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If I could say something now which, when the blow fell if it did fall might come back to Raoul's mind and convince him instantly that it was Godensky, not I, who had stolen the treaty and broken him!
But you haven't time to read it now." A wave of faintness swept over me. Supposing Ivor had had bad news, and thought it best to warn me without delay? "I must read the letter," I insisted. "Give it to me at once." Then came a shock and not of relief. I recognised on the envelope the handwriting of Count Godensky. I know that I am not a coward.
"There is a young lady to see Mademoiselle," she announced, her good-natured, open face showing all her dislike of Count Godensky. "A young lady who sends this note, begging that Mademoiselle will read it at once, and consent to see her."
Nothing bad had happened to him yet; but that brute Godensky has made dreadful mischief between us. If only I'd known that you would be so late, I might have explained everything to him." "I made every effort to be in time. It seems a piece with the rest of my horrible luck to-day that I was prevented. I hope, at least, that du Laurier knows about the necklace?" "He does, by this," I answered.
We decided not to let anyone know until a few weeks before we could marry, as I didn't care to have my engagement gossipped about, for months on end. There were reasons why more than one: but the man of all others whom I didn't want to know the truth found out, or, rather, suspected what had happened, the very day when Raoul and I came to an understanding Count Godensky of the Russian Embassy.
"Isn't he clever, after all?" "Far too clever. I'd rather you had gone to any other detective in Paris or to none." "Why, what's wrong with him?" Ivor began to be distressed. "Only that he's a personal friend of my worst enemy the man I spoke of to you this evening Count Godensky.
Then, it was just before I hurried round here to see you that I received a cypher telegram from her, warning me that Count Godensky of whom you've probably heard an attaché of the Russian embassy in Paris, somehow has come to suspect a er a game in high politics which she and I have been playing; her last, according to present intentions, as I told you.
Say that I came to see you on important business concerning a friend of yours in England, and had to call after the theatre because I'm leaving Paris by the first train in the morning." "No use." "Why not? When a man loves a woman, he trusts her." "No man of Latin blood, I think. And Raoul's already angry. He has the right to be or would have, if Godensky had been telling him the truth.
I was still aimlessly breaking fantastic seals, and staring unseeingly at crests and coronets, when there came a knock at the door. Marianne opened it, to speak for a moment with the stage door keeper. "Mademoiselle," she whispered, coming to me, "Monsieur le Comte Godensky wishes to see you. Shall I say you are not receiving?" I thought for a moment. Better see him, perhaps.
It was a mad idea and a wicked one, perhaps; but I was at my wits' end and desperate. Though not guilty of this one crime which I would shift upon his shoulders if I could, as a means of escaping from the trap he'd helped to set, Godensky was capable of it, and guilty of others, I was sure, which had never been brought home to him.
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