OLGA'S EVIDENCE
Giles saw in the girl almost as great a change as that which had taken
place in her mother. Formerly haughty and self-possessed, she was now
quite exhausted and broken down. Her dress was muddy and wet and in
disorder. She had a grey face and red eyes. Huddled up in the chair, she
looked a pitiable object--the ruin of what was once a beautiful woman.
"Anne lost?" cried the Princess, clutching at a chair to steady herself.
"Olga, what do you mean?"
Olga did not answer. She closed her eyes and let her umbrella fall with
a crash. Giles saw that the girl was quite worn out. Hastily filling a
glass with undiluted whiskey, he held it to her lips, and made her drink
the whole of it. Shortly the ardent spirit did its work. She sat up and
began to talk in a stronger tone; but the excitement was artificial, and
would die away soon. Princess Karacsay saw this, and urged her daughter
to tell her story quickly before she collapsed, so that the police might
be sent in search of Anne.
"The police will never find her," said Olga, with an effort. "She is
with Mark Dane. He has taken her away."
"Dane?" echoed Giles. "Denham's secretary?"
Olga looked at him with an inquiring air. "How much do you know?" she
asked, bracing herself up.
"As much as your mother could tell me. I know that Anne is your
half-sister, and----"
"Yes." Olga tried to rise, but sank back again. "She is my sister, my
dear sister, and I love her with all the strength of my nature."
"Ah," said Ware sadly, "why did you not talk like that when last we met,
mademoiselle?"
Olga passed her hand across her forehead. "I was mad, I think. But that
is all over. You need have no fear now, Mr. Ware. My passion for you has
spent itself."
"Olga!" cried the Princess, scandalized, "you rave!"
"No," answered her daughter; "I did last time Mr. Ware and I were
together, but now I talk sense. Did he not tell?"
"I told nothing," interposed Giles quickly; "and you had better relate
when and where you left Anne, so that we can find her."
"I'll do all in my power to save her and bring her back to you, Mr.
Ware. I was mad to talk and act as I did; but I have been punished by
the loss of Anne."
"Olga!" cried the Princess in desperation, "for Heaven's sake speak
reasonably! Why did you go out with Anne last night?"
"There was a note for Anne from Mark Dane, asking her to meet him near
the Abbey. She wanted to see him, as he vanished after the supposed
death of her father."
"Of Alfred Denham," interrupted the Princess angrily; "I will not have
that man called Anne's father."
"Of Denham," said Olga obediently. "Anne wished to learn why her father
had acted in so peculiar a way. She could not understand his behavior."
"He is a scoundrel and Anne a saint," said the Princess bitterly. "No
wonder she could not understand him. She thinks he is a good man."
"But surely she knows that he killed Daisy Kent," said Giles.
"No," interposed Olga; "she denies that he did. I expect Denham has
managed to deceive her in some way."
"Why did you not undeceive her, mademoiselle?"
"It was not yet time," responded the girl quietly, "but my mother told
her a portion of the truth."
"Yes. I said that she was my child and that Denham had been
impersonating her father, George Franklin."
"Then she can't think Denham a good man now," said Giles.
"I don't know," replied the Princess hopelessly. "He has such power over
her. He has been her father so-called for so long that she finds it
difficult to believe ill of him."
"To learn the truth was why she insisted on seeing Dane," said the girl.
"Dane knew all about Denham, and Anne thought she would make him confess
what he knew."
"And did he?"
"That I can't say. I went out with Anne and we walked to the appointed
spot. Mark Dane was waiting for us."
"Was he not astonished when he saw you?"
"Why should he be astonished?" asked Olga, looking sharply at Ware.
"Because I understand from Steel that he troubled you with letters."
"You mean that Dane was in love with me. Yes. He was and is."
"Olga," cried her mother again, "do behave yourself."
"Oh, this is too serious to be a mere matter of behavior, mother. I have
made use of Dane's love to learn all about the society of the Scarlet
Cross, to which Franklin and Dane belong."
"You can tell us that later," said the Princess impatiently. "I want to
know how you lost Anne."
"Well, mother, Dane was astonished to see me. He was most respectful,
and said that he had a message for Anne from her father----"
"From Denham."
"Yes. Anne mentioned that Denham was not her father, that she had just
heard the truth, and Dane was amazed. He hardly knew what to say, but
ultimately stammered out some sort of denial. Anne did not give him time
to speak. She said that she would see Denham herself, and get to the
bottom of the imposture. Then she asked what message he had sent in the
character of her father. Dane refused to give it in my presence, so I
walked away for ten minutes and left them together. Oh, I was foolish, I
know," she added in reply to Ware's exclamation. "But I thought Mark
Dane was devoted to me, and would not play any tricks while I was about.
However, I did leave them alone. Anne was not in the least afraid, as
she always got on well with Dane and trusted him entirely. When I
returned in ten minutes, or it may be more, they were gone."
"Gone!" echoed the Princess, much agitated. "Where?"
"I don't know. I searched everywhere. I went round and round the Abbey.
I asked a policeman. They were nowhere to be found. I fancied that they
went across to Westminster Bridge, which they could easily do without my
seeing them. Anne must have gone of her own accord. She was decoyed by
Dane. I don't know why, no more than I know what inducement he held out
to lure her away. I searched for hours. Then I asked a policeman about
the matter. He told me to go to Scotland Yard. I went and inquired for
Steel. He had gone home. I have been walking the streets all night,"
said Olga, with a haggard look.
"Oh, great heavens!" moaned the Princess, wringing her hands; "what
would your father say if he heard?"
"He will never know unless you tell him, mother. I can look after myself
easily. No one molested me. I had a cup of coffee at a stall this
morning, and went again to see Steel. He has gone out of town."
"To Rickwell?" asked Giles eagerly; then he remembered. "I can't
understand. I called to see Steel at midday before I came here, and he
was then in his office."
"Well, the official I spoke to about nine o'clock told me that he had
gone, leaving a message that he was going out of town, and would not be
back for a few days."
"I wonder," began Giles, and then held his peace. It occurred to him
that Steel intended to remain until he caught Dane in the trap laid for
him in this very flat. The knowledge that the man had decoyed Anne away
on the previous night made Giles the more eager that he should be
caught. "You will see Anne yet, Princess," he said, for she was crying
bitterly.
"Oh, I hope so--I hope so. But where is she?"
"We must ask Dane that."
"How are we to see Dane?" demanded Olga wonderingly.
Ware explained the use made of Olga's name by Steel to trap the man. "I
expect Steel will call on you to-day to tell you this," he said
cheerfully.
"I am not sorry, and yet I am," said Olga thoughtfully. "I know much
about Mark Dane, and want to save him from his bad companions. But I
hope Steel won't put him in gaol; that would ruin him entirely. Besides,
Steel promised not to have him arrested."
"Promised you?" said Ware, astonished.
"Yes. It was I who told him to look after Dane. I know much about this
matter." Then seeing Giles puzzled, she explained, "When I first met
Anne I saw that she was like myself in looks. That drew us together. You
see it yourself, do you not, Mr. Ware?"
"Yes," replied Giles, "and I often wondered at it. Now, however, that I
know you are half-sisters, I wonder no longer."
Princess Karacsay nodded her approval, and Olga continued.
"When I learned that Anne's name was Denham I rather drew back from her.
She said that she was born in Jamaica, and, knowing what my mother had
said about Denham, I thought Anne was the daughter of my mother's enemy.
Afterwards I learned the truth through Dane."
"How did you meet Dane?"
"Well, I knew him by sight long before we spoke. He used to dog Anne and
myself. She never saw him. When I described his looks she thought he
might be her dead father's secretary--for she then believed her father,
Denham, alias Franklin, was dead. She wished to see him, but Dane always
kept out of her sight. Then when Anne went to Mrs. Morley he still
continued to dog me. He got to know a concert hall where I frequently
sang and hired himself there as an attendant. Then he took to sending me
love-letters. I was angry at first. Afterwards I wondered if he knew
anything about Denham, and thought he must if he really was the
secretary, as Anne said. I asked him to come here."
"Olga," said the Princess, "you have behaved badly."
"It has all turned out for the best," responded Olga wearily. She was
beginning to show signs of fatigue again, but still kept on with her
explanation in the most plucky manner. "Dane came. He is a handsome
young fellow and was well dressed. I led him on to talk about Anne. He
told me more than he should have done."
"Told you what?"
"That Denham had come in for money and was living at Rickwell. As I knew
from Anne about the Powell money, I put two and two together and
concluded that Denham was pretending to be Anne's father; that she was
really my half-sister; and that her pretended father had really murdered
Daisy Kent to get the money as Franklin."
"But how did you know about this?" asked Giles.
"Why," replied Olga, much surprised at his density, "I read the case in
the papers. I knew that Anne could not have killed Daisy, and having
settled in my own mind that she was not Denham's daughter, from her
resemblance to me, I decided that Franklin, who lived at the Priory and
had the money, was really my mother's enemy. I sent for my mother. She
came over, went down to Rickwell, and recognized Denham. That is all."
"Wait a minute," said Giles quickly, "what about your telling Steel to
look after Dane?"
"Well, Mr. Ware, it was this way," she answered. "When you came to me
and talked about the Scarlet Cross, I remembered that Dane had such a
one on his watch-chain."
"The badge of the gang!"
"Of course, but I did not know that until later. Then Steel came in, if
you remember, and hinted that the red cross was the symbol of such a
gang. Your talk of the cross being found in the church, and that you
thought it was dropped by the criminal set me thinking. I sent for Dane
again and tried to find out the truth. At first he refused, saying it
was as much as his life was worth to talk."
"And I daresay he is right, mademoiselle. Denham would not stick at a
second murder. By the way, did you know he was Wilson?"
"Only when Dane confessed. I gradually got him to be confidential to me,
promising that he would not get into trouble. He was so deeply in love
with me that he spoke out at last."
"My dear Olga!"
"Well, mother, I knew if I could get at the truth I could save Anne."
The Princess nodded, well pleased. "I am glad you thought of your
sister." Olga flushed a deep red and her eyes sought those of Giles. "It
was not my sister I thought of, but of myself," she said in a low tone.
"You see, mother, I fancied that I might get something if I could prove
the innocence of Anne, for I----"
"Is any explanation needed, mademoiselle?" said Giles uneasily.
She paused for a moment and looked at him straightly. "No," she said at
length; "that is all over. I think no more explanation need be made. But
with regard to Dane. He told me that Denham had come to England to see
about the money left to Daisy Kent. He disguised himself as Wilson and
lodged at a Mrs. Benker's. Then he went down to Rickwell, and----"
"And murdered Daisy," interposed Giles eagerly.
"So I said, Mr. Ware; but Dane, who seems devoted in a way to Denham,
denies that he struck the blow."
"Does he know who did?"
"No. He says Denham doesn't know either."
"Denham's a bigger scoundrel than you think," said Giles, recalling his
last conversation at the Priory. "He accuses Anne of murdering the
girl."
"He'll have to prove it, then," said Olga coolly, while her mother
shrieked. "I'll be able to save Anne, never fear. However, Dane told me
that the red cross was the badge of a thieves' gang. Denham had a yacht
called _The Red Cross_, which goes from one port to another to take
stolen goods on board."
"That's what Steel says."
"Of course. Dane told him when he taxed him with it. The boy, for he is
just twenty-five, told me everything."
"And you told Steel," said Ware, rather reproachfully.
"I had to tell Steel, if I wished to save Anne," retorted Olga; "but I
asked him to do nothing to imperil the liberty of Mark Dane."
"Did he promise that?"
"Yes. Dane saw him in Bournemouth. I told him to call with a note, which
I gave him. Dane did not know why he was sent, and when he discovered
that Steel was a detective, he became afraid. I believe he told
something, but he afterwards ran away."
"He doesn't trust you any longer perhaps," said the Princess.
"From his attitude last night I think he does, although he was a trifle
reproachful. He will come if Steel has written a letter to call him here
in my name. Then I daresay he will be able to explain why he took Anne
away."
"Will he do so?"
"Ah! that is what we must find out." Olga paused, then continued. "I
wanted Steel to learn all he could from Dane about Denham, as I wish to
see that man arrested."
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure," cried the Princess.
"I thought of that. Denham tried to ruin your mother."
"And he did--he did!" she said bitterly.
"He tried, or rather he is trying, to ruin Anne also," said Olga. "For
these reasons I wish Steel to find evidence against him, so that he may
be arrested and made to confess his wickedness. Dane is the one who can
tell most about him, and I think Dane will, for since Denham got the
Powell money he had not behaved very well."
While they were thus talking a knock came to the door. The servant
entered with a card, which she presented on a salver to her mistress.
Olga, who was thoroughly worn out, took it languidly, then suddenly
became excited. "He is here!" she said. "Mark Dane is here!"