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He was dark, slender, and tall, with dark, flashing eyes, a heavy black moustache, and an alert military look about him which showed that he had served in the army. The above description savours a trifle of the impossible hero of a young lady's dream; and, as a matter of fact, Ferruci was not unlike that ideal personage.
Clear came one night to see me, and finding it cold, she borrowed the cloak to wrap round her. She kept it for some time, and brought it back on Christmas Eve, when I gave it next day to Rhoda. It was Ferruci who bought the cloak, not I; and it was purchased for Rhoda, not for Mrs. Clear.
I shall see Ferruci to-morrow and force him to confess his putting your father in the asylum." "No!" said Diana, shaking her head. "Don't do that until you have more evidence against him." "I think the evidence of Jorce is strong enough. I suppose you mean the evidence of Mrs. Clear?" "Yes; although for her own sake I don't suppose she will speak." Lucian nodded.
He proved to be so stupefied with drugs that he hardly knew me, so, seeing that my Lydia would get no good out of her life by being tied to such a husband, I determined that I would assist Ferruci, on the understanding, of course, that Vrain was to be well looked after in every way.
I fancied that the stiletto, having been bought in Florence, and Ferruci coming from Florence, he, if anyone should any of these facts come to light would be credited with giving it to Clear. "I took this stiletto from Berwin Manor some time before Christmas, and, bringing it up to town, I left it, on the day before Christmas, on the table in Clear's sitting-room.
I do not wish you to think that I am in league with Signor Ferruci. What I did was done honestly. I am not afraid of telling my story." "I am sure of that," said Lucian heartily. "I guessed that Ferruci had not trusted you altogether, from the time he feigned that your evidence was needed only to decide a bet." "Trust me!" echoed Jorce, with scorn. "He never trusted me at all.
"After that trouble I insisted that Count Ferruci should leave the house; also Miss Tyler. They both did, but came back at times to pay Lydia a visit. We tried to find Vrain, but could not, as he had vanished altogether. Ferruci, I saw, was in love with Lydia, and she with him, but neither the one nor the other hinted at a future marriage should Vrain die.
Jorce saying I was with him on that night?" sneered the Count. "Partly, and partly about a lady you know." Ferruci frowned. "You speak of Mrs. Vrain?" "No," replied Lucian coolly. "I speak of Mrs. Clear." At the mention of this name, which was the last one he expected to hear his visitor pronounce, the Italian, in spite of his coolness and cunning, could not forbear a start. "Mrs.
"Ferruci wanted me to join him in the conspiracy so that I could watch Clear impersonating Vrain, while he himself kept his eye on the real Vrain, who was to be received into Mrs. Clear's house at Bayswater and passed off as her husband. All Mrs. Clear wanted was the money, as long since wearied of her drunken husband she did not care if he lived or died.
"Because he was not dying quickly enough for that woman's purpose. She did not kill him herself, if her alibi is to be credited, but she employed Ferruci to murder him." "You forget Signor Ferruci also proved an alibi." "A very doubtful one," said Miss Vrain scornfully. "You did not ask that Dr. Jorce the questions you should have done.
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