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When I heard that the old man had been stabbed by a stiletto I remembered that the one on the library wall had vanished some time before the Christmas Eve on which Mark was killed. So you may guess I was afraid." "For yourself?" "I guess not; it wasn't any of my funeral. I didn't take the stiletto, nor did I know who had; but I was afraid you might think Ferruci took it.
Then a Miss Tyler came to stay, and falling in love with Count Ferruci, grew jealous of Lydia, and made trouble with Vrain. The end of it was that after a succession of scenes, in which the old man behaved like the lunatic he was, he left the house, and not one of us knew where he went to. That was the last Lydia saw of her husband.
Going by the complexion of the man who had lurked in the back yard, it would appear that he was Count Ferruci; while the small stature of the woman, and the fact that she wore a velvet-spotted veil, indicated that she was Lydia Vrain; also the pair had been in the vicinity of the haunted house on the night of the murder; and, although it was true both were out of the place by half-past eight, yet they might not have gone far, but had probably returned later when Rhoda and Mrs.
"Count Ferruci, perhaps." "He wasn't there! No!" cried Bella, raising her head, "I'm sure Mrs. Vrain stole it and killed her husband, and I don't care who hears me say so!" Diana and Lucian looked at one another in silence. As her listeners made no comment on Miss Tyler's accusation of Mrs.
I saw it not before!" "Then come with me to the shop in Bayswater, and hear what the girl who sold it says." "I will come at once!" cried Ferruci hastily, catching up his cane and hat. "Come, then, my friend! Come! What does the woman say?" "That she sold the cloak to a tall man to a dark man with a moustache, and one who told her he was Italian."
"Not that I know of," said Lucian, remembering that he had asked Jorce the question rather generally than particularly, "but the doctor declared that Ferruci was with him at ten o'clock on that evening, and did not leave him until next morning; so as your father was killed between eleven and twelve, Ferruci must be innocent."
"Very good, Count, we will just have time to get back to your place." "And what you think now?" said Ferruci, with a malicious twinkle in his eyes. "I do not know what to think," replied Lucian dismally, "save that it is a strange coincidence that another Italian should have bought the cloak."
"Of course, of course," said the old man, with a watery smile, "I mean I was very happy there. But Signor Ferruci, a black-hearted villain" his face grew dark as he mentioned the name "found me out and made me come with him to London. He kept me there for months, and then he brought me here." "Kept you where, Mr. Vrain?" asked Lucian gently. The old man looked at him with a vacant eye.
I would never have suspected Clyne, who was always so meek and mild. Even that visit he paid to me to lament over his daughter's probable marriage to Ferruci was a trick to find out how much I knew." "Don't you think he hated Ferruci?" "No; I am sure he did not. He acted a part to find out what I was doing. If Mrs. Clear had not betrayed him we should never have discovered the conspiracy."
Denzil, therefore, rid himself of the American by promising to tell him, on some future occasion, all that he knew about Ferruci. Satisfied with this, Clyne departed in a more cheerful mood, and, apparently, hoped for the best. After his departure, Lucian again began to consider his idea of calling on Jorce regarding the alibi of Ferruci.
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