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De Gex sent a wire early this morning and then, on receipt of a reply, they hired a car and drove out to keep the appointment." "Chamartin was a Spanish financier. De Gex is one of international fame a millionaire," I remarked. "The wits of De Gex are perhaps pitted against the widow and the executors of the dead man. Don't you agree?" "Entirely," was Hambledon's reply.
"I certainly am," I replied. "The reason I am here is to warn you to have a care of yourself. That some evil is intended, I know. Only I rely upon you to keep the information I have given you to yourself. Watch De Gex, but say nothing not a word." "I have already promised that I will remain silent," she remarked. "You must also say no word to your husband.
I only know that he has made an attempt upon my life, and that at least one woman has been sent to the grave by foul means." "Do you really infer that Señor De Gex is an assassin?" he asked incredulously. "I only tell you what I know, Señor Rivero," I replied quietly.
But I'll look after that. Besides, when a chap has been living in the pride of cleanliness for a year he'll get into the way of it and be less likely to make a beast of himself. Anyway, I hope for the best. My God, de Gex, if I didn't hope and hope and hope," he cried earnestly, "I don't know how I should get through anything without hope and a faith in the ultimate good of things."
But you must promise me to say nothing. Nobody must know not even my wife." "Oh! how very good of you to help Jack out of a hole!" she exclaimed. "Of course I'll remain silent. But it really is awfully kind of you. I don't know how to thank you." "I will do it for your sake, Dorothy," said De Gex, bending to her in confidence. "I am indebted to you remember!"
What was it that De Gex had shown the doctor beneath the pale light of the moon? It was evidently something which greatly surprised Moroni, and yet he had made but little comment concerning it. But the chief mystery of all was the whereabouts of that poor inert girl Gabrielle Engledue.
Now whose could it have been but mine? The ridiculous question worried me, off and on, all the evening. The murder is out. A paragraph has appeared in the newspapers to the effect that the marriage arranged between Mr. Simon de Gex and Miss Eleanor Faversham will not take place. It has also become common knowledge that I am resigning my seat in Parliament on account of ill-health.
But, as he is a person of great humility, he bid me unfold what I had wanted to say to him. I told him a part of my dream of the two drops of water; yet, he did not then enter into what I said, the time for it being not yet come. When he came to Gex, it was to make the retreats.
Approaching the great iron gates which were a side entrance to the grounds, he drew a key from his pocket, unlocked them easily, and passed in without, however, re-locking them after him. His visit there was undoubtedly a secret one, or De Gex would not have given him the key of the entrance he used himself, nor would he have sent away his butler, Robertson.
But my journey to Spain had depleted my resources, and though I had those Bank of England notes still reposing in a drawer at home, I dared not change one of them lest by such action I should have accepted and profited upon the bribe which De Gex had so cleverly pressed upon me. In the first week of July Mrs.
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