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Updated: May 15, 2025
Half an hour, an hour, and at length a second hour dragged slowly by. Suddenly in the silence that had fallen upon the inmates of the morning-room they caught the distant sound of the detective's deep voice and the rustle of Mrs. Varrick's silk dress coming down the corridor. Mrs. Varrick and the detective advanced to the center of the room, then she stopped suddenly.
Immediately upon her dismissal from the Varrick mansion she had stolen back to the little hamlet where her old nurse lived, and had got the woman to write a letter for her as she dictated it.
"That is proof positive that Gerelda was not with Captain Frazier, and that he, poor fellow, was entirely innocent of her whereabouts." Hubert Varrick was greatly amazed at this intelligence; but before he could make any remark Maillard went on quickly: "We received a long letter from an old nurse who used to be in Gerelda's family years ago. It was written at my cousin's dictation.
If it is destined that either one of you should succumb to this disease, you could not avoid it, believe me, though you flew to the other end of the world. Take it very calmly, and hope for the best. Forget your danger, now that you are face to face with it, and let us do our utmost to relieve my suffering patient." "He is right," said Jessie. In this Hubert Varrick was forced to concur.
"But perhaps he may be here to-morrow evening with some music I asked him to bring me." "Now, when he comes," said Mrs. Northrup, "I want you to make some excuse to leave the room, for say, ten or fifteen minutes, and during that time I will soon have this matter settled with Hubert Varrick." "It would not look well for you to mention the matter," cried Gerelda.
"You would not say that!" cried Gerelda. "I would tell him my side of the story that you kidnapped me, and held me by force on the island." "Varrick is a man of the world," he returned, tauntingly. "Your side of the story is too flimsy for him or any one else to believe." "Stop! You must not you shall not!" cried Gerelda, wildly. "I I will make terms with you.
He had been back from Europe only a month. Directly on his return, he went to Fisher's Landing, there to be met with the intelligence that Jessie's uncle had died a fortnight ago, and that she was thrown penniless on the world, and had started out to battle for bread, none knew whither. The shock of this intelligence nearly killed Hubert Varrick.
Better that he should live, even with the other one, than die. Her heart went out to Hubert Varrick in the bitterest of sorrow. She realized what he must be suffering. She would have flown to him on the wings of love, but she dared not.
Varrick did not rise, though the terrified butler called upon him vehemently. He had the presence of mind, even in that calamity, to turn on the gas, and as a flood of light illumined the scene, he saw that it was a woman lying at his feet ay, a woman into whose body he had plunged that fatal knife! while his master lay unconscious but a few feet distant. "Help! I am dying!" gasped the woman.
Varrick was just about to offer a large reward to any one who would recover it, when two fishermen were seen making their way in a little skiff toward the scene of the wreck. There was some object covered over with a dark cloak in the bottom of their boat. They were making for the shore upon which the wreck was strewn. Varrick sprung forward. "Is it the body of a woman you have there?" he cried.
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