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Vrain himself told me how you decoyed him from Salisbury, and took him to Mrs. Clear's, in Bayswater, where he passed as her husband, although, as she confesses, she kept him as a kind of prisoner." "But this is wrong," cried Ferruci, trying to laugh. "This is most foolish. How would a man, of his own will, pass as the husband of a woman he knew not?"
"I'll tell you that," rejoined Jorce, "when you have heard the story of Mr. Vrain." In a few minutes Lucian was led by his guide into a pleasant room, with French windows opening on to a wide verandah, and a sunny lawn set round with flowers. As Jorce entered he stood up and shuffled forward with a senile smile of delight.
"Then why not find Wrent?" asked Diana bluntly. "He has hidden his trail too well," began Link, "and and " "And if you did find him," finished Denzil coolly, "he might prove himself guiltless, after the fashion of Mrs. Vrain and Ferruci." "He might, sir; there is no knowing. But since you think I have done so little, Mr. Denzil, let me ask you who it is you suspect?" "Dr. Jorce of Hampstead."
"No," replied Jorce coolly, "he's not, for the simple reason that Vrain is not dead." "Not dead?" repeated Lucian, recalling Diana's belief. "No! For the last few months Mark Vrain, under the name of Michael Clear, has been in this asylum!" "So Vrain is alive, after all!" was Lucian's comment on the speech of Jorce, "and he is here under your charge? Jove! it's wonderful!
He now, very naturally, began to long to visit the home of his childhood, and to witness some of the scenes of progressive civilization, rumors of which often reached him in the forest. Messrs. Bent and Vrain were in the habit of sending once a year a train of wagons to St. Louis, to transport their skins and to obtain fresh supplies. It was a journey of about six hundred miles.
Having completed his staff and other arrangements to place his force upon a military basis, he was ready to take the field. The appointment of St. Vrain as commander of the Volunteers, was hailed with delight throughout the territory.
Hola! muchacho!" "Que es, senor?" "Hay cafe?" "Si, senor." "Bring us a couple of tazas, then dos tazas, do you hear? and quick aprisa! aprisa!" "Si, senor." "Ah! here comes le voyageur Canadien. So, old Nor'-west! you've brought the wine?" "Vin delicieux, Monsieur Saint Vrain! equal to ze vintage Francais." "He is right, Haller! Tsap tsap! delicious you may say, good Gode. Tsap tsap!
Out beyond the ridges, indistinct in the glare, stretched an illimitable expanse, gray and dull that was the prairie-land. An eagle, lord of all he surveyed, sailed round and round in the sky. Below this grassy summit yawned a valley, narrow and long, losing itself by turns to distant east and west; and through it ran a faint, white, winding line which was the old St. Vrain and Laramie Trail.
He tells me that all the St. Vrain money, which he controls by the terms of my father's will, he can give to the Church, if he chooses, and leave me disinherited." "We don't mind that a bit as a starter up in Kansas. Come out on our prairies and try it," I suggested. "But, Gail, that isn't all.
Notwithstanding this explanation, I did not approve of Clear's act, nor, indeed, of his acquaintance with Denzil. "For some months matters went on in this way. Clear remained in the Silent House, drinking himself to death; Mrs. Clear looked after Vrain in her Bayswater house; and I, in my old-man disguise, remained in Jersey Street, although at times I left there and went to see my daughter.
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