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"Ye want to know who the lady is?" said Rhoda sharply. "Yes, I do. Can you tell me?" "No; but you'll find out from that cloak. I guess why you're taking it." "You are very sharp, Rhoda," said Lucian, rising, with a good-humoured smile, "and well deserve your local reputation. If I find Mr. Wrent, I may require you to identify him; and Mrs. Bensusan also."
Bensusan and her sharp handmaid in the most exhaustive manner, and did his best to trace out the mysterious Wrent who had so much to do with the matter. He even called on Dr. Jorce at Hampstead, to satisfy himself as to the actual time of Ferruci's arrival in that neighbourhood on Christmas Eve.
"And the man's shadow was the Count's?" questioned Lydia. "I think so. He bought the cloak for the woman, visited the man Wrent at Jersey Street, and was seen by the servant in the back yard. He did not act thus without some object, Mrs. Vrain, you may be sure of that." "Sakes!" said Lydia, with a weary sigh. "I ain't sure of anything save that my head is buzzing like a sawmill.
He told me a lie, for he never came in again to see Mr. Wrent." "But already the dark man had seen the lady?" "Yes. He came in with her at seven, and went away at half-past." Lucian mechanically stooped down and picked up the fur cloak. He was puzzled by the information given by Rhoda, and did not exactly see what use to make of it.
If I knew why she hates Wrent, I'd be much more satisfied with her information. And who the deuce is Wrent?" Lucian had occasion to ask himself this question many times before he found its answer, and that was not until afterwards. At the present moment he dismissed it from his mind as unprofitable.
Clear told you that she corresponded with Mark Wrent, I mean in the agony column of the Daily Telegraph. "By means of a cypher? Yes, I know that, but she hasn't received any answer yet." "Of course not," replied Lydia, with triumph, "because Wrent that's Mark, you know is in the asylum, and can't answer her." "This is all nonsense!" broke in Lucian, impatient of this cobweb spinning.
"I'll be able to do that, but missus hasn't her eyes much." "Hasn't her eyes?" repeated Denzil, with a glance at Mrs. Bensusan's staring orbs. "Lawks, sir, I'm shortsighted, though I never lets on. Rhoda, 'ow can you 'ave let on to the gentleman as I'm deficient? As to knowing Mr. Wrent, I'd do so well enough," said Mrs.
Still," added Lucian, reflectively, "I do not believe that Lydia is so guilty as Wrent. That scoundrel seems to be at the bottom of the affair. Ferruci and he contrived and carried out the whole thing between them, and a precious pair of villains they are." "Will Wrent be arrested?" "If he can be found; but I fancy the scoundrel has made himself scarce out of fright.
She visited at Jersey Street, and saw Wrent, and as Vrain was then with her in the character of her husband, she'll be able to tell us if they are two men or one person." "You are right, Link. I never thought of that." "He! he! Then I can still teach you something," replied Link, in high good humour at having for once scored off the too clever barrister, and forthwith went off to see Mrs. Clear.
Clear, and for Lydia Vrain. Ferruci, luckily for himself and his family, has escaped the law by his own act. It was the wisest thing the scoundrel could do to kill himself and avoid dishonour. I must admit the man had pluck." "It is terrible! terrible! What will be the end of it?" "Imprisonment for the lot, I expect, unless they can prove that Wrent murdered Clear; then they will hang him.
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