"What can have occurred? What was it she tried to escape by throwing herself into s.p.a.ce? I saw the whole room, there was no one with her. She must have been the victim of a delusion."
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UNCLE AND NEPHEW
"So, uncle, you have decided to live at Neuilly?"
"Oh, it"s quite settled. Your aunt finds the place charming, and besides, it would be so pleasant to have a garden. Also, the land is sure to grow more valuable in this neighbourhood and the purchase of a house here would be a good speculation!"
The stout man, as he uttered the word "speculation," beamed. The mere sight of him suggested the small tradesman grown rich by dint of long and arduous years of toil, retired from business and p.r.o.ne to fancy he was a man of genius.
Compared with him the young man he styled nephew, slim, elaborately elegant, his little moustache carefully curled, gave the impression of coming out of a draper"s shop and wanting to be taken for a swell.
Evidently the nephew courted the uncle and flattered him.
"You are right, land speculations are very sure and very profitable. So you wrote to the caretaker of the house to let you view it?"
"I did, and he answered, "Come to-day or to-morrow. I shall be at your orders." That is why I sent you word to go with me, for since you are the sole heir of my fortune----"
"Oh, uncle, you may be sure----"
The Madeleine tramway where the two men were talking aloud, heeding little the amused notice of the other pa.s.sengers, pulled up a moment in the Place de l"Eglise at Neuilly.
"Let us get down. Boulevard Inkermann begins here."
With the pantings and gaspings of a man whose stoutness made all physical exercise irksome, the uncle lowered himself off the footboard of the tram. The young man sprang to his side. After five minutes" walk the two men were in front of Lady Beltham"s house, the identical house to which Juve and Fandor had previously come before to make exhaustive inquiries.
"You see, my boy," declared the stout party, "it is not at all a bad looking house. Evidently it has not been lived in for a long time, its state of outside dilapidation shows how neglected it has been, but it is possible that inside there may not be many repairs to be made."
"In any case, the garden is very fine."
"Yes, the grounds are large enough. And then what I like is its wonderful seclusion: the wall surrounding it on all sides is very high, and the entrance gate would be hard for robbers to tackle."
"Shall I ring?"
"Yes, ring."
The young man pressed the b.u.t.ton, a peal rang out in the distance: presently the porter appeared. He was a big fellow with long whiskers and a distinguished air, the perfect type of the high-cla.s.s servant.
"You gentlemen have come to see the house?"
"Exactly. I am M. Durant. It is I who wrote to you."
"To be sure, sir, I remember."
The porter showed the two visitors into the garden, and forthwith the stout man drew his nephew along the paths. The sense of proprietorship came over him at once; he spared his relative none of the points of the property.
"You see, Emile, it isn"t big, but still it is amply sufficient. No trees before the house, which allows a view of the Boulevard from all the windows. The servants" quarters being in the far part of the garden can in no way annoy the people in the house: Notice, too, that the trees are quite young and their foliage thin. I don"t care for too luxuriant gardens which are apt to block the view."
"That"s right, Uncle."
The porter, who was following the two, broke in upon the ecstasy of the prospective owner.
"Would you gentlemen like to see the house?"
"Why, certainly, certainly."
The stout man, however, before entering, was bent on going round it. He noticed the smallest details, growing more and more enthusiastic.
"Look, Emile, it is very well built. The ground floor is sufficiently raised so as not to be too damp. This big terrace, on which the three French windows open, must be very cheerful in summer. Oh, there are drain pipes at the four corners! And we mustn"t fail to see the cellars.
I"m sure they are very fine. Bend down over the air-holes; what do you think of the gratings that close them? And, now, shall we go in?"
The porter led them to the main entrance door.
"Here is the vestibule, gentlemen, to the left, the servants" hall and kitchen; to the right, the dining-room; facing you a small drawing-room, then the large drawing-room, and, lastly, the double staircase leading to the first floor."
The stout man dropped into a chair.
"And to whom does this place belong?"
"Lady Beltham, sir."
"She does not live here?"
"Not now. At this moment she is travelling."
In the wake of the porter, uncle and nephew went through the rooms on the ground floor. As happens in all untenanted houses, the damp had wrought terrible havoc. The flooring, worm-eaten, creaked under their feet, the carpets had large damp spots on them, the paper hung loose on the walls, while the furniture was covered with a thick coat of dust.
"Don"t pay any attention to the furniture, Emile, it matters little; what we must first look at is the arrangement of the rooms. Why, there are iron shutters--I like that."
"To be sure, Uncle, they are very practical."
"Yes, yes; to begin with, when those shutters are closed it would be impossible from the outside to see anything in the rooms. Not even the least light."
The porter proceeded to show them the first floor of the house.
"There is only one staircase?" asked the stout man.
"Yes, only one."
"And what is the cause of the unusual dampness? We are far from the Seine; the garden is not very leafy."
"There is a leaky cistern in the cellars, sir. Here is the largest bedroom. It was my Lady"s."
"Yes, one sees it has been the last room to be lived in."