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"De Gex passed his coffee cup to you, smiling and without compunction, well knowing the effect it must have upon you, at the same time his intention being to kill your friend Miss Engledue by administering a stronger dose.
We had a delightful dinner, and Mr. De Gex took us all three to the theatre afterwards, and drove each of us home. I was the first, and he put me down at the corner of Earl's Court Road. "On the night of November the seventh at very short notice Mr. De Gex had again invited Miss Engledue and myself through Mrs.
"Of course, De Gex contrived that no inquiry would be made concerning the dead girl. He might have shown you the body of Miss Engledue, but he had some motive in keeping it from you, and obtaining a death certificate for the girl who was still living." "The motive was that he was not quite certain whether the orosin could be detected.
"Well, the truth concerning the death of Miss Gabrielle Engledue." "The death of Miss Gabrielle Engledue!" he cried. "I really don't understand you, Mr. Mr. Garfield!" At mention of the name I saw that he started, but almost imperceptibly. The man was certainly a most perfect actor, and his protestations of ignorance were, indeed, well-feigned.
I endeavoured to make up my mind to forget it all and return to England and to my work at Francis and Goldsmith's but all to no avail. My duty, I felt, was to leave no stone unturned until I had discovered whether Gabrielle Engledue had died from natural causes, or as a result of foul play. The pale, tragic face of the girl I had encountered in the Duomo haunted me.
I recollected those crisp Bank of England notes which still reposed in a drawer at Rivermead Mansions the bribe I had so foolishly accepted to become his accomplice in that mysterious crime. Gabrielle Engledue! Who was the girl whose body, because of my false certificate, had been reduced to ashes in order to destroy all evidence of foul play? Who was she and what was the motive?
"When you are, at least, frank with me!" "I am." "But do you deny that the young lady, Gabrielle Engledue, died there? Do you not recollect that we both stood at her death-bed?" "Don't talk such piffle!" De Gex snapped, no doubt believing in the end that he would convince me of his ignorance of the whole tragedy.
This must have been accomplished by the infection of some wound or slight abrasion of the skin so that the drug should be introduced directly into the system and not by the mouth. Such a method would cause almost instant death." "But did Gabrielle Engledue die?" she asked excitedly. "Yes. She did. And by her death De Gex inherits the fortune of her father, a rich Spaniard, the Conde de Chamartin."
As I said this Superintendent Fletcher stepped forward, while behind him came the others. "Mr. Oswald De Gex?" he asked. "Is that your name?" The owner of the big mansion went pale to the lips, and muttered an affirmative. "I hold a warrant for your arrest on the charge of the wilful murder of Gabrielle Engledue on the seventh of November last," said the Superintendent.
"Five weeks ago? No. I and my wife went away down to Swanage to see her sister. The master gave us a fortnight's holiday. Why?" "Oh nothing," I replied. "I merely inquired as I want to clear up a mystery that's all." "What mystery?" "The mystery of Miss Engledue your master's niece," I answered. "But I've never heard of any niece," he said.
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