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"I am not sure if the male shadow was Ferruci, no more than I am certain the other was Mrs. Vrain." "But the veil?" Lucian shrugged his shoulders in despair. "That seems to prove it was she," he said dubiously, "but I can't explain your father's conduct in receiving her in so secretive a way. The whole thing is beyond me."
I looked forth into the street. Half a dozen tall savages, wrapped in striped serapes, were passing. Their wild, hungry looks, and slow, proud walk at once distinguished them from "Indios manzos," the water-drawing, wood-hewing pueblos. "Are they Navajoes?" I asked. "Oui, monsieur, oui!" replied Gode, apparently with some excitement. "Navajoes!" "There's no mistaking them," added Saint Vrain.
I know no more than you do." "Did you not know where he went on leaving Berwin Manor?" "Sakes! how should I? Mark and I didn't pull together nohow, so he kicked over the traces and made tracks for the back of beyond." "And you might square it, Lyddy, by saying as 'twasn't you who upset the apple cart." "Well, I should smile to think so," said Mrs. Vrain vigorously.
"Suppose I find out that he killed your husband?" asked Lucian, rising. "Then you'd best lynch him right away," replied Lydia without hesitation. "I draw the line at murder some!" The barrister was somewhat disgusted to hear Mrs. Vrain so coolly devote her whilom admirer to a shameful death.
"Oh, I'm not blind!" cried Bella, shrilly laughing. "No, indeed. The Count a most amiable man was very attentive to me at one time; and Lydia a married woman I regret to say, did not like him being so. I am indeed sorry to repeat scandal, Mr. Denzil, but the way in which Mrs. Vrain behaved towards me and carried on with the Count was not creditable. I am a gentlewoman, Mr.
Denzil, and a churchwoman, and as such cannot countenance such conduct as his." "You infer, then, that Mrs. Vrain was in love with the Italian?" "I shouldn't be at all surprised to hear it," cried Bella again. "But he did not care for her! Oh, dear, no! It is my belief, Mr. Denzil, that Mrs. Vrain knows more about the death of her husband than she chooses to admit.
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"She's as obstinate as a battery mule; but it's no use talking, she will have her own way," and dismissing the subject of Miss Vrain, the pretty widow, with an air of relief, talked on more frivolous subjects until Lucian took his departure.
Still, he did not surrender on the spot, but listened quietly to Lucian's story, in the hope of seeing some way of escape from his awkward position. "The other day I went to Dr. Jorce's asylum," said Lucian slowly, "and there I discovered it matters not how that your friend Clear was Mr. Vrain; also I learned that he had been placed in the asylum by you and Mrs. Clear.
Still, I think you are making a mountain out of a molehill, for I am satisfied that she knows no more who committed the crime than does the Pope himself." "It is as well to look in every direction," said Lucian obstinately. "Meaning that I should follow this clue you suggest, which has no existence save in your own fancy. Well, I'll keep my eye on Mrs. Vrain, you may be sure of that.
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