LIGHT AT LAST.
It was certainly a remarkable thing that when Kitty had prepared her
trap for Fenton just on the eve of his going away, by having Naball in
hiding to arrest him, that Malton, the only man who could effectually
accuse the American, should also have come down to Toorak in the nick
of time. But, then, coincidences do happen in real life as well as in
novels; and had Kitty carefully constructed the whole scene with an
eye to dramatic effect, it could hardly have turned out better.
Eugénie sat with the actress in the drawing-room, waiting for the
arrival of Fenton, and talking to Naball, who was seated near them.
The detective had listened to all with the keenest interest, but, much
to Kitty's disgust, seemed doubtful of the American's guilt.
"You were quick enough in accusing other people," she said angrily,
"myself among the number, and now, when I show you plain proof, you
disbelieve."
"I don't think the proof is strong enough, that's all," replied Naball
drily. "We have only the word of a child that she picked up the link
in the bedroom."
"Meg never tells falsehoods," interposed Eugénie quickly.
"I daresay not," he replied coolly. "However, Fenton may have lost
this link before."
"No, he didn't," said Caprice decisively. "He had the links on when he
was at supper. I saw them, and I ought to know, because I gave them to
him myself."
"But why should Fenton steal your diamonds? He's got lots of money,"
argued Naball, who was rather annoyed at Kitty finding out more than
he had.
"I don't know why he should," retorted the actress; "it's not my
business or yours to discover motives--all I know is, he did it, and
I'm going to have him arrested."
"Perhaps he'll be suspicious, and won't come."
"Oh yes, he will. He thinks I believe Stewart to be the thief, and as
to coming, I can whistle him back at any moment. Hark!" as a ring came
at the door. "There he is; get behind that screen. Miss Rainsford, you
go into the next room till I call."
Naball promptly did as he was told, so did Eugénie, and when Fenton
entered the room, he only found Kitty, calmly seated beside a little
table, reading a book.
Fenton was looking wonderfully well, but with a watchful look on his
face, as if he feared discovery. He had a good sum of money with him,
his passage to Valparaiso, and never for a moment thought that he was
on the edge of an abyss. Of course, Kitty did not know he was about to
abscond, and never thought how near her prey had escaped. She received
him quietly, with friendly interest, and Fenton, pulling a chair next
to hers, began to talk eagerly, never dreaming that an officer of the
law was listening to every word.
Not only that, but outside, crouching on the verandah, was a dark
figure, with a livid face, listening to what the man inside was
saying. Hiram Fenton, utterly unconscious, was surrounded on all sides
by his enemies, and went on telling all his plans to Kitty, never
thinking how near he was to the felon's dock from which he was flying.
"And what did you want to see me about!" asked Fenton, taking
Caprice's hand.
"Nothing in particular," she replied carelessly; "the fact is, I
haven't seen you for such a long time."
"Then you do care for me a little?"
Caprice shrugged her shoulders.
"As much as I do for any man; but I didn't ask you to come here to
make love. I want to talk seriously about giving up the stage."
She was leading him on so that he should betray himself to the
detective, and he walked straight into the trap.
"Oh, you're tired of acting," said Fenton thoughtfully.
"Yes; and of Melbourne. I want to go away."
Fenton started, and wondered if she knew he was going away also. He
thought for a moment, and then replied,--
"Then, why not come with me?"
"With you!" cried Kitty derisively. "What about Mrs. Malton?"
"I tell you, I don't care two straws about Mrs. Malton," he rejoined
angrily. "I was only amusing myself with her."
Amusing himself! The man outside ground his teeth together in anger,
and clutched the packet of letters fiercely.
"And what about your dear friend--her husband?"
"Oh, Malton," said Fenton carelessly. "I don't know, nor do I care; he
was a very useful man to me for a time. But, now, I'm off."
"Off!--where?"
"To Valparaiso. Yes, I'm sick of Australia, so I sail to-morrow
morning for South America. Will you come with me, Kitty?"
Kitty looked doubtful.
"I don't know. We have no money."
"I have plenty. I've arranged all that, and if there's a row, my dear
friend Malton will have to bear it. But now, Kitty, I've told you all,
you must come with me. We can live a delightful life in South America.
I know it well, and some of the places are Paradises. Come, say you'll
come to-night."
He put his arms round her, and pressed a kiss on her lips. She
shuddered at the impure caress, then pushing him away, arose to her
feet.
"Don't touch me," she said harshly, "you--you thief!"
In a moment Fenton was on his feet, with an apprehensive look on his
face.
"Thief! thief!" he cried fiercely; "what do you mean?"
"Mean," she said, turning on him like a tiger, "that I know now who
stole my diamonds, Mr. Hiram Fenton."
"Do you accuse me?" he asked, with a pale face, gripping her wrist.
"Yes, I do," said Kitty, wrenching her wrist away, "and I've got a
proof--this broken sleeve-link, dropped by you in my room on the night
of the robbery."
"It's a lie!"
"It's true! I accuse you of stealing my diamonds. Detective Naball,
arrest that man."
Fenton started as Naball stepped out from behind the screen, and then
folded his arms, with an evil smile.
"So!" he said coolly, "this is a trap, I see; but I'm not to be caught
in it. You say I stole your diamonds?"
"I do," said Kitty boldly.
"And your proof is that you picked up a broken sleeve-link?"
"Yes."
"Then, Mr. Detective," said Fenton, holding out both his wrists to
Naball, "if you examine these, you will see neither of the links are
broken."
Naball, with an ejaculation of surprise, examined both the links, and
found what he said was correct--neither of the sleeve-links were
broken.
"Have you not made a mistake?" he said to Caprice.
"No, I have not," she replied coolly. "When he found he had lost a
sleeve-link, he got another made, in order to avert suspicion. I say
Hiram Fenton stole my diamonds, and I give him in charge."
Naball stepped forward, but the American, who was now uneasy at the
turn affairs had taken, waved him back.
"Wait a moment," he said quickly; "I deny the charge, and will prove
it false to-morrow."
Kitty laughed derisively.
"By which time you will be on your way to Valparaiso. No, I'm not
going to let you go."
"Neither am I," said Naball decisively. "I arrest you on this charge
of robbery now," and he laid his hand on the shoulder of the American.
In a moment Fenton twisted himself away, and dexterously throwing
Naball on the ground, darted towards one of the French windows.
"Not so fast, my friend," he said sneeringly, while Naball,
half-stunned, was picking himself up; "guess I'll beat you this time.
I care nothing for you nor that she-devil there. You can prove
nothing."
Naball made a bound forward, but with a mocking laugh Fenton was about
to step lightly through the window, when he was dashed violently back
into Naball's arms, and Malton, pale as death sprang into the room.
"Hold him," he cried, clutching Fenton, who was too much astonished to
make any resistance. "Don't let him go. He's guilty--I can prove it."
Eugénie had hurried into the room, attracted by the noise, and Kitty
was standing near her, the two women clinging together for protection.
Naball held Fenton firmly, while Malton, in a frenzy of rage, spoke
rapidly.
"He is guilty of the robbery," he shrieked, menacing Fenton with his
fists. "He embezzled money with me, and had it been found out, we
would both have been put in prison. He stole the diamonds on the night
of the supper, by going upstairs to your room, and then leaving by the
window, so as to make people think it was a burglary."
"A cursed lie!" growled Fenton, making an effort to shake Naball off.
"No, it isn't," cried Malton furiously. "Villiers can prove it. You
met him as you were coming round the house, and gave him some diamonds
to make him hold his tongue."
"Oh, the crescent!" cried Naball.
"Yes, yes; and then he sold the diamonds to old Lazarus, and
afterwards murdered him. Yes, he killed Jacob Lazarus!"
Fenton's nostrils dilated, he drew a deep breath, and gave a cry of
anger; but Malton went on speaking rapidly.
"I got that note not from Ezra Lazarus, but from Fenton, and lied to
shield him; but now, when I find out he makes love to my wife, I'll do
anything to hang him. See, these letters--your cursed letters,"
flinging them on the ground before Fenton. "You liar, thief, murderer,
you're done for at last!"
"Not yet!" yelled Fenton, and with a sudden effort he flung Naball
off, and dashed for the window, but Malton sprang on him like a wild
cat, and they both rolled on the floor. Naball jumped up, and went to
Malton's help, when suddenly the American, with a supreme effort,
wrenched himself clear of them, and ran once more for the window.
Seeing this, Kitty, who had remained a passive spectator, tried to
stop him, but with an oath he hurled her from him, and she, falling
against a table, knocked it over, and fell senseless on the ground.
Fenton, with a cry of anger, dashed through the window, and
disappeared into the darkness. But, quick as he was, Malton was
quicker; for seeing his enemy escape him, he also sprang through the
window, and gave chase.
Naball, breathless, and covered in blood, was about to go also, when a
cry from Eugénie stopped him. The girl was kneeling down beside Kitty,
while the frightened servants crowded in at the door.
"Oh, she is dead! dead!" cried Eugénie, looking down at the still
face. "No; she can't be. Brandy--bring some brandy!"
A servant entered with the brandy, and Eugénie, filling a glass,
forced some of the liquid between Kitty's clenched teeth. Naball also
took a glass, as he was worn-out with the struggle, then, hastily
putting on his hat, went out, leaving Kitty lying, to all appearances
dead, in Eugénie's arms.
Meanwhile, Malton was close on the heels of the American, who had
cleared out by the gate, and was making for the railway station. There
were few people about; but the spectacle of two men racing bare-headed
soon brought a crowd around. Fenton, with deep curses, sped on through
the driving rain, and at last flew on to the platform, followed by
Malton, who gasped out,--
"Seize him! Murderer! murderer!"
The station-master, a porter, and some passengers who were waiting,
all sprang forward at this; so Fenton, seeing himself surrounded, gave
one yell of rage, and, jumping on the line, ran along.
"My God!" cried the station-master, "the train is coming down; he will
be killed."
He tried to hold Malton, who was mad with anger at seeing his prey
escape him, and, foaming with anger, wrenched himself away.
"You'll be killed!" cried the porter; but Malton, with a hoarse cry,
sprang on to the line, and sped after Fenton through the driving rain.
It was pitch dark, and the rain swept along in slanting sheets,
through which gleamed the red and green of the signals. Malton, only
actuated by a mad desire to seize Fenton, staggered blindly over the
sleepers, stumbling at every step.
Suddenly he heard the hard breathing of the man he was pursuing, and
the foremost figure loomed up dark and misshapen in the thick night.
They were now near the railway bridge which crosses the Yarra-Yarra at
this point, and the steady sweep of the river could be heard as it
flowed against the iron girders.
Fenton, hearing some one close behind him, made a bound forwards, then
fell on the line, with a shriek of despair. In a moment Malton was on
him, and the two men rolled on the line, fighting like devils.
"Curse you!" hissed Malton, putting his knee on Fenton's chest, "I'll
kill you!--I'll kill you!" And he dashed Fenton's head against the
iron rails.
The American, in despair, flung up his hands, and caught Malton round
the neck. Once more they fought, wrapped in a deadly embrace, when
suddenly they felt the bridge vibrate, and, even in their struggle,
saw rapidly approaching, through the darkness the light of the down
train.
Malton, with a cry of horror, tried to release himself from Fenton's
grip, but the American held him tight, and in another moment the
train, with a roar, was on the bridge, and over their bodies.
One hoarse yell, and all was over. Evan Malton and Hiram Fenton were
torn to pieces under the cruel wheels.