Mrs. Montague flushed hotly at this interference, then seeing that she could not change the condition of affairs, and that Ray evidently understood matters, as he only bowed in the most frigid manner in response to her effusive greeting, she resigned herself to the inevitable and returned to her chair with an air of haughty defiance.
It was Mrs. Montague whom Mona had heard moving about in the chamber adjoining the boudoir.
The woman had come in just after Mary admitted that first caller below, and speeding swiftly and noiselessly up stairs, was making some changes in her toilet when the bell rang again. Mr. Corbin and Mr. Graves were at the door. She heard it, and gliding softly into the hall, leaned over the bal.u.s.trade to ascertain who had called.
The moment she heard Mr. Corbin inquire for her, she grew white with pa.s.sion, and her eyes flashed angrily, for she imagined that he had come to question her again regarding Mona Forester. She did not see his companion, however.
"I will give him a dose to remember this time," she muttered. Then she heard Mary inform the gentlemen that she was not at home.
"Yes, I am, Mary," she said, in a low tone, for she felt in a defiant mood, and not suspecting the fatal nature of the lawyer"s visit, and feeling very secure in her own position, she rather courted an opportunity to defy him. "Invite the gentleman in, and I will be down presently."
She turned to go back to her chamber to complete her toilet, when she heard some one moving about in her boudoir.
She glided to the door, softly opened it, and looked in. Instantly her face lighted with a smile of evil triumph, though she gave a great start of surprise as she saw Mona there, and evidently searching for something.
She had already learned that the girl had managed to escape from the power of Louis and returned to New York. Therefore she now imagined that she had but just arrived and had come directly there to secure her other trunk, when doubtless she would immediately seek Ray Palmer"s protection, and denounce both herself and her nephew for their plot against her.
Such a proceeding she knew would ruin all her prospects of becoming Mr.
Palmer"s wife, and, actuated by a sudden impulse, she hastily drew the door to again and locked it. Then she sped back to her chamber door and turned the key in that also, to prevent escape that way, and entirely forgetting in her excitement that she had intended to make still further changes in her toilet before going below.
This done, she sped swiftly down stairs, and encountered Mary in the hall.
"Lor", marm! I didn"t know you had come in till you spoke," the girl remarked, with a curious stare at her.
"I have a latch-key, you know," Mrs. Montague returned, as she swept on toward the drawing-room, and the girl wondered why she "looked so strange and seemed so fl.u.s.tered."
Mrs. Montague entered the room with haughty mien, intending to dispose of Mr. Corbin with short ceremony, but she was somewhat taken aback when she found that he was accompanied by another legal-looking gentleman.
She had but just exchanged formal greetings with them when Ray made his appearance; but she did not suspect that he was aware of Mona"s presence in the house. Mr. Graves" remark had led her to suppose that he was there by his appointment.
Mr. Corbin bowed to the young man, and remarked:
"I was about to explain to Mrs. Montague that some proofs regarding the ident.i.ty of Miss Montague have recently come into my possession."
"Do you mean to a.s.sert that you have proofs that will establish the theory which you advanced to me during your last call here?" Mrs.
Montague demanded, with a derisive smile.
"That is exactly what I mean, madame," Mr. Corbin replied.
Mrs. Montague tossed her head scornfully.
She was sure that the only proof in existence of Mona Forester"s legal marriage was at that moment safely lying in the secret compartment of that little table up stairs. She had not seen it since her return, for she had been too busy to look over those things again and destroy such as would be dangerous, if they should fall into other hands; but she had seen them so recently she felt very secure, and did not dream that she had been guilty of any carelessness regarding them.
She knew, also, that up to the evening of Louis" last declaration to her, Mona had no proof to produce, and, supposing that she had but just returned from Havana, she did not imagine that either of the lawyers or Ray had seen her to learn anything new from her, even if she had discovered anything.
"Well, I should like to see them," she responded, contemptuously, but with a confident air that would have been very irritating to one less a.s.sured than Mr. Corbin.
He quietly drew a folded paper from his breast-pocket, opened and smoothed it out, and going to the woman"s side, held it before her for examination.
She was wholly unprepared for the appalling revelation that met her eyes, and the instant that she realized that the paper was the identical certificate, which she believed to be in her own possession, she lost every atom of her color. A cry of anger and dismay broke from her, and s.n.a.t.c.hing the parchment from the lawyer"s hand, she sprang to her feet, crying, hoa.r.s.ely:
"Where did you get it? how did it come into your possession?"
"Pray, madame, do not be so excited," Mr. Corbin calmly returned, "and be careful of that doc.u.ment, if you please, for it is worth a great deal to my young client. Mr. Raymond Palmer supplied me with this very necessary link in the evidence required to prove Miss Montague"s ident.i.ty."
"And how came Raymond Palmer to have a paper that belonged to me?"
demanded Mrs. Montague, turning to him with an angry gleam in her eyes.
"I have supposed him to be a gentleman--he must be a thief, else he never could have had it."
"You are mistaken in both a.s.sertions, Mrs. Montague," Ray responded, with cold dignity. "In the first place, the paper does not belong to you; it rightly belongs to your husband"s daughter. In the second place, it came into my possession in a perfectly legitimate manner. On the day of your high-tea I came here a little late, if you remember. Your private parlor above was used as the gentleman"s dressing-room, and I found that doc.u.ment lying underneath the draperies of the bay-window. I accidentally stepped upon it. It crackled beneath my feet, and it was but natural that I should wish to ascertain what was there. When I discovered the nature of the paper I felt perfectly justified in taking charge of it, in the interests of my promised wife, and so gave it into Mr. Corbin"s hands."
Mrs. Montague sat like one half stunned during this explanation, for she readily comprehended how this terrible calamity had happened to overtake her. She realized that the certificate must have slipped from her lap to the floor while she was examining the other contents of that secret compartment; and, when she had been so startled by Mona"s rap and upset the table, it had been pushed underneath the draperies, while, during her hurry in replacing the various articles, she had not noticed that it was missing.
"Yes, I understand," she said, in a low, constrained, despairing tone.
"You have balked me at last, but," throwing back her head like some animal suddenly brought to bay, "what are you going to do about it?"
"Only what is right and just, Mrs. Montague," courteously responded Mr.
Corbin.
"Right and just!" she repeated, with bitter emphasis. "That means, I suppose, that you are going to compel me to give up my fortune."
"The law decrees that children shall have their father"s property, excepting, of course, a certain portion," said the lawyer.
"A paltry one-third," retorted Mrs. Montague, angrily.
"Yes, unless the heirs choose to allow something more to the widow.
Perhaps my client--"
Mrs. Montague sprang to her feet, her face flaming with sudden pa.s.sion.
"Do you suppose I would ever humiliate myself enough to accept any favor from Mona Forester"s child?" she cried, as she paced the floor excitedly back and forth, "Never! I will never be triumphed over. I will defy you all! Oh, to be beaten thus!--it is more than I can bear."
Mrs. Montague"s fury was something startling in its bitterness and intensity, and the three gentlemen, witnessing it, could not help feeling something of pity for the proud woman in her humiliation, even though they were disgusted with her vindictiveness and selfishness.
"Defiance will avail you nothing, Mrs. Montague; an amicable spirit would conduce far more to your advantage," Mr. Corbin remarked. "And now I advise you," he added, "to quietly relinquish all right and t.i.tle to this fortune excepting, of course, your third, and trust to your husband"s daughter and her counsel to make you such allowance as they may consider right. If you refuse to do this we shall be obliged to resort to the courts to settle the question of inheritance."
"Take the matter into the courts, then," was the pa.s.sionate retort. "I will defy you all to the bitter end. And you," turning with blazing eyes and crimson cheeks to Ray, "I suppose you imagined that you were to win a princely inheritance with your promised wife; that when you found this piece of parchment you would thus enable Mona Forester"s child to triumph over the woman who hated her with a deadly hatred. Not so, I a.s.sure you, for my vengeance is even more complete than I ever dared to hope, and your "promised wife," my fine young man, will never flaunt her colors in triumph over me here in New York, for her reputation has been irretrievably ruined, and the city shall ring with the vile story ere another twenty-four hours shall pa.s.s."
"Don"t be too sure, madame; don"t be too sure that you"re going to down that clever little lady just yet," were the words which suddenly startled every one in the room, and the next instant the door swung wide open to admit a new actor in the drama.
A brisk, energetic little man entered the room, and going directly to Mrs. Montague"s side, he laid his hand upon her shoulder.
"Madame, you are my prisoner," he added, in a more quiet but intensely satisfied tone.
"What do you mean, sir?" haughtily demanded the woman, as she shook herself free from his touch. "Who are you, and how came you here?"
"Well, we"ll take one question at a time, if you please, madame," the new-comer returned. "First, what do I mean? Just what I say--you are my prisoner. I arrest you for obtaining money under false pretenses--for theft, for abduction. The proof of the first charge is right here in my hand. Look!"