"None that I have heard of."
"Or to the mysterious woman who was supposed to have carried off the booty?"
"None, Detective Keightley called on me yesterday for some information regarding the stolen property, and I furnished him with a photograph of that snuff-box given to Sir Lemuel Levison by the Sultan of Turkey--the gold one richly set with precious stones. Sir Lemuel had it photographed by my advice, for identification in case of its being stolen. And he left several duplicate copies with me. I gave one to Keightley. But the man could give me no information in return. The missing woman seemed lost in London. And the proverbial little needle in the haystack might be as easily found," said the lawyer.
The announcement of luncheon put an end to the interview.
The two gentlemen pa.s.sed on into the smaller dining-room where Lady Belgrade awaited them. She received the solicitor politely and invited him to the table.
After the three were seated and helped to what they preferred, her ladyship turned to the lawyers and said:
"My niece understands that you have a letter for her, left in your charge by her father. She wishes you to send it to her immediately. Her maid is here waiting to take it."
"Pardon me, my dear lady, the letter must remain in my possession until after the reading of the will, when, for certain reasons, it must be read, as the will, in the presence of the household. Pray explain this to Miss Levison, and tell her that I shall be ready to read and deliver both at five o"clock this afternoon, if that will meet her convenience," said the lawyer, respectfully.
"That will suit her; but I hope the forms will not occupy more than an hour. Miss Levison is still extremely feeble, and ought not to sit up longer," said the dowager.
"It will not require more than half an hour, madam," replied Mr. Kage.
Lady Belgrade gave the message to the maid for her mistress. And when the girl retired, the conversation turned upon the proceedings of the London detectives in pursuit of the unknown murderers.
At the appointed hour the household servants were all a.s.sembled in the dining-room. At the head of the long table sat the family attorney and his clerk. Before them lay a j.a.panned tin box, secured by a bra.s.s padlock. It contained the last will, the letter, and other doc.u.ments appertaining to the deceased banker"s estate. They were only waiting for the entrance of Miss Levison and her friends. No one else was expected.
There was not the usual crowd of poor relatives who "crop up" at the reading of almost every rich man"s will. The late Sir Lemuel Levison had no poor relations whatever. His people were all rich, and all scattered over Europe and America, at the head of banks, or branches of banks, in every great capital, of the almost ill.u.s.trious house of "Levison, Bankers."
The a.s.sembled household had not to wait long. The door opened and the young lady of Lone entered, supported on each side by the Duke of Hereward and the dowager, Lady Belgrade.
Her fair, transparent, spiritual face looked whiter than ever, in contrast to her deep black c.r.a.pe dress, as she bowed to the lawyer, and pa.s.sed to her seat at the table.
The duke and the dowager seated themselves on either side of her.
"Are you quite ready, Miss Levison, to hear the will of the late Sir Lemuel Levison?" inquired the attorney.
"I am quite ready, Mr. Kage, thanks," replied the young lady, in a low voice, and speaking with an effort.
The attorney unlocked the box, took out the will, unfolded and proceeded to read it.
The doc.u.ment was dated several years back. It was neither long nor complex. After liberal bequests to each one of his household servants, rich keepsakes to his dear friends, an annuity to the dowager Lady Belgrade, and a princely endowment to found an orphan asylum and children"s hospital in the heart of London, he bequeathed the residue of his vast estates, both real and personal, without reserve and without conditions, to his only and beloved child, Salome.
After the reading of the will was finished, the attorney arose, came around to where the ladies sat, and congratulated Miss Levison and Lady Belgrade, on their rich inheritance.
"How could he do it?" thought the unconventional and weeping heiress.
"Oh, how could he congratulate me on an inheritance which came, and could only have come, through my dear father"s decease!" Then in a voice broken with emotion, she said:
"Thanks, Mr. Kage. Will you please now to read my dear papa"s letter?--since you _are_ to read it aloud, I think," she added.
"Such was the deceased Sir Lemuel"s direction, my dear Miss Levison,"
said the lawyer. And returning to his place at the head of the table, he took the letter from the j.a.panned box, opened it, and said:
"This letter from my late honored client to his daughter was committed by the late Sir Lemuel Levison to my charge to be retained and read after the will, in the event of a circ.u.mstance which has already occurred--I mean the sudden and unexpected death of the writer. The letter will explain itself."
Here the lawyer cleared his throat, and began to read:
"ELMHURST HOUSE, Kensington, London,
"Monday, May 1st, 18--.
"MY DEAREST ONLY CHILD: Blessings on your head! Nothing could have made me happier, than has your betrothal to so admirable a young man as the Marquis of Arondelle. Had I possessed the privilege of choosing a husband for you, and a son-in-law for myself, from the whole race of mankind, I should have chosen him above all others. But, my dearest Salome, the satisfaction I enjoy in your prospects of happiness is shadowed by one faint cloud. It is not much, my love; it is only the consciousness of my age and of the precarious state of my health. I may not live to see you united to the n.o.ble husband of your choice. Therefore it is that I have urged your speedy marriage with what your good chaperon, Lady Belgrade, evidently considers indecorous haste. She must continue to think it indecorous, because unreasonable. I cannot, and will not, darken your sunshine of joy, by giving to you _now_ the real reason of my precipitation--the extremely precarious state of my health.
Yet, in the event of my being suddenly taken from you, I must prepare this letter to be delivered to you after my death, that you may know my last wishes. If I live to see you wedded to the good Lord Arondelle, this paper shall be torn up and destroyed; if not, if I should be suddenly s.n.a.t.c.hed away from you before your wedding-day, this letter will be read to you, after my will shall have been read, in the presence of your betrothed husband, your good chaperon and your a.s.sembled household, that you and they and all may know my last wishes concerning you, and that none shall dare to blame you for obeying them, even though in doing so you have to pursue a very unusual course. My wish, therefore, is that your marriage with Lord Arondelle may not be delayed for a day upon account of my death; but that it take place at the time fixed or as soon thereafter as practicable. In giving these directions, I feel sure that I am consulting the wishes of Lord Arondelle, the best interests of yourself, and the happiness of both. Follow my directions, therefore, my dearest daughter, and may the blessing of our Father in Heaven rest upon you and yours, is the prayer of
"Your devoted father, LEMUEL LEVISON."
During the reading of the letter the face of Salome was bathed in tears and buried in her pocket-handkerchief.
The duke sat by her, with his arm around her waist, supporting her.
At the end of the reading, without looking up, she stretched out her hand and whispered softly:
"Give me my dear father"s letter now."
The attorney, who was engaged in re-folding the doc.u.ments and restoring them to the j.a.panned box, left his seat, and came to her side, and placed the letter in her hands.
"Thanks, Mr. Kage," she said, wiping her eyes and looking up. "But now will you tell me if you know what my dear father meant by writing of the precarious state of his health? He seemed to enjoy a very vigorous and green old age."
"Yes, he "_seemed_" to do so, my dear young lady; but it was all seeming. He was really affected with a mortal malady, which his physicians warned him might prove fatal at any moment," gravely replied the lawyer.
"And he never hinted it to us!"
"He did not wish to sadden your young life with a knowledge of his affliction."
"My own dear papa! My dear, dear papa! loving, self-sacrificing to the end of his earthly life! never thinking of his own happiness--always thinking of mine or of others! My dear, dear father!" murmured the still weeping daughter.
"He thought of your happiness, and of the happiness of your betrothed husband, my dear young lady, when he committed that letter to my care, to be delivered to you in case of his sudden death, and when he charged me to urge with all my might, your compliance with its instructions. And now permit me to add, my dear Miss Levison, that to obey your father"s will in this matter would be the very best and wisest course you could pursue."
"Thanks, Mr. Kage; I know that you are a faithful friend to our family; but--I must have a little time to recover," murmured Salome, faintly.
"Here, you may remember my dear Salome, that when I told you of this letter in the possession of Mr. Kage, I said that I thought I knew its purport from certain conversations I had held with your late father. He had hinted to me the dangerous condition of his health, and he had expressed a hope that no accident to himself should be permitted to postpone our marriage; and then he told me that he had left a letter with his solicitor to be read in case of his sudden death, and that the letter would explain itself. He concluded by begging me if anything should happen to him to necessitate the delivery of that letter to you, to urge upon you the wisdom and policy of following its direction. He could not have given me a commission I should be more anxious or earnest in executing. My dear Salome, will you obey your good father"s wishes? Will you give me at once a husband"s right to love and cherish you?" he added in a low whisper.
"Oh, give me a little time," she murmured--"give me a little time. There is nothing I wish more than to do as my dear father directed me, and as you wish me; but my heart is so wounded and bleeding now, I am still so weak and broken-spirited. Give me a little time, dear John, to recover some strength to overcome my sorrow."
Here she broke down and wept.
"I think we had best take her back to her room," said Lady Belgrade, rising.
Mr. Kage locked up the doc.u.ments in the j.a.panned box, put the key in his pocket-book, and consigned the box to the care of his clerk.
Lady Belgrade dismissed the a.s.sembled servants to their several duties, and then, a.s.sisted by Lord Arondelle, led the bereaved and suffering girl from the room.
The lawyer and his clerk, who were to dine and sleep at the castle, were left alone.