horrible!" exclaimed Diana, covering her face with her hand, and recoiling from the tempter.
A sinister smile quivered upon the thin lips of the Counsellor.
"Why do you say horrible?" asked he; "the dog had shown symptoms of _rabies_, and had he bitten me, I might have expired in frightful torture. Was it not fair self-defence? Sometimes, however, a man is more dangerous than a dog. A man blights the whole of my life; I strike him down openly, and the law convicts me and puts me to death; but I do not contemplate doing so, for I would suppress such a man secretly."
Diana placed her hands on the man"s mouth and stopped a further exposition of his ideas.
"Listen to me," said she. But at this moment a heavy step was heard outside. "It is Norbert," gasped she.
"Impossible! It is more likely his father."
"It is Norbert," cried Mademoiselle de Laurebourg, and s.n.a.t.c.hing the little bottle from the Counsellor"s hands, she thrust it into her bosom.
The door flew open, and Norbert appeared on the threshold. Diana and the Counsellor both uttered a shriek of terror. His livid countenance seemed to indicate that he had pa.s.sed through some terrible scene; his gait was unsteady, his clothes torn and disordered, and his face stained with blood, which had flowed from a cut over his temple. Daumon imagined that some outrage had taken place.
"You have been wounded, Marquis?" said he.
"Yes, my father struck me."
"Can it be possible?"
"Yes, he struck me."
Mademoiselle Diana had feared this, and she trembled with the terror of her vague conjectures as she made a step towards her lover.
"Permit me to examine your wound," said she.
She placed both her hands at the side of his head and stood on tip-toe, the better to inspect the cut. As she did so, she shuddered; an inch lower, and the consequences might have been fatal.
"Quick," she said, "give me some rags and water."
Norbert gently disengaged himself. "It is a mere nothing," said he, "and can be looked after later on. Fortunately I did not receive the whole weight of the blow, which would otherwise have brought me senseless to the ground, and perhaps I should have been slain by my father"s hand."
"By the Duke? and for what reason did he strike you?"
"Diana, he had grossly insulted you, and he dared to tell me of it. Had he forgotten that the blood of the race of Champdoce ran in my veins as well as in his?"
Mademoiselle de Laurebourg burst into a pa.s.sion of tears.
"I," sobbed she, "I have brought all this upon you."
"You? Why, it is to you that he owes his life. He dared to strike me as if I had been a lackey, but the thoughts of you stayed my hand. I turned and fled, and never again will I enter that accursed house. I renounce the Duke de Champdoce, he is no longer my father, and I will never look upon his face again. Would that I could forget that such a man existed; but, no, I would rather that I remembered him for the sake of revenge."
Again the heart of Daumon overflowed with joy. All his deeply malignant spirit thrilled pleasantly as he heard these words.
"Marquis," said he, "perhaps you will now believe with me that in all misfortunes there is an element of luck, for your father has committed an act of imprudence which will yet cost him dear. It is very strange that so astute a man as the Duke de Champdoce should have allowed his pa.s.sion to carry him away."
"What do you mean?"
"Simply that you can be freed from the tyranny of your father whenever you like now. We now have all that is necessary for lodging a formal plaint in court. We have sequestration of the person, threats and bodily violence by the aid of third parties, and words and blows which have endangered life; our case is entirely complete. A surgeon will examine your wound, and give a written deposition. We can produce plenty of evidence, and the wound on the head will tell its own story. As a commencement we will pet.i.tion that we may not be ordered back to our father"s custody, and it will further be set forth that our reason for this is that a father has a.s.saulted a son with undue and unnecessary violence. We shall be sure to gain the day, and--"
"Enough," broke in Norbert; "will the decision give me the right to marry whom I please without my father"s consent?"
Daumon hesitated. Under the circ.u.mstances, it seemed to him very likely that the court would grant Norbert the liberty he desired; he, however, thought it advisable not to say so, and answered boldly, "No, Marquis, it will not do so."
"Well, then, the Champdoce family have never exposed their differences to the public, nor will I begin to do so," said Norbert decisively.
The Counsellor seemed surprised at this determination.
"If, Marquis," he began, "I might venture to advise you--"
"No advice is necessary, my mind is entirely made up, but I need some help, and in twenty-four hours I require a large sum of money--twenty thousand francs."
"You can have them, Marquis, but I warn you that you will have to pay heavily for the accommodation."
"That I care nothing for."
Mademoiselle de Laurebourg was about to speak, but with a gesture of his hand Norbert arrested her.
"Do you not comprehend me, Diana?" said he; "we must fly, and that at once. We can find some safe retreat where we can live happily, where no one will harm us."
"But this is mere madness!" cried Diana.
"You will be pursued," remarked the Counsellor; "and most likely overtaken."
"Can you not trust your life to me?" asked Norbert reproachfully. "I swear that I will devote everything to you, life, thought, and will. On my knees I entreat you to fly with me."
"I cannot," murmured she; "it is impossible."
"Then you do not love me," said he in desponding accents. "I have been a thrice-besotted fool to believe that your heart was mine, for you can never have loved me."