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Hitherto he had found Evors such plastic material that he had never seriously considered him in the light of a foe. Now, for the first time, he saw how greatly he had been mistaken. "Where can the fellow have gone to?" he muttered. "And whence comes his intimate knowledge of the house?"
But I see you are still in the dark. Cannot you guess who I really am, Vera? No? Then I will enlighten you. My name is Charles Evors, and I am the only son of Lord Merton. I was born here, and, if the Fates are good to me, some day I hope to die here." Vera ought to have experienced a feeling of deepest surprise; but she was long post any emotion of that kind.
What I have to complain of now is an intolerable outrage on the part of Mark Fenwick. He has actually dared to intrude himself on the privacy of my bedroom, and despite all I can say " "By Jove, this is a piece of bad luck," Evors exclaimed. "My dear Vera, I had not the slightest idea that you were occupying the Blue Room. In fact, I did not know that it was being used at all.
I believe they have put him into a secret room, the whereabouts of which is known only to Charles Evors. Of course, he will not stay." "But why shield such a blackguard at all?" Venner asked. "Surely, after all the trouble he has caused you " "You must not forget that he is our own flesh and blood," Vera said, quietly.
"He followed my wife, and there you have the simple explanation of the whole thing. But you have not yet told me why those two or three rooms were furnished in the empty house." "Who told you about that?" Evors asked. "What a chap you are to ask questions!
How you fools ever contrived to let him get the upper hand of you is more than I can understand." "It was Jones's fault," another voice growled. "He forgot the drug, and we ran clean out of it. Then, I suppose, we got interested over a game of cards, and one way and another, Evors managed to get six or seven hours' sleep without having any of that stuff inside him.
The only thing that puzzles me is why you acted in that strange weak fashion after the discovery of the crime." "That is exactly what I am going to tell you," Evors went on. "It is a strange story, and one which, if you read it in the pages of a book, you would be inclined to discredit entirely. And yet stranger and more remarkable things happen every day."
As soon as I set eyes on Mr. Charles " "Mr. what?" Fenwick asked. "Oh, I see what you mean. You are speaking of Mr. Evors, who came in with me." "That's it, sir, that's it," the old man said. "Mr. Evors, only we used to call him Mr. Charles." Fenwick began to understand. "Let's have it out," he said. "Mr. Evors, whom you saw with me just now, is Lord Merton's only son?"
That was all arranged by you, as I shall be able to prove when the proper time comes. I escaped death by a miracle, and good friends of mine hid me away beyond the reach of your arm. Even then you had no sort of mercy, even then you were not content with the mischief you had wrought. You must do your best to pin your crime to Mr. Evors, though that conspiracy cost my sister Beth her reason.
But all the time I was looking for you, all the time I was working out my plans for your destruction. Then you found me out you began to see how I could be useful to you, how I could become your miserable tool, as Mr. Evors here did. You dared not stay at your hotel things were not quite ripe for you to come down here.
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