The unexpected appearance of Jasper Vermont startled both Lady Constance
and Adrien.
"Jasper!" exclaimed Adrien, almost sternly, drawing the silken wrap
around Lady Constance as if to shield her from all eyes but his own. "I
did not expect you here to-night."
"No," answered Jasper. "I have travelled post-haste to try and save you
from heavy trouble; the matter is so pressing that you must give me my
way and attend to it at once. I am sure Lady Constance would forgive
this intrusion, if she only knew of what serious importance it is to
you, and, indeed, to us all."
He moved forward as he spoke; and the light of the full moon falling on
his smooth, clean-shaven face, showed it so ghastly white, so moved by
strong emotion that Lady Constance started back a step, while Leroy
himself stared in surprise.
"Good Heavens!" he said, "whatever is the matter to make you drive down
in such a state? What is wrong? Is it the theatre?" A faint contemptuous
smile crossed his face as he thought of Ada.
"Pshaw!" exclaimed Vermont, scornfully. "The theatre! No, Adrien,
there's not a moment to be lost. I must speak with you at once. Don't
look at me like that. You do not grasp what imminent peril is hanging
over you."
"Peril!" gasped Lady Constance, springing forward and placing her hand
on Adrien's arm, her movement showing, perhaps unconsciously, the state
of her feelings towards him more than anything else could have done. It
was as if she wished to share with him any approaching pain.
Jasper glanced at her from beneath his lowered lids--the sort of hungry
look one would imagine a starving wolf might cast at a lamb.
"Serious peril!" repeated Lady Constance.
"Of what kind?" asked Leroy, still with that faint smile on his lips,
and quite unmoved by Jasper's solemn face. Then, without waiting for an
answer, he continued scornfully: "Peril! My dear Jasper, what danger can
I be in? This is not the Middle Ages, and there are no assassins waiting
around, are there? However, let me take Con--Lady Constance back to the
ball-room again, and then I will enjoy, or at any rate listen to all you
have to tell me."
Jasper Vermont smiled bitterly, and took out his watch, which had been a
present from Leroy.
"Adrien," he said slowly, "you have ten minutes between you and
dishonour!"
Adrien turned round sharply, and half raised his arm as if to strike,
while such a stern look crossed his face that Lady Constance scarcely
recognised it as the same which, but a few minutes ago, had gazed on her
so lovingly.
"Adrien!" she cried, almost shuddering at the tense anger shining in his
eyes. "He must be mad!" She turned proudly on Jasper. "That is
sufficient, Mr. Vermont. Pray leave us at once. If this is a jest, I
consider it is in extremely bad taste."
Jasper bit his lip at her words, but did not shift his ground.
"No," said Leroy, "it is no jest, dear; there is something wrong, I feel
sure. I will have a few words with him in private." He led her gently
towards the door, and with pale face and trembling heart, Lady Constance
re-entered the ball-room she had left so happily, seating herself near
the entrance in one of the many alcoves. She was overcome by a nameless
fear, and that horrible feeling of utter helplessness which overwhelms
one as in a heavy cloud, and darkens the horizon for us all when weighed
down by suspense.
Suddenly she determined to seek Lord Barminster, and had risen to do so,
when she heard not only the voices of Adrien and Vermont, but another
also, a strange one, talking not loudly but very sternly. Hardly knowing
what to do, she was about to return to the terrace to ascertain what was
happening, when fortunately her uncle approached with Mortimer Shelton.
She went quickly to meet them, and told them her fears.
Much surprised, both Lord Barminster and Mr. Shelton accompanied her;
and they found the voices were issuing from one of the small anterooms
adjoining the terrace. Within this room, which was far removed from
where the dancing was going on, they discovered Adrien Leroy, unmasked
and very pale, staring at a blue paper which had evidently been given to
him by the man standing at his side--an inspector of police.
"What is the matter, Adrien?" asked his father, and seeing that Jasper
Vermont was also present, he turned his eyes to him inquiringly. But
Jasper seemed wishful to avoid his glance, and only shook his head.
Adrien handed back the blue paper, still without speaking, then turned,
as if to address his father, who was looking sternly from one troubled
face to the other, while behind him stood Lady Constance and Mortimer
Shelton. But before any one could utter a word, the inspector came
forward, and addressing Lord Barminster, said quietly:
"Sorry, my lord, to have to do this at such a time but I am here in the
performance of my duty. I should be glad if we could go to a more
private room, where I could explain to your lordship without your guests
being informed of the matter."
Lord Barminster was about to sharply retort when Shelton, who seemed to
realise the seriousness of the affair, touched him lightly on the arm.
"I think, sir," he said earnestly, "it would be as well to hear what
this man has to say quietly, as he suggests."
Lord Barminster controlled his feelings, recognising the good sense of
the suggestion, and turning coldly to the inspector, said:
"Perhaps it would be best, Inspector. Kindly come this way."
At the end of a small passage outside the anteroom, the door opened into
a smaller room, which at one time had been used as a study, and was
noted for its impenetrability as to sound. Here they entered; and Lord
Barminster, asking all to be seated, bade the inspector proceed with
such explanations as he had to offer.
"My lord," he said respectfully, "the explanation is a very simple one,
and in deference to your lordship, to make it as private as possible, I
have left my men outside the Castle. I, unfortunately, hold a warrant
for the arrest of Mr. Adrien Leroy on a charge of forgery."
An exclamation of horror burst from all, except Adrien and Jasper; but
the speaker continued:
"In performance of my duty, I arrest him, in the King's name." He
touched Adrien lightly on the arm as he spoke.
Lord Barminster drew a long breath, but still hoping against his better
judgment that the affair was what its originators considered, a
practical joke, he restrained all appearance of anger.
"Come," he said, "this may be an excellent jest; but whoever is
responsible for it must surely realise that it has gone far enough."
"This is no jest, sir," said Adrien, and he looked at Mortimer Shelton,
who sat, white and bewildered, opposite to him.
"I am arrested on a charge of forging Shelton's signature to a bill for
ten thousand pounds."
"Good Heavens!" exclaimed his friend, starting up in horror. "But it is
impossible that they should think you--"
"Shelton," continued Adrien steadily, "has written a letter saying that
the signature is a forgery."
"I wrote last week, not knowing; but, of course"--he laughed
scornfully--"it is all a mistake, which can soon be rectified. The idea
of coming to you for such a thing! I hope you don't believe, my dear
Adrien, that I had any hand in this monstrous accusation?"
"Of course, I know that," replied his friend, holding out his hand. "But
the writing has a distinct resemblance to mine, I admit; and two
witnesses are ready to prove, so the inspector tells me, that they saw
me enter the office of a certain 'Harker's,' I think it is, where the
bill was signed, and also that my motor was standing at the door. While
a third witness, a clerk at the office, has filed an affidavit that he
actually saw me writing on the bill, there. All this, father"--turning
once more to the old man--"passes a jest."
"Yes, indeed," replied Lord Barminster sarcastically; "for a Leroy, who
can command a hundred thousand pounds by a stroke of his pen, to forge a
bill for ten thousand pounds is not a jest, but simple madness. The
charge is some insolent conspiracy."
Almost unconsciously, he fixed his glance on Jasper Vermont, who, during
the whole time, had sat motionless and silent. It seemed as if he
guessed, intuitively, that that smooth individual was at the bottom of
it all. Then he turned his grey eyes to Adrien's calm face, and from his
to the white one of Lady Constance, whose eyes were flashing with anger
at the mere idea of any one doubting Adrien's honour.
There was a moment's silence, broken by Shelton, who rose and grasped
his friend's hand.
"Adrien," he said, in a voice charged with emotion, "Adrien, I can bear
this no longer. Give this foul accusation the lie. I know, my dear
fellow, as surely as I know that I did not write it myself, that you had
nothing to do with the accursed signature. But, for Heaven's sake, tell
the others so too."
Adrien returned the friendly clasp with a smile that lit up his whole
face; then looking round, he said quietly:
"I did not write it; I know nothing of it."
Lord Barminster rose from his seat at the sound of his son's voice, and
put his hand on Adrien's shoulder; then, as if half ashamed of his
pardonable emotion, he turned to the inspector.
"You hear, sir, Mr. Leroy knows nothing of the matter."
"That, my lord," returned the inspector respectfully, "would not justify
me in leaving here without him. I fear he must accompany me; my
instructions under the warrant are too strict. Mere denial is, of
course, a common matter, and a usual one--begging your pardon, my
lord"--for the old man had started indignantly.
"I should suggest, my lord," continued the inspector hurriedly, "that an
alibi would be of the most service. I do not say for one moment that Mr.
Leroy did commit the forgery; but, of course, he will be able to prove
where he was on the twenty-second of last month, at three o'clock."
Shelton's face brightened. He wheeled round on his friend.
"Adrien," he exclaimed, "tell us where you were on that day; not to
satisfy me, you know that, but to get this folly over."
Leroy gazed sadly at him, but remained silent; and Shelton grew hot, and
then white with irritation, at this inexplicable silence.
"Think, my dear Adrien," he said in a quick, impatient voice. "Were you
at the club, or your chambers, or Park Lane--where were you? Come, you
can't have forgotten."
He stamped his foot in his impatience; for although he would have
laughed to scorn any assertion of his friend's guilt, it annoyed him
that a shadow should remain on Adrien's name for a single instant, and
especially when a few words from Leroy himself would end the matter.
But Adrien made no indignant protest, such as might have been expected.
"No," he said at length, "I have not forgotten where I spent the day of
the twenty-second----"
"Then, for Heaven's sake, man, speak out," exclaimed Shelton in
excitement.
"I cannot," answered Adrien with a sigh. "I gave my word to keep secret
certain events that happened on that day. They took place far away from
the City, but I cannot reveal where. Those who say they saw me in London
are lying, and I could easily disprove their statements; but you would
not have me break my word?"
There was an awful silence, as he finished speaking. Not one present but
realised the gravity of the situation, and the futility of putting
further questions.
At this point the inspector turned to Lord Barminster.
"My lord," he said almost gently, "I'm afraid I must ask Mr. Leroy to
come back with me--and at once; but for the sake of all here, it can be
arranged so that your guests shall remain ignorant. There are not many
hours before the morning now."
This was indeed true, for time waits for no man, be it spent in pleasure
or in crime. "I would suggest that Mr. Leroy and myself return to
London; and if he will give me his word of honour not to attempt any
escape, I will dismiss my men, who were sent down with me altogether
against my will."
"Certainly, you may rely on my not offering any resistance," was Leroy's
reply, with a faint smile at the idea called up by the inspector's
words. "I should like to change my things to something more suitable."
He glanced down at the velvet and lace of his King Charles costume; all
this seemed like a dream from which he must awake to find himself back
in the ball-room.
"Certainly, sir," agreed the inspector, who seemed honestly reluctant to
make the business any more unpleasant than necessary.
"I will come with you," put in Lord Barminster suddenly.
"I also," said Mortimer Shelton. "I will come up with you, and change
into something more fitted for the journey."
Turning to Lady Constance, her uncle besought her to return to the
ball-room, and thus prevent any remarks being made as to the absence of
himself and Adrien. Bravely, as was to be expected of her, she turned
obediently; and with a few whispered, loving words to Adrien, left the
room, followed, almost unnoticed, by Jasper Vermont. He was quite
satisfied with the success of his plot, but had no desire to come into
contact with Lord Barminster, if he could avoid it.
Meanwhile, having ordered refreshments for the inspector, Lord
Barminster prepared to accompany his son to London. The arrangements
took but a short time; and when the three men, accompanied by the
inspector, silently entered the car which had been brought round, the
ball was drawing to an end. Carriages and motors were driving away,
filled with tired but happy guests, who little guessed that their host
and his son were also being driven away--but to a police-station.
Outside the Castle gates the inspector stopped to dismiss two or three
plain-clothes officers who were awaiting him, telling them to return to
London by the first train.
"I would suggest," he said quietly, as the car rolled through the quiet
country lanes, "that we wait together in London until the court opens;
and when I have delivered up my charge, you can go before the
magistrate, and obtain bail, in whatever amounts are required. Mr. Leroy
would then be able to return to Barminster until the actual trial--if,
of course, such should be necessary."
"A very sensible idea," agreed Shelton. "Thank you, Inspector. When this
matter is satisfactorily cleared up, you will not lose by your sympathy,
nor by the way you have conducted the business."
Lord Barminster was also pleased at this suggestion, and, on their
arrival in London, the whole party went straight to Barminster House for
breakfast, after which the four walked down to the court, where
application for bail was made and accepted in two sureties of ten
thousand pounds each from Lord Barminster and Mortimer Shelton; then
Adrien found himself free until the day of trial.
They returned to their town house, where his father telephoned to the
family solicitors. Within half an hour the head of the firm arrived, and
was put in possession of such meagre details as Adrien could furnish,
without disclosing his doings on the fateful date, the twenty-second.
The lawyer's face was very grave as he listened.
"It will not be an easy task, my lord," he ventured to say to Lord
Barminster as he took his departure, "but I will do my best, and will
have opinion of the highest counsel obtainable."
They were soon ready to undertake the return journey, and before parting
with the kindly inspector, Lord Barminster very warmly thanked him. All
felt that they had been spared a great deal of humiliation by the way he
had so far conducted the case. At the Castle they found that nothing was
known of the affair. Miss Penelope had retired to her own rooms to
recover from the fatigue of the ball, while Constance was quite serene,
strong in her loving faith in Adrien and content to ask no questions.
Jasper Vermont had also left Barminster, but had sent a note in which be
stated that he was working in his friend's interest, and hoped to
unearth the mystery of the conspiracy. This sounded plausible and meant
nothing--which was thoroughly characteristic of Mr. Vermont.
The cases at the Central Criminal Court were fortunately light ones, and
did not take long to settle, so that the interval between the acceptance
of bail and the date of the trial was a short one. There was, of course,
great excitement in the fashionable world over Adrien's sensational
arrest, but this the young man wisely ignored; taking refuge at
Barminster Castle from the curiosity and sympathy of friends and
reporters alike, and resolutely refusing to be interviewed.
One thing--so characteristic of him--Adrien did at once. Notwithstanding
his own cares, he remembered his promise to Ada Lester at the ball, and
instructed the solicitors to prepare a deed by which the money and the
rights of the Casket Theatre should be made over to her, and settled on
her at once; at the same time, ordering that the papers should be handed
to her personally, thus providing against any mistakes or interference
on the part of Jasper.
This kindly thought completely turned the scale of Ada's gratitude in
his favour. Rejoicing at the blow which she knew this would be to Mr.
Vermont, and in ignorance of his last treachery to Adrien, she
determined to show him up in his true colours at the first opportunity.
Meanwhile, as the day of the trial approached, Lord Barminster and
Mortimer Shelton became more and more anxious.
The solicitors had briefed the finest and best known barristers for the
defence; but one and all agreed that unless Adrien could prove an alibi,
only a miracle could save him from conviction.
On the actual day Adrien Leroy took his place in the dock, listening
through the day with unwearied calm to the long speeches made by the
counsel on both sides.
Witness after witness was called; but none could shake the evidence of
Harker's clerk, who swore to seeing Leroy actually sign the bill in
question, on the twenty-second of the preceding month.
Towards the end of the case, when both judge, jury and counsel were
tired out by the conflicting statements, a note was sent to the
barrister for the defence by a veiled lady, who had sat in the back of
the court during the whole day's proceedings.
He opened it carelessly, but after a swift glance at the few lines which
it contained, his face brightened. Resuming his usual confident tones,
he desired that a new witness might be called, namely Lady Merivale.
At the name Adrien started forward, but it was too late. A lady in
black, pale but composed, entered the witness box, and was duly sworn.
Calmly she gave her evidence, stating that she had visited her aunt,
Lady Rose Challoner, at Hampton Court on the twenty-second of the
previous month, and while there had met Mr. Adrien Leroy. He had rowed
her up the river, and as an additional witness she could produce one of
the boatmen to whom she had spoken while at Hampton, and who had watched
them start.
After this there was little more to be said. The miracle had indeed
happened! It was clearly a case of perjury on the part of Harker's
clerk, for whose arrest the judge ordered a warrant to be issued.
On the delivery of the verdict in Adrien's favour, Lady Merivale left
the court. She did not glance at Leroy, nor indeed anyone present, but
walked blindly out. She knew that not only had she restored the man she
loved to freedom and to honour, but in all probability ruined her own
social position. For Jasper Vermont's veiled threats at the Barminster
fancy dress ball could not be ignored, and now that she had deliberately
gone contrary to his wishes in disclosing where Adrien had spent the
fateful twenty-second of May, she could not but doubt that Vermont would
make use of the mysterious power which he had hinted he held over her.
What this power was she could only surmise, for, of course, she was in
ignorance of Jasper's connection with "Harker's Ltd." But she had an
uncomfortable feeling that Adrien's freedom had been purchased at
considerable danger to herself, and the thought haunted her
unpleasantly.