I"m afraid that I almost hated her for a moment, she seemed so cold, so calculating and sly. I couldn"t bear to think that she was my step-sister, and I was glad that, at least, not a drop of the same blood ran in our veins.
"If you choose to keep silent for some purpose of your own," I broke out, "you can"t prevent me from telling the whole story, as _I_ know it--how I went out with you, and all that."
"I can"t prevent you from doing it, but I can advise you not to--for Ivor"s sake," she answered.
"For his sake?"
"Yes, and for your own, too, if you care for his opinion of you at all.
For his sake, because _neither_ of us knows when he came out of Maxine de Renzie"s house. You _would_ go away, though I wanted to stay and watch. He may not have been there more than five minutes for all we can tell to the contrary, in which case he would still have had time to go straight off to the Rue de la Fille Sauvage and kill that man, in accordance with the doctors" statements about the death. For _your_ sake, because if he knows that you tracked him to Maxine de Renzie"s house, he won"t respect you very much; and because he would probably be furious with you, unable to forgive you as long as he lived, for injuring the reputation of the woman he"s risked so much to save. He"d believe you did it out of spiteful jealousy against her."
I grew cold all over, and trembled so that I could hardly speak.
"Ivor would know that I"m incapable of such baseness."
"I"m not sure he"d hold you above it. "h.e.l.l hath no fury like a woman scorned"--and he _has_ scorned you--for an actress."
It was as if she had struck me in the face: and I could feel the blood rush up to my cheeks. They burned so hotly that the tears were forced to my eyes.
"You see I"m right, don"t you?" Lisa asked.
"You may be right in thinking I could do him no good in that way--and that he wouldn"t wish it, even if I could. But not about the rest," I said. "We won"t talk of it any more. I can"t stand it. Please go back to your room now, Lisa, I want to be alone."
"Very well," she snapped, "_you_ called me in. I didn"t ask to come."
Then she went out, with not another word or look, and slammed the door.
I could imagine myself compelling her to give up the brocade bag, or offering her some great bribe of money, thousands of pounds, if necessary. Lisa is a strange little creature. She will do a good deal for money.
CHAPTER XVI
DIANA UNDERTAKES A STRANGE ERRAND
If I had not been tingling with anger against Lisa, who had seemed to enjoy saying needlessly cruel things to me, perhaps I would have been utterly discouraged when she p.r.i.c.ked the bubble of my hope. She had made me realise that the plan I had was useless, perhaps worse than useless; but in my desperate mood I caught at another. I would try to see Ivor, and find out some other way of helping him. At all events he should know that I was for him, not against him, in this time of trouble.
Perhaps this new idea was a mad one, I told myself. Perhaps I should not be allowed to see him, even in the presence of others. But while there was a "perhaps" I wouldn"t give up. Without waiting for a cooler or more cowardly mood to set in, I almost ran out of my room, and downstairs, for I hadn"t taken off my hat and coat since coming in.
I had no knowledge of French law, or police etiquette, or anything of that sort. But I knew the French as a gallant nation; and I thought that if a girl should go to the right place begging for a short conversation with an accused man, as his friend, an interview--probably with a witness--might possibly be granted. The authorities might think that we were engaged, for all I cared. I did not care about anything now, except seeing Ivor, and helping him if I could.
I hardly knew what I meant to do at the beginning, by way of getting the chance I wanted, until I had asked to have a motor-cab called for me.
Then, I suddenly thought of the British Amba.s.sador, a great friend of Uncle Eric"s and Aunt Lilian"s. Uncle Eric had already been to him, but I fancied not with a view of trying to see Ivor. That idea had apparently not been in his mind at all. Anyway, the Amba.s.sador would already understand that the family took a deep interest in the fate of Ivor Dundas, and would not be wholly astonished at receiving a call from me. Besides, hearing of some rather venturesome escapades of mine when I first arrived in London, he had once, while visiting Uncle Eric, laughed a good deal and said that in future he would be "surprised at nothing an American girl might do."
I told the driver to go to the British Emba.s.sy as fast as he could.
There, I sent in my name, and the Amba.s.sador received me at once. I didn"t explain much, but came to the point immediately, and said that I wanted--oh, but wanted and needed very much indeed--to see Ivor Dundas.
Could he, would he help me to do that?
"Ought I to help you?" he asked. "Would Mountstuart and Lady Mountstuart approve?"
"Yes," I said firmly. "They would approve. You see, it is necessary."
"Then, if it"s necessary--and I believe you when you say that it is," he answered, "I"ll do what I can."
What he could do and did do, was to write a personal letter to the Chief of Police in Paris, asking as a favour that his friend, Miss Forrest, a young lady related through marriage to the British Foreign Secretary, should be allowed five minutes" conversation with the Englishman accused of murder, Mr. Ivor Dundas.
I took the letter to the Chief of Police myself, to save time, and because I was so restless and excited that I must be doing something every instant--something which I felt might bring me nearer to Ivor.
From the Chief of Police, who proved to be a most courteous person, I received an order to give to the governor of the gaol or prison where they had put Ivor. This, he explained, would procure me the interview I wanted, but unfortunately, I must not hope to see my friend alone. A warder who understood English would have to be present.
So far I had gone into the wild venture without once thinking what it would be to find myself suddenly face to face with Ivor in such terrible circ.u.mstances, or what he would think of me for coming in such a way now that we were no longer anything to each other--not even friends. But a kind of ague-terror crept over me while I sat waiting in an ugly little bare, stuffy reception room. My head was going round and round, my heart was pounding so that I could not make up my mind what to say to Ivor when he came.
Then, suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the door; and when it opened, there stood Ivor, between two Frenchmen in blue uniforms. One of them walked into the room with him--I suppose he must have been a warder--but he stopped near the door, and in a second I had forgotten all about him. He simply ceased to exist for me, when my eyes and Ivor"s had met.
I sprang up from my chair and began to talk as quickly as I could, stammering and confused, hardly knowing what I said, but anxious to make him understand in the beginning that I had not come to take back my words of yesterday.
"We"re all so dreadfully sorry, Mr. Dundas," I said. "I don"t know if Uncle Eric has been here yet--but he is doing all he can, and Aunt Lilian is dreadfully upset. We"re staying on in Paris on account of--on account of this. So you see you"ve got friends near you. And I--we"re such old friends, I couldn"t help trying as hard as I could for a sight of you to--to cheer you up, and--and to help you, if that"s possible."
I spoke very fast, not daring to look at him after the first, but pretending to smooth out some wrinkles in one of my long gloves. My eyes were full of tears, and I was afraid they"d go splashing down my cheeks, if I even winked my lashes. I loved him more than ever now, and felt capable of forgiving him anything, if only I had the chance to forgive, and if only, _only_ he really loved me and not that other.
"Thank you, a hundred times--more than I can express," he said, with a faint quiver in his voice--his beautiful voice, which was the first thing that charmed me after knowing him. "It _does_ cheer me to see you.
It gives me strength and courage. You wouldn"t have come if you didn"t--trust me, and believe me innocent."
"Why, of course, I--we--believe you innocent of any crime," I faltered.
"And of any lack of faith?"
"Oh, as for that, how can--but don"t let"s speak of that. What can it matter now?"
"It matters more than anything else in the world. If only you could say that you will have faith!"
"I"ll try to say it then, if it can give you any comfort."
"Not unless you mean it."
"Then--I"ll try to mean it. Will that satisfy you?"
"It"s better than nothing. And I thank you again. As for the rest, you"re not to be anxious. Everything will come right for me sooner or later, though I may have to suffer some annoyances first."
"Annoyances?" I echoed. "If there were nothing worse!"
"There won"t be. I shall be well defended. It will all be shown up as a huge mistake--another warning against trusting to circ.u.mstantial evidence."
"Is there nothing we can do then? Or--that we would urge _others_ to do?" I asked, hoping he would understand that I meant _one_ other--Maxine de Renzie.
I guessed by his look that he did understand. It was a look of gloom; but suddenly a light flashed in his eyes.
"There is one thing _you_ could do for me--you and no one else," he said. "But I have no right to ask it."