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Jorce," he said boldly, and without preamble, "I have called to see you about that alibi of Signor Ferruci's." "Alibi is a nasty word, Mr. Denzil," said Jorce, looking sharply at his visitor. "Perhaps, but it is the only word that can be used with propriety." "But I thought that I was called on to decide a bet."
He was not altogether pleased with Lucian finding out more about the case than he had discovered himself, and also to further ruffle his temper the clever Lydia had given him the slip. He had called at her Mayfair house with a warrant for her arrest, only to find out that having received timely warning from Ferruci's servant she had fled. In vain the railway stations had been watched.
"I sent messages both to Geneva Square and Sergeant's Inn, but you were neither at your lodgings nor in your office." "I was better employed, my dear," said Lucian, with a weary sigh, for he was quite worn out with fatigue and anxiety. "I have been with Link, telling him about Ferruci's death, and being blamed as the cause of it." "You blamed! And why?" said Diana, with just indignation.
"With such evidence she cannot deny that she visited Wrent; and was in the vicinity of the house wherein her husband was murdered on the very night the crime was committed. Also she must state Ferruci's reason for hiding in the back yard, and tell me plainly who Wrent is, and why he helped the pair of them in their devilish plans.
Who, he asked himself repeatedly, who was this grey-haired, white-bearded man who had so often received Lydia, who had on Christmas Eve silenced Rhoda regarding Ferruci's presence in the yard, by means of the cloak, and who it would seem possessed the key to the whole mystery? Rhoda could tell no more but that he had stayed six months with Mrs.
Clear?" he repeated. "And what do you know of Mrs. Clear?" "As much as Dr. Jorce could tell me, Count." Ferruci's brow cleared. "Then you know I pay for keeping her miserable husband with my friend," he said composedly. "It is for her sake I am so kind." "Rather it is for your own you are so cunning." "Cunning! A most strange word for my goodness," said the Count coolly.
Then she threw up her veil, revealing a haggard face and red eyes, swollen with weeping, and filled with an expression of terror. "Sakes alive! isn't this awful?" she wailed, making a clutch at Miss Vrain's arm. "You've done it, this time, Diana. Ferruci's dead, and your father alive, and I'm not a widow, and my father away I don't know where!
Two doctors and very rightly, too had certified to the insanity of the man; and his wife as I then believed Mrs. Clear to be had consented to his detention." "What made you suspicious that there might be something wrong?" asked Lucian eagerly. "My visit to meet you, at Ferruci's request, to prove the alibi," responded Jorce. "I thought it was strange, and afterwards, when a detective named Mr.
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