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From Admiral Bartram's he was to proceed to London, where he would be duly united to Magdalen. In order to secure the non-interference of Mrs. Lecount, the captain sent her a forged letter, summoning her at once to the death-bed of her brother at Zurich. But Mrs. Lecount was not so easily disposed of as Captain Wragge had imagined.
Colonel Wragge set the bowl carefully in the centre of the table. "Midnight," he said shortly, glancing at his watch, and we all three moved to our chairs.
Wragge's; we turn our backs on York; and away we drive on a pleasure trip for the day you and I on the front seat, Mrs. Wragge and the hamper behind. Good again. Once on the highroad, what do we do? Drive to the first station beyond York, northward, southward, or eastward, as may be hereafter determined. No lawyer's clerk is waiting for you there. You and Mrs.
When the bag was in her bosom again, she waited a little, with her face hidden in her hands, then deliberately tore up the lines addressed to Captain Wragge. Before the ink was dry, the letter lay in fragments on the floor. "No!" she said, as the last morsel of the torn paper dropped from her hand. "On the way I go there is no turning back." She rose composedly and left the room.
"How does my little proposal look by daylight?" he asked, placing chairs for Magdalen and himself. "Which is it to be: 'Captain Wragge, take charge of me? or, 'Captain Wragge, good-morning?" "You shall hear directly," replied Magdalen. "I have something to say first. I told you, last night, that I had another object in view besides the object of earning my living on the stage "
Mechanically he unlocked his dispatch-box. "By Rec'd from Miss Vanstone," wrote the captain, with a gloomy brow, "Two hundred pounds." "You won't be angry with me?" said Mrs. Wragge, looking timidly at her husband through her tears. "I want a word of comfort, captain. Oh, do tell me, when shall I see her again?" The captain closed the book, and answered in one inexorable word: "Never!"
Wragge's work-room instead of going to your own." "I know I am," said Magdalen. "I wish to remove Mrs. Wragge from the miserable room she is in now, and to take her upstairs with me." "For the evening?" "For the whole fortnight." Captain Wragge followed her into the dining-room, and wisely closed the door before he spoke again.
Let's get the whole party out of this!" he said to Captain Murray, and then rejoined Hardwicke. "Tell me all, quickly!" said Hardwicke. "I am a Queen's officer and shall telegraph to the Home Guards and send for General Wragge. I must report this by cable to the Indian Government. There is justice yet to be done!"
"The tunnel!" cried the doctor, helping to drag him out, red, breathless, and covered with sand and perspiration. "Now, let me lead the way." And he slipped down nimbly into the hole, so that a moment later we heard his voice, muffled by sand and distance, rising up to us. "Hubbard, you come next, and then Colonel Wragge if he wishes," we heard.
It was a bright, exhilarating day; pleasure-boats were sailing on the calm blue water; Aldborough was idling happily afloat and ashore. Mrs. Wragge recovered her spirits in the gayety of the prospect she amused herself like a child, by tossing pebbles into the sea.
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