BAMBINO IN THE HOSPITAL.
Mr. Mole was in the accident ward, and many poor wretches were sighing
and groaning around him.
In the next bed on the right-hand side was a man who appeared in a
comatose state.
Calling the nurse he said, "What is the matter with that man there?"
"He is dying," was the reply.
"Is that so?"
"It's a case of suicide. He was the Italian valet of an English
nobleman, they say."
"What is the nobleman's name?"
"Lord Maltravers."
Mr. Mole, at this announcement, gave a start which nearly displaced the
splints around his leg.
"Bambino!" he ejaculated.
As he said this; the man in a dying condition looked up with wide-open
eyes.
The mention of his name seemed to have aroused him from the state of
stupor into which he was plunged.
"Yes. I am Bambino," he said, in a faint voice. "Who calls me?"
"I," replied Mole.
"Who are you? My eyes are dim. I cannot see you. All is a blank."
"A friend."
"What would you with me, friend?"
"Who shot you?"
This was a random question on the part of the professor, but it touched
the right chord.
"My master," replied Bambino, for it was he, and Mr. Mole by a strange
fatality had been placed in the same ward and in the bed next to the
scoundrel.
"Why did he shoot you?"
"Because he was going to marry a young lady in New York and I told him
he had a wife alive and that it would be bigamy. I wanted money to keep
quiet and he would not give it me. Then I threatened to produce the
first wife, so he shot me."
The nurse was standing by, listening to the strange conversation.
"Did you hear that?" inquired Mole.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Pay particular attention to it if you please, as it is of the utmost
importance to a friend of mine and you will be required possibly as a
witness."
"Who is this first wife?" pursued Mole, "and what is her name?"
"A French woman, Adéle Bellefontaine, living with Madame Vesta Levine,
the clairvoyant, in New York city!"
The heavy lids fell down over the eyes and the man lapsed into a state
of semi-consciousness.
It was then about nine o'clock in the evening.
If the professor's leg had not been broken, he would have got up and
hastened to the Continental Hotel to apprise Jack Harkaway of that
which would have been amply sufficient to stop the impending marriage
on the morrow between Lena Van Hoosen and Lord Maltravers.
The next day they were to be married and if ever that marriage took
place, Jack's heart would be broken.
Bambino's utterances were not the ravings of delirium, far from it; he
spoke coherently enough, and had given sufficient information to enable
Jack to stop the marriage.
Adéle Bellefontaine--Madame Vesta Levine, the clairvoyant--that was
enough.
Surely there could be no difficulty in finding either or both of them.