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Why should the Italian be intimate with the owner of a private asylum with a man so much beneath him in rank?" "I don't know, sir. But if you suspect Dr. Jorce you had better see him when he comes back from his holidays in a month." "Where is he now?" "In Italy, and the Count has gone with him." Diana and Lucian looked at one another, and the former spoke: "That is strange," she said.
But here he received a check, for Jorce had gone abroad on his annual holiday, and was not expected back for a month. In fact, Link did all that a man could do to arrive at the truth, only to find himself, at the end of his labours, in the same position as Lucian had been.
Go up to London now, Lucian, see him at Hampstead, and find out if Ferruci was at his house at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve. Then I shall believe him guiltless; till then, I hold him but the creature and tool of Lydia." "Jorce declares that Ferruci was with him at the house when the murder was committed?" "Can you believe that? Ferruci may have made it worth the while of this doctor to lie.
Do you know why I went to Italy?" "No; no more than I know why you went with Signor Ferruci," replied Lucian, recalling Link's communication. "Ah!" said Jorce placidly, "you have been making inquiries, I see. But you are wrong in one particular. I did not go to Italy with Ferruci I left him in Paris, and I went on myself to Florence to find out the true character of the man."
Jorce gave me her address in Bayswater, but when I went there I could not find her; she had left. I then put an advertisement in all the papers, stating that if she called on me she would hear of something to her advantage. Now, Count, it appears that Mrs.
"My name is Mark Vrain, young sir," said he, beginning his story without further preamble. "I lived in Berwin Manor, Bath, with my wife Lydia, but she treated me badly by letting another man love her, and I left her. Oh, yes, sir, I left her. I went away to Salisbury, and was very happy there with my books, but, alas! I took morph " "Vrain!" said Jorce, holding up his finger, "no!"
"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."
"I'll tell you that," rejoined Jorce, "when you have heard the story of Mr. Vrain." In a few minutes Lucian was led by his guide into a pleasant room, with French windows opening on to a wide verandah, and a sunny lawn set round with flowers. As Jorce entered he stood up and shuffled forward with a senile smile of delight.
"And now, sir," said Ferruci, who had followed him out of the shop, "you come with me, please." "Where to?" asked Lucian gloomily. "To my friend to my rooms. I have shown I did not buy the cloak you speak of. Now we must find my friend, Dr. Jorce, to tell you I was not at Jersey Street when you say." "Is Dr. Jorce at your rooms?"
"No," replied Jorce coolly, "he's not, for the simple reason that Vrain is not dead." "Not dead?" repeated Lucian, recalling Diana's belief. "No! For the last few months Mark Vrain, under the name of Michael Clear, has been in this asylum!" "So Vrain is alive, after all!" was Lucian's comment on the speech of Jorce, "and he is here under your charge? Jove! it's wonderful!
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