This plan was carried out; the certificate and contents of the royal mirror were carefully examined, and then the two lawyers proceeded to lay out their course of action, which was to be swift and sure.
The third day after Mona"s arrival in New York, Ray went with her to Mrs.
Montague"s house to take away the remainder of her wardrobe and some keepsakes which had been saved from her old home.
Mary opened the door in answer to their ring, and her face lighted with pleasure the instant she caught sight of Mona, although it was evident from her greeting that Mrs. Montague had not told her servants the story of the elopement.
"Is Mrs. Montague in?" Mona asked, after she had returned the girl"s greeting.
"No, miss, she went out as soon as she had her breakfast, and said she wouldn"t be home until after lunch," was the reply.
Mona looked thoughtful. She did not exactly like to enter the house and remove her things during her absence, and yet it would be a relief not to be obliged to meet her.
Ray saw her hesitation, and understood it, but he had no scruples regarding the matter.
"It is perhaps better so," he said, in a low tone; "you will escape an unpleasant interview, and since she is not here to annoy or ill-use you, I will take the carriage and go to attend to a little matter, while you are packing. I will return for you in the course of an hour if that will give you time."
"Yes, that will be ample time, and I will be ready when you call," Mona responded.
Ray immediately drove away, while she, after chatting a few moments with Mary, went up stairs to gather up her clothing and what few treasures she had that had once helped to make her old home so dear.
She worked rapidly, and soon had everything ready. But suddenly she remembered that she had left a very nice pair of b.u.t.ton-hole scissors in Mrs. Montague"s boudoir on the day they left for the South.
She ran lightly down to get them, and just as she reached the second hall some one rang the bell a vigorous peal.
"That must be Ray," she said to herself, and stopped to listen for his voice.
But as Mary opened the door, she heard a gentleman"s tones inquiring for Mrs. Montague.
"No," the girl said, "my mistress is not in."
"Then I will wait, for my errand is urgent," was the reply, and the person stepped within the hall.
Mona did not see who it was, but she heard Mary usher him into the parlor, after which she went to obey a summons from the cook, leaving the caller alone.
Mona went on into Mrs. Montague"s room to get her scissors, but she could not find them readily. She was sure that she had left them on the center-table, but thought that the woman had probably moved them since her return.
Just then she thought she heard some one moving about in Mrs. Montague"s chamber adjoining, but the door was closed, and thinking it might be Mary, she continued her search, but still without success.
She was just on the point of going into the other room to ask Mary if she had seen them, when a slight sound attracted her attention, and looking up, she caught the gleam of a pair of vindictive eyes peering in at her from the hall, and the next moment the door was violently shut and the key turned in the lock.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE WOMAN IN BLACK.
For a moment Mona was too much astonished to even try to account for such a strange proceeding.
Then it occurred to her that Mrs. Montague must have returned before she was expected, let herself into the house with her latch-key, and coming quietly up stairs, had been taken by surprise to find her in her room, when she had supposed her to be safely out of her way in Havana, and so had made a prisoner of her by locking her in the boudoir.
At first Mona was somewhat appalled by her situation; then a calm smile of scorn for her enemy wreathed her lips, for she was sure that Ray would soon return. She had only to watch for him at the window, inform him of what had occurred the moment he drove to the door, and he would have her immediately released.
With this thought in her mind, she approached the window to see if he had not already arrived.
The curtain was down, and she attempted to raise it, when, the spring having been wound too tightly, it flew up with such a force as to throw the fixture from its socket, and the whole thing came crashing down upon her.
She sprang aside to avoid receiving it in her face, and in doing so nearly upset a small table that was standing before the window.
It was the table having in it the secret treasures which we have already seen. She managed to catch it, however, and saved the heavy marble top from falling to the floor by receiving it in her lap, and sinking down with it.
But while doing this, the broken lid to the secret compartment flew off, and some of its contents were scattered over her.
Mona was so startled by what she had done, that she was almost faint from fright, but she soon a.s.sured herself that no real damage had occurred--the most she had been guilty of was the discovery of some secret treasure which Mrs. Montague possessed.
She began to gather them up with the intention of replacing them in their hiding-place--the beautiful point-lace fan, which we have seen before, a box containing some lovely jewels of pearls and diamonds, and a package of letters.
"Ha!" Mona exclaimed, with a quick, in-drawn breath, as she picked these up, and read the superscription on the uppermost envelope, ""Miss Mona Forester!" Can it be that these things belonged to my mother? And this picture! Oh, yes, it must be the very one that Louis Hamblin told me about--a picture of my father painted on ivory and set in a costly frame embellished with rubies!"
She bent over the portrait, gazing long and earnestly upon it, studying every feature of the handsome face, as if to impress them indelibly upon her mind.
"So this represents my father as he looked when he married my mother,"
she said, with a sigh. "He was very handsome, but, oh, what a sad, sad story it all was!"
She laid it down with an expression of keen pain on her young face and began to look over the costly jewels, handling them with a tender and reverent touch, while she saw that every one was marked with the name of "Mona" on the setting.
"These also are mine, and I shall certainly claim them. How strange that I should have found them thus!" she said, as she laid them carefully back in the box. Then she arose and righting the table, replaced the various things in the compartment.
In so doing she stepped upon a small box, which, until then, she had not seen.
The cover was held in place by a narrow rubber band.
She removed it, lifted the lid, and instantly a startled cry burst from her lips.
"Oh, what can it mean? what can it mean?" she exclaimed, losing all her color, and trembling with excitement.
At that moment the hall-bell rang again, and Mona turned once more to the window, now fully expecting to find that Ray had come.
No, another carriage stood before the door, but she could not see who had rung the bell.
She wondered why Ray did not come; it was more than an hour since he went away, and she began to fear that her captor was planning some fresh wrong to her, and he might be detained until it would be too late to help her.
She was growing both anxious and nervous, and thought she would just slip into Mrs. Montague"s bedroom and see if she could not get out in that way.
Suiting the action to the resolve, she hastened into the chamber, and tried the door.
No, that was locked on the outside, and she knew that the woman must have some evil purpose in thus making a prisoner of her.