A WOMAN'S TONGUE
Grooton returned a few minutes later from the village. He begged the
favour of a few words with me. He was a man of impassive features and
singular quietness of demeanour. Yet it was obvious that something had
happened to disturb him.
"I think it only right, sir, that you should know of the reports which
are circulating in the neighbourhood," he said, fixing his dark grave
eyes respectfully upon me. "I called for a few minutes at the inn, and
made it my business to listen."
"Do these reports concern me, Grooton?" I asked.
"They do, sir."
"Go ahead, then," I told him.
"They refer also, sir," he said, "to the man who was found dead near the
cottage where you used to live in January last. He was supposed to have
been washed up from the sea, but it has recently been stated that he was
seen, on the evening of the day before his body was found, in the
village, and it is also stated that he inquired from a certain person as
to the whereabouts of your cottage. He set out with the intention of
calling upon you, and he was found dead in the morning by you, sir,
within a hundred yards of where you were living."
"Anything else, Grooton?"
"There is a lot of foolish talk, sir. He is said to have been a
relative of yours with whom you were not on good terms, and the young
lady who has just given this information to the police through her
father states that she has remained silent up to now at your request."
"I am supposed, then," I said, "to be concerned in this fellow's death?"
"I have heard that opinion openly expressed, sir," Grooton assented,
respectfully.
I nodded.
"Thank you, Grooton," I said. "I shall be prepared then for anything
that may happen. If you hear anything further let me know."
"I shall not fail to do so, sir," he answered.
He bowed and withdrew. Then as I lit my pipe and resumed my seat it
suddenly occurred to me that the man who was chiefly concerned in this
matter should at least be warned. I sat down at my desk and wrote to
Ray. I had scarcely finished when I heard footsteps outside, followed
by an imperious knocking at my front door. I opened it at once. The
Duke and Lady Angela entered. I saw at once from her disturbed
expression that something had happened.
The Duke wore a long cape over his dinner clothes, and he had evidently
walked fast. He looked at me sharply as I rose to my feet.
"Mr. Ducaine," he said, "I have come to ask you to explain the sudden
departure of my son for abroad."
I was taken aback, and I dare say I showed it.
"I have already told Lady Angela--all that I know," I said.
"My daughter's story," the Duke answered, "is incoherent. It tells me
only enough to make me sure that something is being concealed."
I glanced at Lady Angela. She was looking white and troubled.
"I have told my father," she said, "all that I know."
"Then I must discover the rest for myself," the Duke replied. "I know
that Blenavon is uncertain and unstable to a degree. When I heard that
he had left for the Continent, I was not particularly surprised or
interested. I have only just discovered the manner of his leaving. It
puts an entirely different complexion upon the affair. I understand
that he left with Colonel Ray without luggage or explanations of any
sort. His own servant had no warning, and was left behind. My daughter
informs me that such information as she has she gained from you. I
require you to supplement it."
"I am afraid that the only person who can enlighten you further, sir, is
Colonel Ray," I answered. "I understood you to say, I believe, that he
would be here shortly."
"I insist upon it," the Duke said sternly, "that you tell me what you
know at once and without further prevarication."
I was in a dilemma from which there seemed to be no escape. Lady Angela
had seated herself in my easy chair and was keeping her face averted
from me. The Duke stood between us.
"I know very little, sir, except what I overheard," I declared.
"Colonel Ray was, I believe, responsible for Lord Blenavon's abrupt
departure, and I would rather that your information came from him."
"Colonel Ray is not here, and you are," the Duke answered. "Remember
that I am no trifler with words. I have said that I insist. I repeat
it!"
There seemed to be no escape for me. Lady Angela remained silent, the
Duke was plainly insistent. I did not dare to trifle with him.
"Very good, your Grace," I said, "I will tell you what I know. It dates
from last Monday, when you will remember that I was in London to attend
a meeting of the Council."
"Go on!"
"I returned here by the last train, bringing with me the notes and
instructions taken at that meeting. Outside Braster Grange an attack
was made upon me, evidently with the intention of securing these. I
escaped, with the assistance of Colonel Ray, who had come down from
London by the same train unknown to me."
"Well?"
"The attack was made from the grounds of Braster Grange. It seems that
Lord Blenavon spent the night there. The next morning Colonel Ray
insisted upon my accompanying him to Braster Grange. Lord Blenavon was
still there, and we saw him. He was suffering from wounds such as in
the darkness I had inflicted upon my assailant of the night before."
It seemed to me that even then the Duke would not, or could not,
understand. His brows were knitted into a heavy frown, and he was
evidently following my story with close attention. But exactly where I
was going to lead, he seemed to have no idea.
"The tenant of Braster Grange," I continued, "is a Mrs. Smith-Lessing,
whom Colonel Ray has told me is a servant of the French secret police.
I am afraid that Lord Blenavon has been a good deal under her
influence."
Then the Duke blazed out, which was very much what I expected from him.
Horror, amazement, and scornful disbelief were all expressed in his
transfigured face and angry words.
"Blenavon! My son! The confederate of a French spy! What nonsense!
Who dares to suggest such a thing? Angela--I--I beg your pardon."
He stopped short, making an effort to regain his self-control. He
continued in a more collected manner, but his voice still shook with
inexpressible scorn.
"Angela," he said, turning to her, "is it within your knowledge that
Blenavon had any acquaintance with this person?"
I think that her face might well have answered him: very white it was,
and very sorrowful.
"Blenavon met Mrs. Smith-Lessing, I believe, at Bordighera," she said.
"I have seen them together several times."
"Here?" the Duke asked sharply.
"Yes, I have seen them riding on the sands, and Blenavon dined there on
the night--Mr. Ducaine has been speaking of."
"Blenavon is a fool!" the Duke said. "This is to my mind convincing
proof that he was ignorant of the woman's antecedents. At the worst he
probably regarded her as an ordinary adventuress. As for the rest, I
look upon it as the most extraordinary mare's nest which the mind of man
could possibly conceive. Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Ducaine, that
Colonel Ray went so far as to charge Blenavon to his face with being in
league with this person?"
"He certainly did, sir."
"And Blenavon? Oh, Ray is mad, stark mad!"
"Your son denied it, sir," I answered.
"Denied it! Of course he did. What followed?"
"Colonel Ray was very forcible and very imperative, sir," I answered.
"He insisted upon Lord Blenavon leaving England at once."
"Well?"
"Lord Blenavon consented to do so, sir," I said quietly.
I saw the veins in the Duke's forehead stand out like whipcord. He
began a sentence and left it unfinished. He was in that condition when
words are impotent.
"Can you tell me, Mr. Ducaine," he asked, "what possible argument
Colonel Ray could have made use of to induce my son to consent to this
extraordinary proceeding?"
"I know no more about the matter, your Grace," I answered. "Perhaps
Lord Blenavon felt that his intimacy with Mrs. Smith-Lessing had
compromised him--that appearances were against him--"
"Pshaw!" the Duke interrupted. "Blenavon's intrigues are foolish
enough, but they are beside the mark.. I want to know what further
argument or inducement Colonel Ray used. I understand neither why Ray
desired to get rid of my son, nor why my son obeyed his ridiculous
request."
"Colonel Ray will doubtless have some further explanation to offer you,
sir," I said.
"He had better," the Duke answered grimly. "I shall wire him to come
here at once. With your permission, Mr. Ducaine, I will sit down for a
moment. This affair has shaken me."
Indeed, as the excitement passed away, I could see that he was looking
ill and worn. Lady Angela made him take the easy chair, and he accepted
a liqueur glass full of brandy which I poured out. He remained for
several minutes sipping it and looking thoughtfully into the fire. He
seemed to me to have aged by a dozen years. The brisk alertness of his
manner had all departed. He was an old man, limp and querulous.
"This unfortunate affair, Mr. Ducaine," he said, looking up at last,
"remains of course between ourselves and Ray--and the woman."
"It is unnecessary for you to ask me that, sir," I answered quietly.
"Colonel Ray will doubtless have some explanation. He is a man of
vigorous temper, and I fancy that Lord Blenavon was not quite himself."
The Duke rose to his feet.
"If you are ready, Angela," he said, "we will not detain Mr. Ducaine
further."
"You will allow me to walk with you to the house, sir," I begged.
He shook his head.
"I am quite recovered, I thank you," he said. "My daughter will give me
her arm."
I let them out myself and held the lamp over my head to light them on
their way. With slow uncertain steps, and leaning heavily upon Lady
Angela's arm, I watched him disappear in the blackness of the
plantation.