"Why should she?" demanded Lucian bluntly.
"Oh, I"m not blind!" cried Bella, shrilly laughing. "No, indeed. The Count--a most amiable man--was _very_ attentive to me at one time; and Lydia--a married woman--I regret to say, did not like him being so. I am indeed sorry to repeat scandal, Mr. Denzil, but the way in which Mrs.
Vrain behaved towards me and carried on with the Count was not creditable. I am a gentlewoman, Mr. Denzil, and a churchwoman, and as such cannot countenance such conduct as his."
"You infer, then, that Mrs. Vrain was in love with the Italian?"
"I shouldn"t be at all surprised to hear it," cried Bella again. "But he did not care for her! Oh, dear, no! It is my belief, Mr. Denzil, that Mrs. Vrain knows more about the death of her husband than she chooses to admit. Oh, I"ve read _all_ the papers; I know _all_ about the death."
"Miss Tyler!" said Lucian, alarmed.
"Bella!" cried Miss Vrain. "I----"
"Oh, I"m not blind, dearest," interrupted Bella, speaking very fast. "I know you ask me these questions to find out if Lydia killed her husband.
Well, she did!"
"How do you know, Miss Tyler?"
"Because I"m sure of it, Mr. Denzil. Wasn"t Mr. Vrain stabbed with a dagger? Very well, then. There was a dagger hanging in the library of the Manor, and I saw it there four days before Christmas. When I looked for it on Christmas Day it was gone."
"Gone! Who took it?"
"Mrs. Vrain!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am!" snapped Miss Tyler. "I didn"t see her take it, but it was there before she went, and it wasn"t there on Christmas Day. If Lydia did not take it, who did?"
"Count Ferruci, perhaps."
"He wasn"t there! No!" cried Bella, raising her head, "I"m sure Mrs.
Vrain stole it and killed her husband, and I don"t care who hears me say so!"
Diana and Lucian looked at one another in silence.
CHAPTER XIV
THE HOUSE IN JERSEY STREET
As her listeners made no comment on Miss Tyler"s accusation of Mrs.
Vrain, she paused only for a moment to recover her breath, and was off again in full cry with a budget of ancient gossip drawn from a very retentive memory.
"Of the way in which Lydia treated her poor dear husband I know little,"
cried the fair Bella. "Only this, that she drove him out of the house by her scandalous conduct. Yes, indeed; although you may not believe me, Di. You were away in Australia at the time, but I kept a watch on Lydia in your interest, dear, and our housemaid heard from your housemaid the most dreadful things. Why, Mr. Vrain remonstrated with Lydia, and ordered Count Ferruci out of the house, but Lydia would not let him go; and Mr. Vrain left the house himself."
"Where did he go to, Miss Tyler?"
"I don"t know; n.o.body knows. But it is my opinion," said the spinster, with a significant look, "that he went to London to see about a divorce.
But he was weak in the head, poor man, and I suppose let things go on.
When next I heard of him he was a corpse in Geneva Square."
"But did my father tell his wife that he was in Geneva Square?"
"Dearest Di, I can"t say; but I don"t believe he had anything to do with her after he left the house."
"Then if she did not know his whereabouts, how could she kill him?"
asked Denzil pertinently.
Brought to a point which she could not evade, Bella declined to answer this question, but tossed her head and bit her lip, with a fine colour.
All her accusations of Mrs. Vrain had been made generally, and, as Lucian noted, were unsupported by fact. From a legal point of view this spiteful gossip of a jealous woman was worth nothing, but in a broad sense it was certainly useful in showing the discord which had existed between Vrain and his wife. Lucian saw that little good was to be gained from this prejudiced witness, so thanking Miss Tyler courteously for her information, he arose to go.
"Wait for a moment, Mr. Denzil," said Diana hurriedly. "I want to ask you something. Bella, would you mind----"
"Leaving the room? Oh, dear, no!" burst out Miss Tyler, annoyed at being excluded. "I"ve said all I have to say, and anything I can do, dearest Di, to a.s.sist you and Mr. Denzil in hanging that woman, I----"
"Miss Tyler," interrupted Lucian sternly, "you must not speak so wildly, for as yet there is nothing to prove that Mrs. Vrain is guilty."
"She is guilty enough for me, Mr. Denzil; but like all men, I suppose you take her side, because she is supposed to be pretty. Pretty!"
reflected Bella scornfully, "I never could see it myself; a painted up minx, dragged up from the gutter. I wonder at your taste, Mr. Denzil, indeed I do. Pretty, the idea! What fools men are! I"m glad I never married one! Indeed no! He! he!"
And with a shrill laugh to point this sour-grape sentiment, and mark her disdain for Lucian, the fair Bella took herself and her lean form out of the room.
Diana and the barrister were too deeply interested in their business to take much notice of Bella"s hysterical outburst, but looked at one another gravely as she departed.
"Well, Mr. Denzil," said the former, repeating her earlier question, "what is to be done now? Shall we see Mrs. Vrain?"
"Not yet," replied Lucian quickly. "We must secure proofs of Mrs.
Vrain"s being in that yard before we can get any confession out of her.
If you will leave it in my hands, Miss Vrain, I shall call on Mrs.
Bensusan."
"Who is Mrs. Bensusan?"
"She is the tenant of the house in Jersey Street. It is possible that she or her servant may know something about the illegal use made of the right of way."
"Yes, I think that is the next step to take. But what am I to do in the meantime?"
"Nothing. If I were you I would not even see Mrs. Vrain."
"I will not seek her voluntarily," replied Diana, "but as I have been to Berwin Manor she is certain to hear that I am in England, and may perhaps find out my address, and call. But if she does, you may be sure that I will be most judicious in my remarks."
"I leave all that to your discretion," said Denzil, rising. "Good-bye, Miss Vrain. As soon as I am in possession of any new evidence I shall call again."
"Good-bye, Mr. Denzil, and thank you for all your kindness."