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Was It a Mystery? "I should like to see Mr. Wildred and Mr. Farnham," I said, not feeling it necessary to ask if they were at home. I knew that they had definitely arranged to be so. I glanced round me carelessly as I spoke.
I had not counted upon the chance that Wildred would be permitted to hurry on the wedding during my absence, and now I felt as though a chasm had suddenly yawned under my feet. Karine was Carson Wildred's wife! "What are we to do?" questioned her brother dully. "We can't leave her with him, you know." Leave her with him!
He had glanced from me to Farnham, and something in his look told me that, for a reason to me unfathomable, he was displeased at seeing us together. At the end of the act we went out for a smoke and a breath of fresh air, and as we were returning we met Wildred near the stairway which, at the St. James's, leads to the boxes on one side of the house.
All the four fingers were missing, having been cut off between the second joint and knuckles. Harvey Farnham had worn the ring given to Karine Cunningham by Wildred on the little finger of the left hand; and in the light of this discovery my dream of Christmas Eve came back to me as a prophetic vision. Information Laid by Carson Wildred
When questioned on the subject of the ring, he said that he had given it to his friend, Mr. Wildred, at parting, and jokingly added that he had experienced great difficulty in getting it off. In these circumstances, as there could be no further doubt of Mr. Farnham's living presence in New York, no possible shadow of suspicion need any longer rest upon Mr.
An excuse was made to bring her and Lady Tressidy there something about a portrait of Karine that was in a queer room called the 'studio' and while Wildred was showing Lady Tressidy over the house I saw my sister, and had a talk with her. She felt grateful to Wildred for bringing it about, and fool that I was, I didn't suspect the deep game he meant to play with her, using me as the decoy.
"I don't sport a false nose, or I should have procured myself a more desirable one, and my teeth" with a disagreeable grin "are my own. Have I convinced you that I have not tampered with Nature's handiwork, such as it is?" "You might have waited, Mr. Wildred," I returned, "until I had accused you of doing so before trying to prove the contrary.
Then he and Tortorelli gave an entertainment together, somehow securing several royalties, to say nothing of Paderewski and La Belle Otero, and one or two other celebrities, who must each have cost him anywhere from a thousand to two thousand pounds for the one night. "After that, Wildred was made, of course, for the affair was a brilliant success.
He was the one apostrophised as "that devil" by the death-stricken wretch; and though he had had a high, aquiline nose, red hair, and bristling auburn brows that met across his forehead, the eyes had been those of Carson Wildred. They were eyes not easy to forget, especially as they blazed defiance into those of the men who sprang forward to lay hands upon him.
Some dim awakening thought, scarcely clear to my own consciousness, stirred in my mind at her strange announcement. I could not resist further questioning. "Did Mr. Wildred tell you that the ring was an heirloom in his family?" "Yes. There is a romance attached to it." She sighed faintly, as though at the death of romance in her own young life. Then, more quickly "Why, Mr. Stanton?
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