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What more can I say?" he exclaimed with affected dismay. "A very great deal. You can tell me the truth." "I have," he snapped. "Who this girl Engledue is I have not a ghost of an idea. Are you certain she is dead?" "Positive. I saw her lying dead in the room which adjoins your library." "What! My wife's room!" he cried. "Oh, come let us finish all this silly talk."
On the other hand, I had up my sleeve a trump-card the death and cremation of the mysterious Gabrielle Engledue. Probably the poor victim was poisoned hence the object of her cremation to remove all traces of it! Yet, opposed to that, there still remained my own most serious offence of posing as a medical man and giving a forged certificate concerning the cause of death. Yes.
"And so do I," I said, laughing. "But, tell me, where is the young lady who used to live here Mr. De Gex's niece?" "His niece! I don't think he has a niece." "Miss Gabrielle Engledue." "Who's she? I've never heard of her," was the man's reply. I described her, but he shook his head. "To my knowledge Mr. De Gex hasn't got a niece," he said. "Were you here five weeks ago?" I inquired.
I was compelled to draw back and watch them from a distance, hoping that I might be successful in following them to their destination. It certainly was strange that the girl who was so much like Gabrielle Engledue should be there in Florence, within a mile or two of De Gex's villa!
I had just replaced the cup upon the table when I felt a most violent pain in my head, and cried out. Miss Engledue was at my side in an instant, but I felt a sensation of giddiness, and next moment I knew nothing more." I remained silent for a few seconds, thinking deeply over her remarkable story. "Then Miss Engledue was quite well at the time?" I asked. "Quite, she sprang to my assistance."
I was, I know, foolish not to tell mother where I was going, but the reason for it I have already explained. When I arrived at Stretton Street, after my dancing lesson, Gabrielle Engledue was already there chatting with Mr. De Gex in the library. He told me that he had just received a telephone message from Mr.
Yet the point was whether Gabrielle Engledue was really dead, or whether she still existed in the person of Gabrielle Tennison. That was the first fact for me to establish. Next morning I rose early and gazed across the cold misty Thames to the great factories and wharves upon the opposite bank.
More than once I had wondered whether she were under hypnotic influence, but that theory had been completely negatived by Sir Charles Wendover. Be that as it may, I had now fallen desperately in love with the girl whom I was seeking to rescue from her enemies. Why had the body of Gabrielle Engledue been cremated if not to destroy all evidence of a crime?
What was it that De Gex had shown the doctor beneath the pale light of the moon? It was evidently something which greatly surprised Moroni, and yet he had made but little comment concerning it. But the chief mystery of all was the whereabouts of that poor inert girl Gabrielle Engledue.
At that hour of the morning the central thoroughfare is always crowded by business men, cooks out shopping, and open-mouthed forestieri the foreigners who come, guide-book in hand, to gaze at and admire the thousand wonderful monuments of the ancient city of Medici. The girl's face certainly resembled very closely that of the dead girl Gabrielle Engledue.
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