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Updated: May 6, 2025
I wanted to see, and if possible speak in secret with the girl who bore such a striking resemblance to the dead Gabrielle Engledue. On returning to the hotel I rang up the Villa Clementini and inquired for Robertson. In a few moments I spoke to him, asking if he were coming down to the Gambrinus. "I'm sorry," he replied. "I have to go to Pisa by the eight o'clock train.
As we sat together before a cheerful fire I told him of my lapse into unconsciousness, of my loss of memory, but I did not explain all that had happened, for, as a matter of fact, I had no desire that anyone should know of my guilt in posing as a medical man and thus becoming implicated in the mysterious death of Gabrielle Engledue. My friend sat and heard me, smoking his pipe in silence.
"Then you were taken ill before she became similarly affected?" "Was she? I did not know that!" said my beloved in surprise. "Yes. You were rendered unconscious by a drug which produced all the symptoms of death, but Miss Engledue was afterwards deliberately killed." Gabrielle stared at me as though she believed that I was bereft of my senses. "Was Gabrielle Engledue killed?" she gasped.
"Can you explain the whole circumstances?" he asked. "I am deeply interested in my unfortunate niece." "I can relate to you a few of the facts if you wish to hear them," was my reply. I certainly had no intention of telling him all that I knew, or of the death and cremation of the mysterious Gabrielle Engledue whoever she might have been. So I explained practically what I had told his sister.
"I'd like to see that room," I said, affecting ignorance. He took me in. In a second I saw that nothing had been changed since I had stood there at the death-bed of Gabrielle Engledue a little over a month ago. There was the handsome bed-chamber with its inlaid cupboards, its great dressing-table, and its fine bed the bed upon which the beautiful young woman had been lying dead.
While we were at tea a tall, dark Spanish-looking girl came in and was introduced to us as Gabrielle Engledue. As we sat at tea we laughed over the similarity of our names, and she told me that though her mother had been English she had lived all her life in Madrid, and had been over here for the purpose of studying English.
Was Gabrielle Engledue living or was she dead? Or was Gabrielle Tennison and Gabrielle Engledue one and the same person? A living face is different from that of the same person when dead, hence the great problem presenting itself.
If I could only ascertain the latter, then I might be able to reconstruct the crime slowly, piece by piece. But as far as I could see there was an utter absence of motive. Long ago I had arrived at the conclusion that by the death of the unknown girl named Engledue, the unscrupulous financier had added some considerable sum to his bank balance. But how?
The charge against him of having had a hand in the heartless murder of poor Gabrielle Engledue was unfortunately not substantiated for lack of evidence. Though the police are still seeking everywhere for Gaston Suzor, he has not up to the present been found. They, however, do not despair of arresting him.
"I recollect," she said, "that just at the moment of my sudden seizure I seemed to become fascinated by the gorgeous Spanish shawl which Gabrielle Engledue had around her shoulders. It was a most beautifully embroidered silk shawl with long, heavy fringe, and flowers worked in red, green and gold upon a silk fabric.
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