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I seized from his table an Indian dagger that was lying there I stabbed him just above the heart!" In that room in Scotland Yard a tense silence fell. For the first time we were all conscious of a tiny clock on the inspector's desk, for it ticked now with a loudness sudden and startling. I gazed at the faces about me. Bray's showed a momentary surprise then the mask fell again.
In 1696 he was sent to Maryland by the Bishop of London on an ecclesiastical mission to do what he could toward the conversion of adult Negroes and the education of their children. Bray's most influential supporter was M. D'Alone, the private secretary of King William.
Bishop would inevitably eulogize his progress as she sped the parting guest, making inquiries from her daughters afterwards to ascertain how near she had gone to the truth. One boarder only she accepted into the establishment. It had not been her intention to have any. But one day a lady had written from Winchester to say that through a friend of a friend of Lady Bray's, she had heard of Mrs.
"He" she said at last, nodding in the direction of Colonel Hughes "he got it out of me how, I don't know." "Got what out of you?" Bray's little eyes were blinking. "At six-thirty o'clock last Thursday evening," said the woman, "I went to the rooms of Captain Fraser-Freer, in Adelphi Terrace. An argument arose.
Everything was very clean and old; the dressing-table was stiffly skirted in darned muslins and near the pin-cushion stood a small, tight nosegay, Mrs. Bray's cautious welcome to this ambiguous mistress. "A comfortable old place, isn't it," Bertram had said, looking about, too; "You'll soon get well and strong here, Amabel." This, Amabel knew, was said for the benefit of Mrs.
"I don't believe it is, either," said Willie, lifting up his head; "but what shall I do? I can't get any place, and I can't stay here doing nothing." "We like to have you at home," said Gerty. "It's pleasant enough to be at home. I was always glad enough to come when I lived at Mr. Bray's and was earning something, and could feel as if anybody was glad to see me."
"What became of that baby?" was one of Mrs. Bray's first questions. "It's all right," answered Pinky. "Do you know where it is?" "Yes." "And can you put your hand on it?" "At any moment." "Not worth the trouble of looking after now," said Mrs. Bray, assuming an indifferent manner. "Why?" Pinky turned on her quickly. "Oh, because the old lady is dead." "What old lady?" "The grandmother."
From the latter I learned that De Bray's regiment of cavalry, with two batteries and trains, was in march from Fort Jesup. As the enemy was moving from Natchitoches, and could strike the Jesup road across country, De Bray was ordered to push forward his artillery and wagons, and look well to his right. He reached Pleasant Hill after dark.
The company was now further enlarged by the arrival of Ernest, soon followed by a young lady I had not previously met a tall brown-eyed girl, with pleasant determination in every line of her well-cut face, and who proved to be the young lady under discussion Miss Ada Grosvenor, daughter of the owner of the farm adjoining Bray's and Clay's.
With that settled resolution, and steadiness of purpose to which extreme circumstances so often give birth, acting upon far less excitable and more sluggish temperaments than that which was the lot of Madeline Bray's admirer, Nicholas started, at dawn of day, from the restless couch which no sleep had visited on the previous night, and prepared to make that last appeal, by whose slight and fragile thread her only remaining hope of escape depended.
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