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Upon the steps stood four men in thick overcoats, all of whom Walter instantly recognised. With Trendall stood Sir Hugh Elcombe, while their companions were two detective-inspectors from Scotland Yard. "Hallo! Fetherston!" gasped Trendall. "I I expected to find Weirmarsh here! What has happened?" "The doctor is already here," was the other's quick reply.
"You bought me body and soul, but by Heaven!" he cried, "you have not bought my family, sir!" Weirmarsh moved uneasily in his chair. "And so you refuse to do this service which I requested of you, yesterday, eh?" he asked very slowly. "I do." A silence fell between the two men, broken only by the low ticking of the little Sheraton clock upon the mantelshelf.
"Will you forgive me if I so far intrude myself upon your private affairs as to give you a few words of advice?" "Thank you, Dr. Weirmarsh, but I cannot see that my private affairs are any concern of yours," she replied with some hauteur. How often had she endeavoured in vain to break those invisible shackles?
"Why are you here, Weirmarsh?" he demanded. "I have helped you and your infernal friends in the past, but please do not count upon my assistance in the future. Remember that from to-day our friendship is entirely at an end." "As you wish, of course, my dear Sir Hugh," replied the other, with a nonchalant air. "But if I were you I would not be in too great a hurry to make such a declaration.
Then she replaced it with trembling fingers, and, closing the drawer, sat staring straight before her dumbfounded, rigid. What was the mystery? By the knowledge she had obtained she became forearmed even defiant. In the light of that astounding discovery, she now read the mysterious Dr. Weirmarsh as she would an open book. She held her breath, and an expression of hatred escaped her lips.
In ignorance of the keen interest which the doctor across the table felt in him, Walter Fetherston sat chatting and laughing with Enid. Once the doctor, to whom he had been introduced only half an hour before, addressed a remark to him to which he replied, at the same time reflecting within himself that Weirmarsh was quite a pleasant acquaintance.
"Excellent Palermo or Taormina send the girl there as soon as ever you can. She seems unstrung, and may get worse; a change will certainly do her good," replied the man whose craft and cunning were unequalled. "I know," he added reflectively, "that Enid dislikes me why, I can never make out." "Instinct, I suppose, Weirmarsh," was the old man's reply.
"At first I hesitated whether to warn you of your peril after Weirmarsh had, with such dastardly cunning, betrayed you to the French police, but well," he added as he looked again into her dear eyes long and earnestly, "I loved you, Enid," he blurted forth. "I told you so! Remember, dear, what you said at Biarritz? And I love you and because of that I resolved to save you!"
Walter stood staring at the speaker. The description was exactly that of Weirmarsh and Enid Orlebar. The doctor often wore an astrachan-trimmed overcoat, while both dress and hat were the same which Enid had worn three months ago!
And as far as my observation goes, I can detect that Sir Hugh has fallen into some trap which has been cunningly prepared for him." Enid gasped and her countenance blanched. "You believe, then, that those consultations I have had with the doctor are at his own instigation?" "Most certainly. Sir Hugh hates Weirmarsh, but, fearing exposure, he must obey the fellow's will."
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