"Perhaps, my lord, I don"t p.r.o.nounce it just right. Mrs. Valdriguez is Spanish."
"Indeed!"
"Yes, my lord, she was here first in the time of Lord Wilmersley"s mother, and "is lordship brought "er back again when he returned from "is "oneymoon. Lady Wilmersley never left these rooms without "aving either "is lordship, Mustapha, or Valdriguez with "er."
"Very good, Douglas, you can go now."
"A pretty state of things!" cried Cyril when the door closed behind the butler. "Here in civilised England a poor young creature is kept in confinement with a Spanish woman and a Turk to watch over her, and no one thinks of demanding an investigation! It"s monstrous!"
"My boy, you"re right. Never liked the man myself--confess it now--but I didn"t know anything against him. Pretty difficult to interfere, what?
Never occurred to me to do so."
"I am deeply pained by your att.i.tude to your unfortunate cousin, who paid with his life for his devotion to an afflicted woman. I feel it my duty to say that your suspicions are unworthy of you. I must go now; I have some parochial duties to attend to." And with scant ceremony the vicar stalked out of the room.
"It"s getting late, I see. Must be off too. Can"t be late for dinner--wife, you know. Why don"t you come with me--gloomy here--delighted to put you up. Do come," urged Twombley.
"Thanks awfully, not to-night. I"m dead beat. It"s awfully good of you to suggest it, though."
"Not at all; sorry you won"t come. See you at the inquest," said Twombley as he took his departure followed by the coroner.
Cyril remained where they left him. He was too weary to move. Before him on the desk lay his cousin"s blotter. Its white surface still bore the impress of the latter"s thick, sprawling handwriting. That chair not so many hours ago had held his unwieldy form. The murdered man"s presence seemed to permeate the room. Cyril shuddered involuntarily. The heavy, perfume-laden air stifled him. What was that? He could hear nothing but the tumultuous beating of his own heart. Yet he was sure, warned by some mysterious instinct, that he was not alone. Behind him stood--something.
He longed to move, but terror riveted him to the spot. A vision of his cousin"s baleful eyes rose before him with horrible vividness. He could feel their vindictive glare scorching him. Was he going mad? Was he a coward? No, he must face the--thing--come what might. Throwing back his head defiantly, he wheeled around--the detective was at his elbow! Cyril gave a gasp of relief and wiped the tell-tale perspiration from his forehead. He had completely forgotten the fellow. What a shocking state his nerves were in!
"Can you spare me a few minutes, my lord?" Whenever the detective spoke, Cyril had the curious impression as of a voice issuing from a fog. So grey, so effaced, so absolutely characterless was the man"s exterior!
His voice, on the other hand, was excessively individual. There lurked in it a suggestion of a.s.sertiveness, of aggressiveness even. Cyril was conscious of a sudden dread of this strong, insistent personality, lying as it were at ambush within that envelope of a body, that envelope which he felt he could never penetrate, which gave no indication whether it concealed a friend or enemy, a saint or villain.
"I shall not detain you long," Judson added, as Cyril did not answer immediately.
"Come into the drawing-room," said Cyril, leading the way there.
Thank G.o.d, he could breathe freely once more, thought Cyril, as he flung himself into the comfortable depths of a chintz-covered sofa. How delightfully wholesome and commonplace was this room! The air, a trifle chill, notwithstanding the coal fire burning on the hearth, was like balm to his fevered senses. His very soul felt cleansed and refreshed.
He no longer understood the terror which had so lately possessed him. He looked at Judson. How could he ever have dignified this remarkably unremarkable little man with his pompous manner into a mysterious and possibly hostile force. The thing was absurd.
"Sit down, Judson," said Cyril carelessly.
"My lord, am I not right in supposing that I am unknown to you? By reputation, I mean."
"Quite," Cyril candidly acknowledged.
"Ah! I thought so. Let me tell you then, my lord, that I am the receptacle of the secrets of most, if not all, of the aristocracy."
"Indeed!" said Cyril. I"ll take good care, he thought, that mine don"t swell the number.
"That being the case, it is clear that my reputation for discretion is una.s.sailable. You see the force of that argument, my lord?"
"Certainly," replied Cyril wearily.
"Anything, therefore, which I may discover during the course of this investigation, you may rest a.s.sured will be kept absolutely secret." He paused a moment. "You can, therefore, confide in me without fear,"
continued the detective.
Cyril was surprised and a little startled. What did the man know?
"What makes you think I have anything to confide?" he asked.
"It is quite obvious, my lord, that you are holding something back--something which would explain your att.i.tude towards Lady Wilmersley."
"I don"t follow you," replied Cyril, on his guard.
"You have given every one to understand that you have never seen her ladyship. You take up a stranger"s cause very warmly, my lord."
"I trust I shall always espouse the cause of every persecuted woman."
"But how are you sure that she was persecuted? Every one praises his lordship"s devotion to her. He gave her everything she could wish for except liberty. If she was insane, his conduct deserves great praise."
"But I am sure she is not."
"But you yourself urged me to secure her as soon as possible because you were afraid she might do further harm," Judson reminded him.
"That was before I heard Douglas"s testimony. He has seen her daily for three years and swears she is sane."
"And the opinion of an ignorant servant is sufficient to make you condemn his lordship without further proof?"
Cyril moved uneasily.
"If Lady Wilmersley is perfectly sane, it seems to me incredible that she did not manage to escape years ago. A note dropped out of her carriage would have brought the whole countryside to her rescue. Why, she had only to appeal to this very same butler, who is convinced of her sanity, and Lord Wilmersley could not have prevented her from leaving the castle. Public opinion would have protected her."
"That is true," acknowledged Cyril, "but her spirit may have been broken."
"What was there to break it? We hear only of his lordship"s almost excessive devotion. No, my lord, I can"t help thinking that you are judging both Lord and Lady Wilmersley by facts of which I am ignorant."
Cyril did not know what to answer. He had at first championed Lady Wilmersley because he had believed her to be his _protegee_, but now that it had been proved that she was not, why was he still convinced that she had in some way been a victim of her husband"s cruelty? He had to acknowledge that beyond a vague distrust of his cousin he had not only no adequate reason, but no reason at all, for his suspicions.
"You are mistaken," he said at last; "I am withholding nothing that could in any way a.s.sist you to unravel this mystery. I confess I neither liked nor trusted my cousin. I had no special reason. It was simply a case of Dr. Fell. I know no more than you do of his treatment of her ladyship. But doesn"t the choice of a Turk and a Spaniard as attendants on Lady Wilmersley seem to you open to criticism?"
"Not necessarily, my lord. We trust most those we know best. Lord Wilmersley had spent the greater part of his life with Turks and Spaniards. It therefore seems to me quite natural that when it came to selecting guardians for her ladyship, he should have chosen a man and a woman he had presumably known for some years, whose worth he had proved, whose fidelity he could rely on."
"That sounds plausible," agreed Cyril; "still I can"t help thinking it very peculiar, to say the least, that Lady Wilmersley was not under a doctor"s care."
"Her ladyship may have been too unbalanced to mingle with people, and yet not in a condition to require medical attention. Such cases are not uncommon."
"True, and yet I have a feeling that Douglas was right, when he a.s.sured us that her ladyship is not insane. You discredit his testimony on the ground that he is an ignorant man. But if a man of sound common-sense has the opportunity of observing a woman daily during three years, it seems to me that his opinion cannot be lightly ignored. You never knew my cousin. Well, I did, and as I said before, he was a man who inspired me with the profoundest distrust, although I cannot cite one fact to justify my aversion. I cannot believe that he ever sacrificed himself for any one and am much more inclined to credit Douglas"s suggestion that it was jealousy which led him to keep her ladyship in such strict seclusion. But why waste our time in idle conjectures when it is so easy to find out the truth? Those two doctors who saw her yesterday must be found. If they are men of good reputation, of course I shall accept their report as final."
"Very good, my lord, I will at once have an advertis.e.m.e.nt inserted in all the papers asking them to communicate with us. If that does not fetch them, I shall employ other means of tracing them."
"Has Lady Upton, her ladyship"s grandmother, been heard from?"
"She wired this morning asking for further particulars. Mr. Twombley answered her, I believe."