Of her French maid, who appeared in answer to her summons, Dora ordered
her hat and coat, but ere these could be brought she again placed her
hands convulsively to her brow and, pacing the room in feverish haste,
complained of the recurrence of excruciating pains.
Not knowing how to relieve her I stood watching, fearing lest she should
be seized with another attack of mental aberration. She pushed her hair
back from her brow, and suddenly halting before me, said:
"It is as I feared. My head is reeling and I cannot think. My mind is
growing as confused as it was the other day. I--I cannot imagine what
ails me."
"Shall I send for Dr Fothergill?" I suggested anxiously. She had
promised to make a revelation, and I foresaw the possibility that if her
mind became unhinged I should learn nothing.
"No," she answered, wearily sinking into a chair. "Forgive me. I am
afraid I miscalculated my strength. I thought I had quite recovered,
but the slight exertion of trying to recall the past brings back those
fearful pains that have of late so tortured me. The blow must have
injured my brain."
"The blow! What blow?" I cried.
"Cannot you see?" she said, placing her hand to her hair and parting it
at the side.
I bent to examine, and there saw, half concealed by the skillful manner
in which her hair had been dressed by her maid, unmistakable signs of a
terrible blow that had been dealt her. It was strange. I also had been
felled at the moment I had discovered her creeping silently into that
mysterious room in Gloucester Square. Had she also fallen by the same
unknown hand? Evidently the injury to her brain was the result of the
crushing blow she had received.
"Who caused this?" I inquired. "You have been struck from behind!"
"Yes, by an enemy. But ask me nothing, ask me nothing," she groaned.
"I--cannot think--I cannot talk. The place goes round--round."
The neat maid entered with her young mistress's hat at that moment, but
seeing her mistress lying back in the chair pale and motionless, the
girl halted on the threshold, scared.
"Send a messenger at once for Dr Fothergill," I commanded. "Miss Dora
has been taken ill again," and while she flew to execute my orders I
crossed to the recumbent invalid and tenderly chafed her hands. They
seemed cold and clammy. Her wild staring eyes were fixed upon me and
she shuddered, but to my questions she gave incoherent replies, lapsing
gradually into a state of semi-insensibility.
On the eve of revealing the secret of Sybil, she had been thwarted by
mental weakness. Full of pain and anxiety I watched her, reflecting
that this added one more to the string of misfortunes consequent upon my
strange union. Even my friends seemed by the conspiring vagaries of
Fate prevented from rendering me any aid.
Within a quarter of an hour the great specialist arrived, being followed
almost immediately by Lady Stretton, haughty, fussy and rapidly fanning
herself. The doctor, after hearing from me how Dora had suddenly been
attacked, and having examined her carefully, said, with a sigh:
"Ah! Just as I expected; just what I feared. She has had a relapse,
and a very serious one. But she will always be subject to these
spasmodic attacks, unless by chance she experiences some great
unexpected joy or sorrow, which may restore her mind to its proper
balance. We can only hope," he added, turning to Lady Stretton who
stood beside him. "Hope!"
"But cannot you cure her?" her ladyship asked. "Surely hers is not such
a very serious case?"
"The injury to the brain was very serious," he answered slowly. "Her
case is a most perplexing one and full of the gravest complications.
Speaking with candour, I cannot say with any degree of certainty that
she will ever completely recover."
"Oh, my child! My poor child!" Lady Stretton exclaimed with a sudden
outburst of maternal love quite unusual to her, as she bent over her
daughter, imprinting a fervent kiss upon her cold brow. The face was
bloodless, the eyes closed, the cheeks sunken; she seemed inanimate, as
one dead.
"There is, I cannot help thinking, some great weight upon her mind," the
doctor presently exclaimed, speaking in dry businesslike tones. "Once
or twice during the past week, in her more lucid moments, she has
expressed anxiety regarding a mysterious crime recently committed, in
which a wealthy young man was murdered. Did she know that young man; or
is she a diligent reader of the newspapers?"
"She has, I believe, taken an unusual interest in the mystery, for the
young man was a personal friend of her sister, Lady Fyneshade, and I
think she met him at dinner on one occasion at Eaton Square," her
ladyship answered.
"Ah! then that would account for her morbid fascination towards the
details of the mysterious affair. In her frame of mind any such event
would absorb all her thoughts. I will call again after dinner," and
rising, he took leave of her ladyship, an example I also followed a few
minutes later.
Dora's object had been to prevent Jack's arrest, but her plans, whatever
they were, had been frustrated by this sudden attack. Without doubt she
had gained knowledge of my curious marriage. But how? Her promise to
take me to some place where I could ascertain the truth was remarkable,
yet throughout that evening I found myself half convinced that her words
were merely wild, hysterical utterances precursory of the attack that
had followed. No! It was absolutely impossible to place any credence
in such a promise, for the probability would be that when she regained
her normal condition she would immediately disclaim all knowledge of
uttering those words.
Next day was Sunday. In the afternoon I called at Lady Stretton's, only
to ascertain that Dora, having recovered consciousness, was found to be
light-headed and distracted. She had spoken no rational sentence since
those she had uttered to me on the previous day. I left the house
sadly, walking alone in the Park for a long time; then returning I dined
and spent the evening at home. A cloud rested upon me always, dark and
palpable; it entered into my life; it shadowed and destroyed all my
happiness.
The next day and the next passed uneventfully. Eagerly I scanned the
papers morning and evening to ascertain whether Jack had been arrested,
but there was no news of the fact, and I began to believe that my friend
had after all succeeded in eluding the vigilance of the police. That he
was guilty I could not doubt. Dora's words were but passionate
utterances, such as might have been expected of a woman who loves an
accused man. Indeed, as time went by I reproached myself for my
egregious folly in giving her declaration credence and listening to it
attentively. It was, however, impossible to let the matter stand as she
had left it. Her mention of my lost well-beloved had whetted my
curiosity, and some further inquiry must take place, although I saw that
so long as she remained in her present state I could do nothing.
Impatient, with head full of cogent arguments I had raised against
myself, I waited in agony of mind indescribable. I lived for one
purpose alone, to solve the inscrutable mystery.
A discovery I made accidentally struck me as curious. One afternoon,
while in the Park, I saw Fyneshade and his wife driving together.
Sitting beside her husband, with an expression of perfect contentment
and happiness, Mabel's attention had been attracted in the opposite
direction, therefore she did not notice me. That there had been a
reconciliation was apparent, and it gave me intense satisfaction, for I
knew that no questions would now be asked me regarding that clandestine
meeting in the grounds of Blatherwycke.
Curiously enough, on the following day I received an invitation from
Mabel to dine _en famille_ at Eaton Square, and believing that she had
some strong motive in this I accepted.
The meal was served with stateliness even though the Earl and his wife
had no other visitor. It had been a breathless day in London, and was
still light when dinner ended and Mabel rose and left us. The eastern
sky was growing from blue to a violet dusk, and even then the
crimson-shaded candles upon the table were merely ornamental.
We had been smoking and gossiping some time, and as I sat opposite my
host I thought I somehow observed a change in him. Some anxiety seemed
reflected in his clear-cut features, the expression upon which was a
trifle stern and moody. It had softened a little while his wife kept up
her light amusing chatter, but when she left there again settled upon
his countenance the troubled look that puzzled me. It was caused no
doubt by his suspicions of Mabel's faithlessness.
He had been describing a new play he had seen produced in Paris, when
suddenly he turned to me, exclaiming, as he wiped his single eye-glass
and readjusted it: "Dora's illness is most unfortunate, isn't it? The
whole thing seems enshrouded in mystery. Even Mabel is either ignorant,
or desires to keep the cause of her sister's affliction a secret. What
do you know about it?"
I removed my cigar from my lips very slowly, for I hesitated whether I
should unbosom myself and explain the strange circumstances in which I
had discovered her. But in that brief moment I saw that if I did so I
might become an unwilling witness in the tragedy. I knew the Earl as an
inveterate gossip at his club, and having no desire that my name should
be bruited all over London in connection with the affair, I therefore
affected ignorance.
He plied me with many questions regarding Bethune's movements, but to
these also I remained dumb, for I could detect the drift of his
conversation.
"Well," he said at length, "he killed young Sternroyd undoubtedly,
though from what motive it is impossible to imagine."
"I suppose it will all come out at the trial," I observed. "All come
out! What do you mean?" he asked, moving slightly to face me.
"I mean that his motive will then be made clear."
"Ah! yes, of course," he said smiling. "You see this wretched business
is most unfortunate for us; it so closely affects my wife, and therefore
worries me beyond measure. Even now there are many people evil disposed
enough to couple Mabel's name with his, merely because of the will; but
he was a mad-brained young fool, and only those who knew him personally
can imagine the irresponsibility of his actions."
"Were you acquainted with him?" I asked, eagerly seizing upon this
opportunity to dear up a point on which I had been in doubt. "Oh, yes!
I knew him quite well. His father was my friend when a young man, but
what induced Gilbert to leave all his money to Mabel I really cannot
understand."
"Perhaps he did it in accordance with his father's instructions. He may
have been under some obligation to you. Had not Gilbert any relatives?"
"I believe he had some direct relatives; but by some means they
seriously offended him before his father's death. Of course, one cannot
disguise the truth that such a large sum would be very acceptable were
it not for the melancholy facts surrounding it," and an expression of
sadness crossed his heavy brow as he added with a touch of sorrow: "Poor
lad--poor lad!"
"Yes, he seemed a good-hearted young fellow," I said. "I met him on one
occasion with Mabel."
"Where?" he inquired, quickly. "Where were you?"
"In Radnor Place."
"Radnor Place? What took you there?" he demanded with undisguised
anxiety.
"I went there to try to find a certain house."
"And did you discover it?"
"Yes."
"And you met them there!" he cried, as if a sudden amazing thought
occurred to him.
"Certainly, I met them there. The carriage was waiting, and together we
drove towards the Reform to call for you. I alighted, however, at
Piccadilly Circus."
"They--they gave you no explanation--I mean you did not enter this house
you speak of?" he added, bending towards me, restlessness portrayed on
his countenance.
"On that occasion, no. But I have been inside since."
"You have! And--and you found her there--you saw her!"
"No," I replied calmly; "I have never seen Mabel in the house. But why
are you so upset at these words of mine? Was it not within your
knowledge that Gilbert was seen in public with your wife, that--"
"Of course it was. I'm not an idiot, man," he cried, as, crimson with
anger, he rose and paced the room in feverish haste. "But I have been
misled, fooled, and by heaven! those who have deceived me shall pay
dearly. I won't spare them. By God! I won't," and he brought down his
fist so heavily upon the dining-table that some flowers were jerked from
the epergne.
Then halting unsteadily, and pouring out some brandy into a liqueur
glass, he swallowed it at one gulp, saying:
"Let us go to the drawing-room, but remember, not a word to her. She
must not know that you have told me," and he led the way to where his
wife awaited us.
He entered the room jovial and smiling as if no care weighed upon his
mind, and throughout the evening preserved a pleasant demeanour, that
seemed to bring full happiness to Mabel's heart.
I knew she longed to declare her contentment, now that a public scandal
was avoided and they were reconciled, and although she was unable, I
recognised in her warm hand-shake when I departed an expression of
thanks for my promise to conceal the truth.