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Among these was Colonel Ceran St. Vrain, who had been conspicuous in the suppression of the Mexican insurrection of 1847, fifteen years before. Kit Carson was lieutenant-colonel; J. F. Chaves, major; and the most prominent of the line officers Captain Albert H. Pfeiffer, with a record as an Indian fighter equal to that of Carson.
We that is, this lady and myself wish to know, firstly, how your husband came to be masquerading as Mr. Vrain; secondly, where we can find the man called Wrent, who employed your husband; and thirdly, Mrs. Clear, we wish to know, and the law wishes to know, who killed your husband." "I don't know who killed him," said the woman, looking rather afraid, "but I believe Wrent did." "Who is Wrent?"
Clear, not having been paid her hush money, had betrayed the confidence and misdeeds of Ferruci, thereby revealing an extent of villainy for which neither Diana nor Lucian was prepared. Now the Count had to be seen and brought to book for his doings, Lydia informed that her husband was in the asylum, and Vrain himself had to be released in due form from his legal imprisonment.
"They have been seen since his death," said Miss Greeb solemnly. "Then, as a ghost, Vrain must be walking about with the old woman phantom who wears brocade and high-heeled shoes."
Vrain, with a liveliness rather subdued in compliment to her apparel; "and his real name was Mark Vrain. Well, I guess he won't need no name now, poor man," and the widow touched her bright eyes carefully with a doll's pocket-handkerchief, which Lucian noted, somewhat cynically, was perfectly dry. "Maybe he's an angel by this time, Lyddy," said Mr.
"I'll call on him to-morrow at noon," said Lucian, "and later on I shall come here to tell you what has passed between us." This remark brought the business between them to a close, but Lucian would fain have lingered to engage Diana in lighter conversation. Miss Vrain, however, was too much disturbed by the news he had brought her to indulge in frivolous talk.
Lucian did not at once adopt the plan to net Wrent whosoever he might be invented by Lydia, and approved of by Diana. On the whole, he could not bring himself to believe that a weak-headed, foolish old creature like Vrain had masqueraded in Jersey Street as Wrent. Still there were certain suspicious incidents which fitted in very neatly with Ferruci's story. Mrs.
It was the hour of golden sunset and long twilight afterglow on the glistening Flat Rock waters and the green prairies beyond the Neosho. A sudden awakening came over me, and in one swift instant I understood my boyhood dreams and hopes and visions. "You will pardon me for coming so abruptly, Miss St. Vrain," I said. "Mother Bridget told me I would find you here."
At the first sound of their voices Lucian detected so pronounced a twang, and so curious a way of collocating words, as to conclude that Mrs. Vrain and her amiable parent hailed from the States. The little lady seemed to pride herself on this, and indicated her republican origin in her speech more than was necessary at least, Denzil thought so.
"Count Ferruci, perhaps." "He wasn't there! No!" cried Bella, raising her head, "I'm sure Mrs. Vrain stole it and killed her husband, and I don't care who hears me say so!" Diana and Lucian looked at one another in silence. As her listeners made no comment on Miss Tyler's accusation of Mrs.
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