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Clear, who had left me and was waiting for him, and the pair went off to see Dr. Jorce at Hampstead. I believe they remained there all night. "Left alone, I climbed over the fence about nine o'clock, and saw Clear. He was celebrating Christmas Eve by drinking heavily, and I was unable to bring him to reason.
When Lucian arrived at "The Haven," he found that Jorce had long since returned from his holiday, and was that day at home; so on sending in his card he was at once admitted into the presence of the local potentate.
Diana was right, after all!" "Diana? Who is Diana?" queried Jorce, then held up his hand to stop his visitor from replying. "Wait! I know! Vrain mentioned his daughter Diana." "Yes, she is the daughter of Vrain, and she believes her father to be alive." "On what grounds?" "Because the dead man, whom, until lately, she believed to be Mr. Vrain, had one of his little fingers missing.
"My father is weak in the head, and perhaps was afraid to come out in the midst of such trouble. But if you put in the advertisement that I his daughter am in England, he will come to me, for with me he knows he is safe. Also call on Dr. Jorce, and find out the truth about Signor Ferruci." "And then?" "Then when you have done these two things we shall see what will come of them.
"It was half-past eight when the servant saw the dark man run out of the yard?" "Yes!" "And at half-past eight Ferruci was at Hampstead in the house of Dr. Jorce?"
Doctor Jorce listened with the greatest attention, his little face puckered up into a grim smile, and shook his head when the barrister ended his recital. "A bad world, Mr. Denzil, a bad world!" he said, rising. "Come with me, and I'll take you to see my patient." "But what do you think of it all?" said Denzil, eager for some comment.
Bensusan and her sharp handmaid in the most exhaustive manner, and did his best to trace out the mysterious Wrent who had so much to do with the matter. He even called on Dr. Jorce at Hampstead, to satisfy himself as to the actual time of Ferruci's arrival in that neighbourhood on Christmas Eve.
"I don't know," he said in a dull voice. "You came here from Bayswater," hinted Jorce. "Yes, yes, Bayswater!" cried Vrain, growing excited. "I was there with a woman they called my wife. She was not my wife! My wife is fair, this woman was dark. Her name was Maud Clear: my wife's name is Lydia." "Did Mrs. Clear say you were her husband, Michael?" "Yes.
Come, now, it is no use your trying to evade this matter further. Jorce can prove that you put Vrain into his asylum under the name of Clear. Miss Vrain can prove that the so-called Clear is her father, and Mrs. Clear who has turned Queen's evidence has exposed the whole of your conspiracy. The game's up, Count." Ferruci sprang from his seat and began to walk hastily up and down the room.
"Why, that Count Ferruci has had to do with a crime committed some months ago in Pimlico. A man called Mark Vrain was murdered, as you may have seen in the papers, Doctor, and I believe Ferruci murdered him." "If I remember rightly," said Jorce with calmness, "the man in question was murdered shortly before midnight on Christmas Eve.
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