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"Quite so!" exclaimed Krail, smiling. "That's a pretty good story to tell the world. But there's a point where mere friendship must break, you know." "What do you mean?" asked the other, glancing at him in surprise. "Well, the story you tell other people may be picturesque and romantic, but with me it's just a trifle weak.
He saw he was in for a long dissertation; and, moving uneasily towards the window, changed the topic of conversation by saying, "I had a long letter from Paris this morning. Krail is back again, it appears." "Ah, that man!" cried the other impatiently. "When will his extraordinary energies be suppressed? They are watching him carefully, I suppose." "Of course," replied the Frenchman.
"Ah," he shrieked, "then I was not mistaken when when I thought I recognised the voice! That man's voice! Yes, it is his his!" In an instant Krail had sprung forward towards the blind and defenceless man, but his captors were fortunately too quick and prevented him. Then, at the inspector's orders, a pair of steel bracelets were quickly placed upon his wrists. "Gerlach!
Krail held Lady Heyburn in distinct distrust. He had once had dealings with her which had turned out the reverse of satisfactory. Instinctively he knew that, in order to save herself, if exposure ever came, she would "give him away" without the least compunction.
He could hear voices a man's voice raised in distinct threats, and a woman's quick, defiant response. He walked round the bushes quickly, trying to get sight of the pair, but the river bent sharply at that point in such a manner that he could not get a glimpse of them. Again he heard Krail speaking rapidly in French, and still again the girl's response.
Though bedraggled and dishevelled, she was nevertheless delightful, and treated her sudden immersion with careless unconcern. Why had Krail attempted to get rid of her in that manner? What motive had he? They reached the farmhouse, where Mrs. Wyatt, a stout, ruddy-faced woman, detecting their approach, met them upon the threshold. "Lawks, Miss Heyburn! why, what's happened?" she asked in alarm.
Krail knew a good deal, but he did not know all. Perhaps it was as well that he did not. There is a code of honour among adventurers all the world over; but few of them can resist the practice of blackmail when they chance to fall upon evil days.
The pair were, however, now separated. Krail, in pursuit of his diligent inquiries, had actually been in Woodnewton, and seen the lonely little figure, sad and dejected, taking long rambles accompanied only by a farmer's sheep-dog. Young Murie had not been there; nor did the pair now correspond. This much Krail had himself discovered.
You were devoid of your usual foresight. Depend upon it, a very serious danger threatens. She will speak." "I tell you she dare not. Rest your mind assured." "She will." "She shall not!" "How, pray, can you close her mouth?" asked the foreigner. Flockart's eyes met his. In them was a curious expression, almost a glitter. Krail understood. He shrugged his shoulders, but uttered no word.
The last-named Krail had always admitted to be one of the cleverest women he had ever met. His only surprise had been that she, as Sir Henry's wife, was unable to get at the facts which were so cleverly withheld. It only showed, however, that the Baronet, though deprived of eyesight, was even more clever than the unscrupulous woman he had so foolishly married.
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