Pegall, in a comfortable voice. "The girls wanted to see the sights, so I just said, "we"ll go, dears, and perhaps we"ll get a glimpse of the dear Queen." I"m sure she has no more loyal subjects than we three."
"Are you going out much this year, dear Mrs. Vrain?" asked Beatrice Pegall, the elder and plainer of the sisters.
"No, dear," replied Lydia, with a sigh, putting a dainty handkerchief to her eyes. "You know what I have lost."
The two groaned, and Miss Cecilia Pegall, who was by way of being very religious in a Low Church way, remarked that "all flesh was gra.s.s," to which observation her excellent mamma rejoined: "Very true, dear, very true." And then the trio sighed again, and shook their black heads like so many mandarins.
"I should never support my grief," continued Lydia, still tearful, "if it was not that I have at least three dear friends. Ah! I shall never forget that happy Christmas Eve!"
"Last Christmas Eve, dear Mrs. Vrain?" said Cecilia.
"When you were all so kind and good," sobbed Lydia, with a glance at Lucian, to see that he noticed the confirmation. "We played whist, didn"t we?"
"Four rubbers," groaned Mrs. Pegall, "and retired to bed at ten o"clock, after prayers and a short hymn. Quite a carol that hymn was, eh, dears?"
"And your poor pa was so bad with his cough," said Beatrice, "I hope it is better. He went away before dinner, too! Do say your pa is better!"
"Yes, dear, much better," said Lydia, and considering it was four months since Christmas Eve, Lucian thought it was time Mr. Clyne recovered.
"He enjoyed his tea, though," said Cecilia. "Mr. Clyne always says there is no tea like ours."
"And no evenings," cried Lydia, who was very glad there were not.
"Poppa and I are coming soon to have a long evening--to play whist again."
"But, dear Mrs. Vrain, you are not going?"
"I must, dears," with a kiss all round. "I have such a lot to do, and Mr. Denzil is coming with me, as poppa wants to consult him about some law business. He"s a barrister, you know."
"I hope Mr. Denzil will come and see us again," said Mrs. Pegall, shaking hands with Lucian. A fat, puffy hand she had, and damp.
"Oh, delighted! delighted!" said Denzil hurriedly.
"Cards and tea, and sensible conversation," said Beatrice seriously, "no more."
"You forget prayers at ten, dear," rejoined Cecilia in low tones.
"We are a plain family, Mr. Denzil. You must take us as we are."
"Thank you, Mrs. Pegall, I will."
"Good-bye, dears," cried Lydia again, and with a final peck all round she skipped out and into the hansom, followed by her escort.
"d.a.m.n!" said Mrs. Vrain, when the cab drove away in the direction of Bayswater. "Oh, don"t look so shocked, Mr. Denzil. I a.s.sure you I am not in the habit of swearing, but the extreme respectability of the Pegalls always makes me wish to relieve my feelings by going to the other extreme. What do you think of them?"
"They seem very good people, and genuine."
"And very genteel and dull," retorted Lydia. "Like Washington, they can"t tell a lie for a red cent; so you can believe I was there with poppa on Christmas Eve, only he went away, and I stayed all night."
"Yes, I believe it, Mrs. Vrain."
"Then I couldn"t have been in Jersey Street or Geneva Square, sticking Mark with the stiletto?"
"No! I believe you to be innocent," said Lucian gravely. "In fact, I really don"t think it is necessary to find out about this cloak at Baxter & Co."s. I am a.s.sured you did not buy it."
"I guess I didn"t, Mr. Denzil; but you want to know who did, and so do I. Well, you need not open your eyes. I"d like to know who killed Mark, also; and you say that cloak will show it?"
"I didn"t say that; but the cloak may identify the woman I wrongfully took for you. She may have to do with the matter."
Lydia shook her pretty head. "Not she. Mark was as respectable as the Pegall gang; there"s no woman mixed up in this matter."
"But I saw the shadow of a woman on the blind of No. 13!"
"You don"t say! In Mark"s sitting-room? Well, I should smile to know he was human, after all. He was always so precious stiff!"
Something in Mrs. Vrain"s light talk of her dead husband jarred on the feelings of Lucian, and in some displeasure he held his peace. In no wise abashed, Lydia feigned to take no notice of this tacit reproof, but chatted on about all and everything in the most frivolous manner.
Not until they had entered the shop of Baxter & Co. did she resume attention to business.
"Here," she said to the smiling shopwalker, "I want to know by whom this cloak was sold, and to what person."
The man examined the cloak, and noted a private mark on it, which evidently afforded him some information not obtainable by the general public, for he guided Lucian and his companion to a counter behind which stood a brisk woman with sharp eyes. In her turn she also examined the cloak, and departed to refresh her memory by looking at some account book. When she returned it was to intimate that the cloak had been bought by a man.
"A man!" repeated Lucian, much astonished. "What was he like?"
"A dark man," replied the brisk shopwoman, "dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark moustache. I remember him well, because he was a foreigner."
"A foreigner?" repeated Lydia in her turn. "A Frenchman?"
"No, madam--an Italian. He told me as much."
"Sakes alive!" cried Mrs. Vrain. "You are right, Mr. Denzil. It"s Ferruci sure enough!"
CHAPTER XIX
THE DEFENCE OF COUNT FERRUCI
"It is quite impossible!" cried Mrs. Vrain distractedly. "I can"t believe it nohow!"
The little woman was back again in her own drawing-room, talking to Lucian about the discovery which had lately been made regarding Ferruci"s purchase of the cloak. Mrs. Vrain having proved her own innocence by the evidence of the Pegall family, was now trying to persuade both herself and Denzil that the Count could not be possibly implicated in the matter. He had no motive to kill Vrain, she said, a statement with which Lucian at once disagreed.
"I beg your pardon, Mrs. Vrain, he had two motives," said the barrister quickly. "In the first place, he was in love, and wished to marry you; in the second, he was poor, and wanted money. By the death of your husband he hoped to gain both."
"He has gained neither, as yet," replied Lydia sharply. "I like Ercole well enough, and at one time I was almost engaged to him. But he has a nasty temper of his own, Mr. Denzil, so I shunted him pretty smart to marry Mark Vrain. I wouldn"t marry him now if he dumped down a million dollars at my feet to-morrow. Besides, poppa don"t like him at all. I"ve got my money, and I"ve got my freedom, and I don"t fool away either the one or the other on that Italian dude!"
"Is the Count acquainted with these sentiments?" asked Lucian drily.