CHAPTER XLVII.

Young Mrs. Gardiner stooped down until her lips were on a level with the

maid's ear.

"My diamonds are not in the little leather hand-bag, Antoinette,"

she panted. "The hour has come when I must make a confidant of you,

and ask you to help me, Antoinette. You are clever; your brain is

full of resources; and you must help me out of this awful web that

has tangled itself about me. I--I lost the diamonds on the night of

the grand ball--the last night we were at Newport, and--and I dare

not tell my husband. Now you see my position, Antoinette. I--I can

not wear the diamonds, and I do not know how to turn my husband from

his purpose of making me put them on. He may refuse to go down to

the reception-room--or, still worse, he may ask for them. I can not

see the end, Antoinette. I am between two fires. I do not know which

way to leap to save myself. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly, my lady," returned the wily maid. "Leave your trouble to me.

I will find some way to get you out of it."

"You must think quickly, Antoinette!" cried Sally, excitedly. "He said

he would return for me within ten minutes. Half that time has already

passed. Oh--oh! what shall I do?"

"You must not excite yourself, my lady," replied Antoinette, quickly.

"Worry brings wrinkles, and you can not afford to have any but pleasant

thoughts. I have said you can rely upon me to think of some way out of

the dilemma."

"That is easier said than done, Antoinette," declared her mistress,

beginning to pace excitedly up and down the room, the color burning in

two bright red spots on her cheeks.

Antoinette crossed over to the window, and stood looking out

thoughtfully into the darkness. Her brain was busy with the numerous

schemes that were flitting through it.

At that, moment fate pointed out an unexpected way to her. She heard

footsteps in the corridor, and just then it flashed upon Antoinette that

she had heard her master giving orders to his valet to bring him a glass

of brandy. The man was returning with it.

Quick as a flash, Antoinette crossed the room and flung open the door.

"Andrew," she whispered to the man who was passing, "I want you to do a

favor for me."

"A hundred if you like," replied the man, good-humoredly. "But I haven't

time to listen to you now. I'll take master this brandy--which, by the

way, is the best of its kind. I wish he'd take a notion to leave half of

it in the glass, for it's fairly nectar--then I'll be back in a trice,

and you can consider me at your service for the rest of the evening."

"But it's _now_ I want you, Andrew--this very minute!" cried Antoinette.

"Set your glass right down here; nobody will see it; I'll keep guard

over it. My errand won't take you more than a minute. Master won't miss

his brandy for that short time. He'll enjoy it all the more when he gets

it."

Andrew hesitated an instant, and we all know what happens to the man who

hesitates--he is lost.

"Well, what is it you want, Antoinette?" he replied, good-humoredly.

"If it only takes me a minute, as you say, I don't mind accommodating

you."

"I lost my little gold cross in the lower hall a few moments ago. I

heard something drop as I was hurrying along, but did not miss it until

just now, and I can't leave my lady to go and get it. Some one may come

along and find it, and I'd never get it again. For goodness' sake, go

quick, Andrew, and look for it. Not an instant's to be lost."

Suspecting nothing, the good fellow hurriedly set down the glass, and

hastened away to do her bidding.

His back was scarcely turned ere Antoinette flew to her own apartments,

which adjoined her mistress's, and took from a trunk, which she unlocked

with a very strange-looking key, a small vial. A few grains of the

contents she emptied into the palm of her hand, and in less time than it

takes to write it, they were transferred to the glass of brandy and

dissolved at once with its amber contents.

She had scarcely accomplished this ere Andrew returned, quite flushed

from hurrying.

"I am sorry to bring you bad news, Antoinette," he said; "but some one

has been there before me and picked up your cross. I met the butler, and

we both searched for it. He has promised to make strict inquiries

concerning it, and get it back for you if it be possible."

"You are very good to take so much trouble upon yourself," declared

Antoinette, with a well-enacted sigh. "I suppose I shall survive the

loss of it. It is a trinket that isn't of much value only as a

keep-sake. But I won't keep you standing there talking any longer,

Andrew; your master will be waiting for the brandy."

"I'll see you later, Antoinette," he said, nodding as he picked up his

glass.

The next moment he had disappeared within his master's apartments.

When she returned to her mistress she found Mrs. Gardiner in a state of

nervousness.

"The time is almost up, and you have devised no plan as yet,

Antoinette," she cried, wringing her hands. "See! the ten minutes have

almost elapsed. Oh--oh! what shall I do?"

"Monsieur will not come in ten minutes' time, my lady," replied the

maid, with a knowing nod; "nor will he go to the reception. There was

but one way out of it," declared Antoinette. "If he came after you to go

down to the reception, the diamonds would have to be produced, so I said

to myself he must not come, he must be prevented at all hazards. I knew

of but one way, and acted upon the thought that came to me. Monsieur had

ordered some brandy; I intercepted the valet, sent him off on a fool's

errand, holding the glass until he returned, and while he was gone I put

a heavy sleeping potion, which I often take for the toothache, in

monsieur's glass of brandy. After taking it, he will fall into a deep

sleep, from which no one will be able to awake him. The consequence is,

he will not come for my lady to take her down to the reception to-night,

and she is free to suit herself as to whether she will wear diamonds or

not. No other occasion for wearing them may take place for some time. I

will think of something else by that time."

"You have saved me, Antoinette!" cried the guilty woman, sinking down

upon the nearest chair and trembling with excitement. "Oh, how can I

ever thank you!"

"If my lady would do something in the way of raising my pay, I would be

much obliged," replied the girl, her black eyes glittering.

She knew the trembling woman before her was in her power. The game had

been commenced, the first trump had been played, and Antoinette meant to

win all in the end.

"I shall be only too glad to do so," returned Sally, realizing for the

first time the unpleasantness of being dictated to by her maid.

"And if madame would make me a present of some money to-night, I could

make excellent use of it."

"I haven't any ready money just now," returned Sally, a dull red flush

creeping over the whiteness of her face. "I have spent all last month's

allowance, and it's only the middle of the month now."

"I would take the gold chain in the jewel-case which madame never

wears," replied the girl, boldly.

"Antoinette, you are a fiend!" cried Sally Gardiner, starting to her

feet in a rage. "How dare you expect that I would give you my gold

chain, girl?"

"Madame could not afford to refuse my request," answered the girl. "If

she wants me to keep her secret, she must pay well. The service I have

rendered to-night is worth what I ask."

"Take the chain," said young Mrs. Gardiner, with a short gasp. "I--I

shall not need your services after to-night. Take the chain, and--go!"

"So, so, madame!" cried the girl. "That is the way you would repay me

for what I have done, for you? Discharge Antoinette, eh? Oh, no, my

lady; you will think better of those hasty words, especially as I have a

suspicion of where madame's diamonds have gone."

"I lost them at the ball that night in Newport," cried Sally, springing

hastily to her feet, and facing the girl, her temper at a white heat.

"Monsieur Victor Lamont was with my lady when she lost them," returned

Antoinette, softly. "She wore them when she entered the carriage on the

beach that night, and she returned at day-break without them. You would

not like monsieur to know of that romantic little episode, eh?"

"I repeat, you are a fiend incarnate!" gasped Sally, trembling like an

aspen leaf.

"My lady sees it would be better to temporize with Antoinette than to

make an enemy of her. She will think better of discharging one whose

assistance may prove valuable to her. I will say no more. They are

coming to see what detains madame and her husband, little dreaming what

is in store for them."

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