Part 42 (2/2)

”'Twas Count Lukstein's turn to compel me,” I went on, recovering from a momentary hesitation. I had indeed nearly blurted out the truth about his final thrust. ”And when you came back into the room, you pa.s.sed within a foot of the dead body of your husband, and of myself, who was kneeling----”

She flung herself back, interrupting me with a shuddering cry. She covered her face with her hands, and swayed to and fro upon the stool, as though she would fall.

”Madame!” I exclaimed. ”For G.o.d's sake! For if you swoon, alas! I cannot help you.”

She recovered herself in a moment, and taking her hands from before her face, looked at me with a strangely softened expression. She rose from her seat, and took a step or two thoughtfully towards the door.

Then she stopped and turned to me.

”Lady Tracy, you say, had nothing to do with this quarrel, and yet her likeness was in the miniature case.”

I had no doubt in my own mind as to how it came there. 'Twas the case which Lady Tracy had given to Count Lukstein, and doubtless she had subst.i.tuted her portrait for that of Julian. But this I could not tell to the Countess.

”'Twas a mistake of my friend,” said I. ”He gave me the case as a warrant and proof, which I might show to Count Lukstein, that I came on his part, telling me his portrait was within it. But 'twas on the night before he was executed, and his thoughts may well have gone astray.”

”But since the case was locked, and you had not the key, who was to open it?”

”Count Lukstein,” I replied, being thrown for a moment off my guard.

”Count Lukstein?” she asked, coming back to me. ”Then he possessed the key. You fought for your friend, Sir Julian Harnwood. Lady Tracy was betrothed to Sir Julian. The case was given to you as a warrant of the cause in which you came. It contained Lady Tracy's likeness, and Count Lukstein held the key.”

She spoke with great slowness and deliberation, adding sentence to sentence as links in a chain of testimony. I heard her with a great fear, perceiving how near she was to the truth. There was, however, one link missing to make the chain complete. She did not know that Lady Tracy had owned the case and had given it to Count Lukstein, and of that fact I was determined she should still remain ignorant.

”My husband loved me,” she said quickly, with a curious challenge in her voice.

”I believe most sincerely that he did,” I answered with vehemence. I was able to say so honestly, for I remembered how his face and tone had softened when he made mention of his wife.

”Then tell me the cause of this quarrel that induced you to break into this house at midnight, and, on a friend's behalf, force a stranger to fight you without even a witness?”

There was a return of suspicion in her tone, and she came back into the moonlight. The temptation to speak out grew upon me as I watched her. I longed to a.s.sure her that I was bound to no other woman, but pledged heart and soul to her, and the fear that if I kept silent she would once more set this duel down to some rivalry in intrigue, urged me well-nigh out of all restraint. Why should I be so careful of the reputation of Count Lukstein? 'Twas an unworthy thought, and one that promised to mislead me; for after all, 'twas not his good or ill repute that I had to consider, but rather whether Ilga held his memory in such esteem and respect that my disclosures would inflict great misery upon her and a lasting distress. This postulate I could hardly bring myself to question. Had I not, indeed, ample surety in the care and perseverance wherewith she had sought to avenge his death?

However, being hard pressed by my inclinations, I determined to test that point conclusively if by any means I might.

”Madame,” I said, ”last night, as I lay in my bed, bethinking me of the morrow, and wondering what it held in store for me, I heard the sound of a woman weeping. It rose from the little room beneath me; from the room wherein I fought Count Lukstein. 'Twas the most desolate sound that ever my ears have hearkened to--a woman weeping alone in the black of the night. I stole down the staircase and opened the door. I saw that the woman who wept was yourself.”

”'Twas for my husband,” she interposed, very sharp and quick, and my heart sank.

Yet her words seemed to quicken my desire to reveal the truth. They woke in me a strange and morbid jealousy of the man. I longed to cry out: ”He was a coward; false to you, false to his friend, false to me.”

”And in London?” I asked, temporising again. ”The morning I came to you unannounced. You were at the spinnet.”

”'Twas for my husband,” she repeated, with a certain stubbornness.

”But we will keep to the question we have in hand, if you please--the cause of your dispute with Count Lukstein.”

”I will not tell you it.”

I spoke with no great firmness, and on that account most like I helped to confirm her reawakened suspicions.

”Will not?” says she, her voice cold and sneering. ”They are brave words though unbravely spoken. You forget I have the advantage and can compel you.”

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