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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1913-12-19, Page 2Her Great Love; Or, A Struggle For a Heart CHAPTER XXX.—(Continued). I.h the loft my coat at the -club, kLnA,' said Gaunt. "Yee, my lord; I will send for it," said Wilkins, .promptly. But Gaunt shook his head. "Never mini," he said. "I will pick it up as I drive to the station to -morrow." Ae he spoke he handed his hat to the man. and Wilkins, taking it, saw the streak of blood en Gaunt's wrist. Have you cut your hand, my lord?" he asked, He had known Gaunt ever since he wee a boy. Gaunt glanced at the stained wrist- band. Eh? Oh. ah, yes. I think I have. to, no; it is nothing. No, I won't have any- thing, thanks, Wilkins. I will go straight up; I am tired. You will haus me called at half -past six, please," Re went up to his room, not a large but an extremely comfortable one—for Mor- 1et'e Hotel was the perfection of comfort in all respects—and locking the door, flung himself into a chair Weide the fire. Yes, his life was ended. Remorse and love tore his heart like a couple of vul- tures. That he who loved her so dearly, so truly. should have temptedher to her ruin! Hie sweet, innocent girl -love, his pure white angel! And he should never eee her again! The thought affected him ne at that moment its parallel was ef- fecting Declma. He could have borne the n rting—the eternal Harting—better if he had not known that she returned his love; but to know that she loved him—actually loved him—and to have to leave her for- ever, was a torture that nearly drove him mad. Incredible as it may seem, he had not yet thought of hie wife. Thera was only room for Decline in his mind and heart. As to what Laura would do, he was per- fectly indifferent, when he did force him- self to think of her. That she would carry out her threat, claim her right as hie wife, and draghis name in the mire, was quite possibe, and more probable. But what did it matter? Nothing she could do could affect him. In a few hours he would have left England. It was very certain that he would never return. She might do just what she pleased. He wou:d give her, surrender to her all she claimed —excepting himself. Hie rank, hie wealth, the position due to her as his wife, she might lave—but not himself. Shen tottrshnhe musnmarryMeoThat, he felt. she would not do; but he would de- stroy Mershon's power; he would release the Deanes from the man's clutched. That, at any rate, he could do. He went to the writing -table. and wrote letter to Belford & Lang, the lawyers, It was short and to the point. which Mr ;Peter Dea a is "the amount Mr. Mershon, and any persons connected with the company started by him and Mr. Mershon, and discharge all his liabilities. I •rive you absolute carte blanche in the matter, and request that you will carry et through without a day's delay. It will .have to be done with tact and discretion; and I leave the mode of doing it entirely .o you,-1nsleting only that it shall be done at once.' • He drew a breath of relief as he ad- drese'ed• the' envelope. At least, he could snatch his dearest from Mr. Merslion's clutches. .But alas, eels! that was all could del He could not, heal the hes which he had broken—for that, he had broken it, the memory of her face, of he . eyes ae they rested on him at the women of their parting, convinced him, w1'ought! thatwas had broken her heart, Per haps, after all, it would have been betto if that other woman had not come in, an he and Decima had gond away together together! But he put, the thought away from him. It was a desecration, a sacri- lege. He had been mad with passion, with the intoxication of her presence, her sweet voice, and more than all, her confession After a few minutes he went on deck, and lighting a cigar, got into a quiet cor- ner and leaned against the side, apparent- ly watching the hustling crowd, but in reality seeing nothing of it. A girl's face, white and terror•strieken, with quivering ifloatedbefore lips and strainingeyes, him. Above the sos f the men and the clatter of the arriving passengers, he heard Decima's voice: "Your wife! your wife!" About half an hour before the sailing - time, Gaunt saw a man come along the gang -way carrying a bag in his hand. Ile was a young man, with red hair and a Dale face, with email, bloodshot eyee. The collar of his overcoat was turned up,. and he looked cold and .il'. He came aerate the deck and paused by Gaunt, and looked round. Gaunt Ivatoh- ed him listlessly, scarcely noticing him. Presently the steward came to him, and asked hire the number of his berth. The young fellow hesitated a moment, then lie said, in a dull, expressionless voice I don't know it, yet. My name is Jack- son; I wired for a berth this morning." The steward consulted his list. Ah, yes; Jackson. That's rights sir. I got the wire, I'm afraid you wont think the cabin first-rate; but it was short no- tice, you see." e Mr. Jackson nodded. "I didn't knew I was going till fast night," he said. "Important business over there—sprung on me suddenly." The steward nodded. A great many,per- sons had, of late, had important business sprune upon them from Africa, and had been compelled to rash over there sudden- ly and at short notice. "No. 63. sir," he said; "if you'll comp down, I'll show you." "Thanks," said Mr. Jackson. "When— when do we start?" "Almost immediately, sir," said the steward, bustling ahead. The young fellow glareed toward the quay and round the det�k, then fol' -owed him below. The bustle and confusion increased, then suddenly the signal sounded for the de- parture from the vessel of those who were not going the voyage, and the usual part- ing of relatives and friends took place, and the visitors hurried ashore. A few minutes later the vessel started, and, amid cheering and handkerchief -waving, slowed from the 'quay. Gaunt still re- mained in his quiet corner, and preceent- iv he saw the red-headed Mr. ,7aekson come up from the saloon. He etood at the entrance for a moment or two, then came across the deck and looked gloomily, and ret vacantly. at the now fast -receding quay. As he did' -so, he took out a cigar' - case, and absently put a cigar between his lips. It was evident that his match -box W116 empty. for he dropped it into his pocket again and looked round. Gaunt, was standing near, and silently extended hie box. Mr. Jackson took it and lighted a match. and Gaunt noticed that the man's hand shook. He looked across the lighted match as he held it to his cigar, and caught Gaune's eye; and as if he knew that Gaunt had noticed the. shaking hand, he said, rather reluctantly: Cold, this morning." .a Gaunt nodded. He was not in'the humor for conversation. "Beastly cold," said Mr. Jackson, with ho a faint shudder; "but I'm seedy—and— rt and feel, it more than I should otherwise, do I suppose." r 1 He was silent for a moment, thea he t Iasked, carelessly: "Iso we stop at Madeira., do you happen ad1 to know? I've had to start suddenly—im- portant business at the Cape—only heard r last night—and so I don't know." d I "No; this is not one of the regular ves- sels. We stop at the Canaries," The young fellow nodded. "Al!, thanks!" ho said in a low voice. Gaunt moved away, and presently went down to hie cabin to avoid any further talk. His heart -was aching as badly as He paced up and down the room unt' dawn, then he packed the Bingle bag h had with him—the rest of hie luggage wa already on board—and flinging himself o the bed, tried to sleep. But, like Maobeth e had murdered sleep; and he was stil awake when the maid knocked at th any on board—aching with an agony be - i1 ' *'ond words. He was leaving England and s hope in life veDespair stretcLove, ed d and all n be- fore slim. t About en hour after Trevor had stolen e, fr• ,'- Tho sight of his face in the glass start- led him; he was shaking like a man suf- fering from the effects of a drinking bout. But the cold batat pulled him together somewhat, and he made a preteneo of eating the admirably cooked breakfast. Then he got into a cab and was driven to Charing Cross. 'Waterloo was his sta- tion for Southampton; but he had not in- tended taking Decima to Africa. He was known at Cape Town, was known to the omcere of the vessel—the - 'Pevensey Castle" ---in which he had bucked Ifs pass- age; so he had fixed on ligypt as their vlace of refuge. The clock struck eight as he drove into the station -yard. He told the ¢ahman to wait, and then looked for her—though he knew that sho would not come. She had not come. With a sigh and a twitch of the set lips, he got into the cab again, and was driven to Waterloo. He 'teas just in time to catch the train. At Southampton one of the Castle's" officials met him and conducted him to the iiessel, "Your luggage and cases are on board, my lord," he said. Is this all you lave? We start in lees than an hour, or there;,. abouts. " Gaunt went down to his cabin --the best en .the v easel -and found everything ar. xangod comfortably. 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Now, there's a pretty girl, if you lfke, cook, and the image of her brother. We'd had quite a lot of visitors to -night," and she laughed. Perhaps they're in the drawing -room now," said the cook. Jane shook her head. at tithe Idooall juet snow and and hearing any one, I knocked and looked in. There was no ono there. I got a start though," she added, with a smile, ".11ow do you mean?' "Well, hie lordship had thrown his fur coat on the sofa, and it looked for all the world as if somebody was lying there," replied Jane. She yawned again Well I think we'd better go' to bed; it's no neo sitting up for Mr. Deane; I expect he's at Cardigan 'Terrace. and if so, he won't bo home till the email hours." • Xadn ,you? e saidthecook i as sheniturned down the page of 'her novel; bub Jane shook lier head. ways goes doesn't matter. o bed'whenDeane lie comb in—I hear hie door shut." The two and theeplace bed sawrapped tin silence. lt ersons aro, Pott an early riser—few the old who find it easier to get up than br'eakfthinking, y en no'elook she got quite suited and satisfied. Lord Gaunt's sor. vents had an easy time of it in that re• spec,. It was past nine when Jane went into electric drawing -room to 'light the fire.•= The looked over pherasshoulder iaandg'cal1 dsto the cook. amid. "1 vonderswhere Xie is."yet she The cook grumbled incoherently I 'suppose X ]1acl butter get breakfast ready all the same," she said. 'If I denl. he'll come rushing in and want it aII of a hurry. It always happens like that."dee. th Jane laughed, turner out .the'lleiiu , and >awNAflpuo.tuntn't",, As she did so, ,cue of a faint perfume. She :new it very Which e1cubes Lwolfor it was the scentahnYRale,eigeeishadbeto Crdax Terrane. But it was stronger than usual in the room this merning. She opened the window and laid and lighted the fixe, then began to sweep the room; but her eyes fell on the Costly coat on the sofa. "I'd better take it into the bedroom," she said to het'aelf, "or it will be smother- ed with duct, Lore stow carelese gentle. folks are of their things l" A momertt afterward a shriek ran through the place, altd the cook, rttehieg into the rots etheiloe the cry had pro-. coeded, foul her fellow sorvant Jeanine Your Guar The name "SALAD ages is your stronges, best and most fragra of Goodness n the sealed lead pack - guarantee of all that is in tea .. HSTM CHOICEST TEA GROWL ON THE ISLAND OF CEYLON --clan, whole Ieav'es-with the delightful flavor •:f the fresh leaves brought to your t ble by the sealed lead packages. - BLACK. GRiEN OR MIXED against the table with the Boat at ll feet, and her eyes staring at somethil on the sofa. • "Good Heavens, Jane! what ever is t•1 matter?" Then she, too, ecreamed, an the two women stood clinging eo eu other, _and staring at the motionless esti with terror in their eyes. ''Their .,ries, repeated again and: riga; brought the porter and the page into t1 room, followed by two or three oteenp ai: of the other flats. Amongst the la.ttc was a retired army doctor, who, tatting i• the situation at a glance, pushed his eve to the couch and examined the body, • "She is dead." he said, gravely. "Wh are the servants here? Ah, Do YOU 1010 the lady? Who is she?" ' She, half fainting. gasped out; name: It's Mrs. Dalton—lir. Thorpe's eiste She came here last night!" She broke int terrified sobs. "Alone?" asked the doctor. "But, stop better 'not anewer. Let some one go fo tbo gentleman, Mr. Thorpe. Here, bo take a cab and bring him." He the the page -boy from the room, and turner to the porter as he did so. `And you g for the police." In a very short time two tfolicemen war on the scens. Tliey cleared the room mounted guard .beside the body. "We've sent to Scotland Yard- for, ail tective officer," one said to the doctbr,. He arrived before Morgan Thorpe, an at once, with the sang-froid of experience took possession of ' tho case';" and wit note -book in hand, he was questioning -t servants, when Morgan Thorpe buffet in He was white as death, but the emll increased to lividity as he bent, oyer t1' body and gazed at the beautiful face, no placid with the rest and peeve of death. You know her, identify her?" asked th detective. Of course, I warn you tha anything you say—you understand?" 'Yes; sale is—is my sister." said Thorpe, leaning against the table and etarieg ;t the dead woman. My sister; yes!"' "Yon knew she had come here?" horpe nodded. "Why did she cone here? Who did she come to see?" "Deane," replied Thorpe. In that moment falsehood, evasion were ire mesible. Deane—who is he?" ' He lives here—in these rooms," said Thorpe. I thought she was at hoxrc fn her room! I name back late last nig' t —from the club—it 'teas early this.• sofa Inc. Her door was closed. 1 1._tleou she was in bed. I went to my room and and I was in bed when they fetohed me. Who—who has done it? She has been murdered!" I am afraid so," said the detective, grimly. He looked at the Persian dag- a'er which lay on the floor, as it had drop- ped from Trovor's hand. "That did it; don't touch it, please, ho added, though any of those present would have died ra- ther than do so. "Why did sale Como hare to see Mr. Deane—a lady—alone—you know?" Thorpe moistened his parched lips. "For t{oodness sake, give mo eomethin —water! ' er' a 'terrified sob. "He—he hasn't been home r1# all night:" ' "How do you know that?" demanded the.. detective. quietly. lee 'The'girl looked round with a bewildered ee Air. "He hasn't --so far as I lenow," n,1 The detective nodded., His sharp ogee `o had caught the shattered portrait frame s 'where Jane, all unsuspectingly—she >r thought that 'it had been accidentally a knocked off, the mantel-piece—had placed y it on the table, Ho took it up. ' Portraitof the deceased. Whose le it?" "Mr.—Mr, Deane'e, sir," sobbed Jane. "He—he put it on the mantel -shelf the a. other day." ytective The omanll had come eto threaten rl or cajole this Mr. Deane, a quarrel had ensued, the broken portrait, the dagger - -lit it was all quite plain, I "Give me a description of Mr. Deane, r .will you?"- he said. y' , to Thorpe, iBobby,hand he his took ust notes, You can go' into the kitchen," he said ' to the servants, "but don't leave the place, here," It saidut a evident armyhdoctor, who 3 3 stood grave and attentive. "I'll get a warrant for this Mr. Deane." Thorpe overheard, and looked up with rl i a "Dearne—Deaneexpression. <id n t do it," he said sof feebly. "He—he isn't capable of it. Oh, hu tyre did I let her come? It isn't Deane, , But the detective smiled, a superior e - • "mile. His experience had convinced him that, as a rule, there was very little mys- • tery about a murder. It was only in no- vels that there was any doubt as to the e criminal who had committed the deed. He went to the door of the inner room and tried it. "Locked,' he said to ono of the con- t ra.ables. "Go round and see if the key's fuwfda," The man went round and unlocked the door, and the detective paeeed through thei:sharp eyes, suite of mancl s. .re-entered ting ,the draw- ing -room by the passage. "He got off through those rooms," he said to the doctor. "The -•-•the scoundrel!" he gasped in re- aeonee. You you will bo able to get. 'him?" • The, detective smiled confidently. i.. eh, yes; *rime's too recent& for him to 0113 eseal)e, X'li have him under the hue and cry in half an hour." Leaving the policemen in charge, he went book to. Scotland Yard, and in a few minutes a fairly 'accurate description of Bobby' was being flashed over the country. Then the- detective, with other officials, returned to the Mansions two hours later. Morgan Thorpe was still there, seated in a °heir, hie head in his hands and look hog half etupelled. As they entered,. he looked up in a be- wildered fashion. .. 'Have—have you found him?" he do- mauded, hoarsely, - "No," said the detective; "but eve shall have hint preeently, without. a doubt. Ho can't have got far," At this moment the door was flung open, and Bobby and an elderly roan entered in hot haste. Moreau. Thorpe sprang to his feet. "Deane!" he exclaimed. The detective stepped behind Bobby and,, shut the door. "Mr'. Deane, I think?" he said, politely, "I arrest you," •But Bobby had sprung to the a"ofa, and stood, white and shuddering, before the white sheet 'with which they had rever- ently covered the dead •woman. It—it is not true!" he cried. "Oh, it can't --it can't be! 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