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"I will not!" shouted Sir Hugh, his eyes flashing with quick anger. "Anything but that." "Why?" "My efforts in that direction had tragic results on the last occasion." "Ah!" laughed Weirmarsh. "I see you are superstitious or something. I did not expect that of you." "I am not superstitious, Weirmarsh. I only refuse to do what you want.
He spoke in a calm, even tone, without once removing his eyes from the man who stood upon the hearthrug with bent head and folded arms. "I know, Weirmarsh. It's true that you saved me from bankruptcy but think what penalty I have paid by accepting your terms," he answered in a low, broken voice. "The devil tempted me, and I fell into your damnable net."
"Yes," he exclaimed to himself after he had scanned it, "so I was not mistaken after all! The mystery is deeper than I thought. By Jove! that fellow, Joseph Blot, alias Weirmarsh, alias Detmold, Ponting and half a dozen other names, no doubt, is playing a deep game a dangerous customer evidently!"
But he reflected that if Weirmarsh had been watching it must have been to warn the French police over at Calais of the coming of Enid. No action was too dastardly for that unscrupulous scoundrel. Yet, for the present at least, the girl remained safe. The chief peril was that in which Sir Hugh was placed, now that he had openly defied the doctor.
He was secretly glad that at last the old fellow had resolved to face bankruptcy rather than go farther in that strange career of crime, yet, at the same time, there was serious danger for Weirmarsh was a man so unscrupulous and so vindictive that the penalty of his defiance must assuredly be a severe one.
I do not see why my stepfather should betray such anxiety on my account." "The general is greatly concerned about you," Weirmarsh said, seated cross-legged at his writing-chair, toying with his pen and looking into the girl's handsome face. "He wished me to see you. That is why I wrote to you." "Well," she said, wavering beneath his sharp glance, "I am here. What do you wish?"
"Which you did," she said in a strained, mechanical tone. "We both have you to thank for our escape. Weirmarsh, having first implicated Paul, then made allegations against us, in order to send us to prison, because he feared lest my stepfather might, in a fit of remorse, act indiscreetly and make a confession."
Weirmarsh, the hard-working practitioner so well known among the lower classes in Pimlico. Those who pass along the Vauxhall Bridge Road know well that house with its curtains yellow with smoke the one which stands back behind a small strip of smoke-begrimed garden. Over the gate is a red lamp, and upon the railings a brass plate with the name: "Mr. Weirmarsh, Surgeon."
At noon on the following day Trendall had an interview with Josef Blot, alias Weirmarsh, in his cell at Chelmsford, whither he had been conveyed by the police. What happened at that interview will never be known. It is safe to surmise, however, that the tragic letter of Harry Bellairs was shown to him Enid having withdrawn her request that no use should be made of it.
That man was Walter Fetherston! Walter alone knew the ghastly circumstances, and it was he who had been working to save the old soldier from himself. He did so for two reasons first, because he was fond of the bluff, fearless old fellow, and, secondly, because he had been attracted by Enid, and intended to rescue her from the evil thraldom of Weirmarsh.
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