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Evidently and with reason, poor soul he considered the doctor his very good friend. "Well, well!" said the cheery Jorce, "and how are you to-day, Mr. Vrain?" "I feel very well," replied Vrain in a soft, weak voice. "Who is this, Doctor?" "A young friend of mine, Mr. Vrain. He wishes to hear your story." "Alas! alas!" sighed Vrain, his eyes filling with tears, "a sad story, sir."
"He is not mad now, only weak in the head," replied Jorce professionally, "but he was certainly mad when he arrived. The man's brain is wrecked by morphia." "Not by drink?" "No; although it suited Mrs. Clear and Ferruci to say so. But Clear, as I may call him, was very violent, and quite justified Mrs. Clear's desire to sequester him. She told me that he often imagined himself to be other people.
"He knew me at once, poor dear," she said rapidly, "and asked me if I had been out, just as if I'd left the house for a visit and come back. Ah!" she shook her head and sighed "I am afraid he'll never be quite himself again." "What does Jorce think?" "He says that father can be discharged as cured, and is going to see about it for me.
"Then why not find Wrent?" asked Diana bluntly. "He has hidden his trail too well," began Link, "and and " "And if you did find him," finished Denzil coolly, "he might prove himself guiltless, after the fashion of Mrs. Vrain and Ferruci." "He might, sir; there is no knowing. But since you think I have done so little, Mr. Denzil, let me ask you who it is you suspect?" "Dr. Jorce of Hampstead."
Indeed, Jorce was in the habit of saying that "There were more mad people in the world than were kept under lock and key," and in this he was doubtless right. However, the kindly and judicious little man was like a father to those under his charge, and very popular with them all. Anything more unlike the popular conception of an asylum than the establishment at Hampstead can scarcely be imagined.
"Evidently," replied Lucian; "but I am almost as much in the dark as you are, Dr. Jorce. Tell me how Vrain came to be placed here, and, exchanging confidence for confidence, I'll let you know all I have discovered since the death of the man in Geneva Square who called himself Berwin." "That is a fair offer," replied Jorce, clearing his throat, "and one which I willingly accept.
That fact came to her knowledge only a week ago. When it did, she declared that the deceased could not be her father." "H'm!" said Jorce thoughtfully, "I am quite in the dark as to why Mr. Vrain was put under my charge." "Because Ferruci wished to marry his widow." "I see! Ferruci substituted another man for my patient and had him killed."
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.
I was the man Rhoda saw in the back yard. I was waiting for Mrs. Clear, to take her to Hampstead; and in the meantime I thought I would climb over the fence and see Clear. But the girl saw me, so I ran away, and joined Mrs. Clear up the road. I was not aware at the time that the woman who saw me was Rhoda. Afterwards I went to Hampstead with Mrs. Clear, to see Jorce." "Did you buy the cloak?"
Jorce, Miss Vrain had taken her father down to his own place in the country, and there tended him with the most affectionate solicitude, in the hope that he would recover his health. But the hope was vain, for by his over-indulgence in morphia, his worrying and wandering, and irregular mode of life, Vrain had completely shattered his health.
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