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Jorce, and thank you. Count Ferruci, I wish you good-bye." "Not even au revoir?" said Ferruci mockingly. "That depends upon the future," replied Lucian coolly, and forthwith went away in low spirits at the downfall of his hopes. Far from revealing the mystery of Vrain's death, his late attempts to solve it had resulted in utter failure.
Clear?" he repeated. "And what do you know of Mrs. Clear?" "As much as Dr. Jorce could tell me, Count." Ferruci's brow cleared. "Then you know I pay for keeping her miserable husband with my friend," he said composedly. "It is for her sake I am so kind." "Rather it is for your own you are so cunning." "Cunning! A most strange word for my goodness," said the Count coolly.
Jorce, looking smaller and more like a fairy changeling than ever, was evidently pleased to see Lucian, but a look on his dry, yellow face indicated that he was somewhat puzzled to account for the visit. However, preliminary greetings having passed, Lucian did not leave him long in doubt. "Dr.
Finally, Lucian judged it would be wisest of all to call on Dr. Jorce, and find out why he was friendly with Ferruci, and how much he knew of the Italian's doings. While the barrister was making up his mind to this course he was surprised to receive a visit from no less a person than Mr. Jabez Clyne, the father of Lydia.
"Pooh! pooh!" cried Link, with contempt. "He didn't kill the man how could he, seeing he was at Hampstead on that Christmas Eve midnight, as I found out from his servants?" "I don't suspect him of actually striking the blow," replied Lucian, "but I believe he knows who did." "Not he! Dr. Jorce has too responsible a position to mix himself up in a crime from which he gains no benefit."
I shall see Ferruci to-morrow and force him to confess his putting your father in the asylum." "No!" said Diana, shaking her head. "Don't do that until you have more evidence against him." "I think the evidence of Jorce is strong enough. I suppose you mean the evidence of Mrs. Clear?" "Yes; although for her own sake I don't suppose she will speak." Lucian nodded.
Lucian was willing enough to show his confidence in Jorce, the more so as he needed his help. Forthwith he told him all he knew, from the time he had met Michael Clear, alias Mark Berwin, alias Mark Vrain, in Geneva Square, down to the moment he had presented himself for information at the gates of "The Haven."
"Not good enough for an English court," replied Lucian coldly. "You say you were not in Jersey Street on Christmas Eve. Who can prove that?" "My friend my dear friend, Dr. Jorce of Hampstead, sir. I was with him; oh, yes, sir, he will tell you so." "Very good! I hope his evidence will clear you," replied the more phlegmatic Englishman. "And this cloak?" "I never bought the cloak!
Lucian, all on fire with curiosity, found himself unable to bear this suspense, so to distract his mind and learn, if possible, the true relationship existing between Ferruci and Jorce, he set out for Hampstead to interview the doctor.
Two doctors and very rightly, too had certified to the insanity of the man; and his wife as I then believed Mrs. Clear to be had consented to his detention." "What made you suspicious that there might be something wrong?" asked Lucian eagerly. "My visit to meet you, at Ferruci's request, to prove the alibi," responded Jorce. "I thought it was strange, and afterwards, when a detective named Mr.
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