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Bill as the short for William. No, it wasn't that, although it does suggest an account. Quarterday? No. But it had something to do with quarter-days. Rent!" finished Miss Greeb triumphantly. "Rent, with a 'W' before it." "W-r-e-n-t!" spelled Lucian. "Yes. Wrent! Mr. Wrent. A strange name, Mr. Denzil a kind of charade, as I may say. He was with Mrs.
"There is a limit even to paternal affection, Diana. And putting aside the wickedness of the whole conspiracy, I cannot pardon a man who deliberately put a weapon in the way of a man almost insane with drink, in order that he might kill himself. The idea was diabolically wicked, my dear, and I think that Jabez Clyne, alias Wrent, quite deserves the long imprisonment he received."
Denzil, I wish to overhear what he says to Mrs. Clear. It is as well to give him enough rope to hang himself with." "Can you trust Mrs. Clear?" "Absolutely. She knows on which side her bread is buttered. Her only chance of getting free from her share of the matter is to turn Queen's evidence, and she intends to do so." "What did she say about Vrain being Wrent?"
A. Yes, sir. He came back two days before Christmas. Q. Where had he been? A. I don't know; he did not say. Q. Did he have any visitors? A. He did. A tall, dark man and a lady. Q. What was the lady like? A. A little woman; I never saw her face, as she always kept her veil down. Q. What kind of a veil did she wear? A. A black gauze veil with velvet spots. Q. Did she come often to see Mr. Wrent?
In the first place, he did not wish to see Lydia, for whom he had no great love; and in the second, he was afraid to speak to Diana as to the possibility of her father being Wrent.
In the same column of the Daily Telegraph, and in the same cypher, there appeared a message from Wrent that he would meet Mrs. Clear at No. 13 Geneva Square. Link was delighted when Mrs. Clear showed him this, and rubbed his hands with much pleasure.
Clear, also?" questioned Lucian, wishing to be enlightened on all points. "No. She'll come in by the back, down the cellarway, as Wrent expects her to come. Then he'll follow in the same path and walk right into the trap." "But won't the two be seen climbing over that fence in the daytime?" asked the barrister doubtfully. "Who said anything about the daytime, Mr. Denzil?
"We will rush out should he prove dangerous. Get over by the window, so that we can see a little of you and Wrent when you talk." "No! no! Don't leave the door open! He'll see you!" "He won't, Mrs. Clear. We'll keep back in the darkness. If he shows a light, we'll rush him before he can use a weapon or clear out. Get back to the window!" "I hope I'll get through with this all right," said Mrs.
Bensusan were asleep to murder Vrain, between the hours of eleven and twelve on the same night. This was all plain enough, but Lucian was puzzled by the account of Mr. Wrent.
"Rhoda! Wrent! What strange names you talk of!" cried Ferruci vivaciously. "No stranger than that of your friend Jorce." Ferruci laughed. "Oh, he is altogether most strange. You see." It was as the Italian said. Dr. Jorce who was waiting for them in the Count's room proved to be a small, dried-up atom of a man, who looked as though all the colour had been bleached out of him.
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