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I need hardly say that I consider myself bound to preserve the strictest silence as to what I have read. An envelope, containing some blank sheets of paper, was put back in the boy's waistcoat, so that he might feel it in its place under the lining, when he woke. I have done my best to discover Mr. Bernard Winterfield. He appears not to live in London.
Winterfield had not mentioned your address. My only excuse for this forgetfulness is, that I was very much distressed while I was writing by her bedside. I at once went back to the lodgings, but she had fallen asleep, and I dared not disturb her. This morning, when I returned to the house, she was dead.
'If she becomes my wife, Mrs Winterfield will be quite at liberty to leave her money elsewhere. There were old causes of dislike between Mr Belton and Mrs Winterfield, and even now Mrs Winterfield was almost offended because Mr Belton was staying at Belton Castle. 'But all that is quite uncertain, continued Mr Amedroz. 'And I have your leave to speak to Clara myself?
Her eyes softened, her voice sank low she became quite unlike the Mrs. Eyrecourt whom I knew. "In a few months more, Winterfield," she said, "my poor Stella will be a mother. My letter calls Romayne back to his wife and his child." Mrs. Eyrecourt paused, evidently expecting me to offer an opinion of some sort. For the moment I was really unable to speak.
He found the money to have you watched at home and abroad; he put the false announcement of my death in the daily newspapers, to complete your delusion; he baffled the inquiries made through your lawyers to obtain positive proof of my death. Winterfield on your way from the altar to the wedding breakfast. I own it, to my shame. I triumphed in the mischief I had done.
"My object," he went on, "was merely to be reasonably sure that I was speaking to the right person, in speaking to you. I may now tell you that I have no personal interest in trying to discover Mr. Winterfield; I only act as the representative of an old friend of mine. He is the proprietor of a private asylum at Sandsworth a man whose integrity is beyond dispute, or he would not be my friend.
I condemn no man unheard least of all, a man whom I have had the honor of receiving under my own roof." He spoke with a certain simple dignity. With equal dignity, Father Benwell answered. It is needless to say that he now knew Winterfield's correspondent to be Romayne's wife. "Let me sincerely thank you, Mr. Winterfield, for a candor which does honor to us both," he said.
If he showed any anxiety to produce the envelope, he might expose himself to the suspicion of having some knowledge of the contents. When would Winterfield notice the side table, and open his letters? The tick-tick of the clock on the mantel-piece steadily registered the progress of time, and Winterfield's fantastic attentions were still lavished on his dog.
In the meanwhile, Sir John took his time to consider, and discovered that he had never heard of a person named Winterfield. Having acknowledged his ignorance, in his own eloquent language, he drifted away to the window-box in the next room, and gravely contemplated Mrs. Eyrecourt, with her nose buried in flowers. The doctor turned to me.
With those words, he dispatched the telegram to the office. Romayne attempted to make his acknowledgments. Mr. Winterfield would hear no acknowledgments. "My dear sir," he said, with a smile that brightened his whole face, "you are engaged in writing a great historical work; and I am an obscure country gentleman, who is lucky enough to associate himself with the production of a new book.
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