Part 58 (2/2)

”Mr. Delamayn knows every thing.”

Blanche held mechanically by her uncle's arm, and looked at the sleeping man as if her eyes could never see enough of him.

”You saw me in the library in private consultation with Mr. Delamayn,”

resumed Sir Patrick. ”I have to acknowledge, my dear, that you were quite right in thinking this a suspicious circ.u.mstance, And I am now to justify myself for having purposely kept you in the dark up to the present time.”

With those introductory words, he briefly reverted to the earlier occurrences of the day, and then added, by way of commentary, a statement of the conclusions which events had suggested to his own mind.

The events, it may be remembered, were three in number. First, Geoffrey's private conference with Sir Patrick on the subject of Irregular Marriages in Scotland. Secondly, Anne Silvester's appearance at Windygates. Thirdly, Anne's flight.

The conclusions which had thereupon suggested themselves to Sir Patrick's mind were six in number.

First, that a connection of some sort might possibly exist between Geoffrey's acknowledged difficulty about his friend, and Miss Silvester's presumed difficulty about herself. Secondly, that Geoffrey had really put to Sir Patrick--not his own case--but the case of a friend. Thirdly, that Geoffrey had some interest (of no harmless kind) in establis.h.i.+ng the fact of his friend's marriage. Fourthly, that Anne's anxiety (as described by Blanche) to hear the names of the gentlemen who were staying at Windygates, pointed, in all probability, to Geoffrey.

Fifthly, that this last inference disturbed the second conclusion, and reopened the doubt whether Geoffrey had not been stating his own case, after all, under pretense of stating the case of a friend. Sixthly, that the one way of obtaining any enlightenment on this point, and on all the other points involved in mystery, was to go to Craig Fernie, and consult Mrs. Inchbare's experience during the period of Anne's residence at the inn. Sir Patrick's apology for keeping all this a secret from his niece followed. He had shrunk from agitating her on the subject until he could be sure of proving his conclusions to be true. The proof had been obtained; and he was now, therefore, ready to open his mind to Blanche without reserve.

”So much, my dear,” proceeded Sir Patrick, ”for those necessary explanations which are also the necessary nuisances of human intercourse. You now know as much as I did when I arrived at Craig Fernie--and you are, therefore, in a position to appreciate the value of my discoveries at the inn. Do you understand every thing, so far?”

”Perfectly!”

”Very good. I drove up to the inn; and--behold me closeted with Mrs.

Inchbare in her own private parlor! (My reputation may or may not suffer, but Mrs. Inchbare's bones are above suspicion!) It was a long business, Blanche. A more sour-tempered, cunning, and distrustful witness I never examined in all my experience at the Bar. She would have upset the temper of any mortal man but a lawyer. We have such wonderful tempers in our profession; and we can be so aggravating when we like! In short, my dear, Mrs. Inchbare was a she-cat, and I was a he-cat--and I clawed the truth out of her at last. The result was well worth arriving at, as you shall see. Mr. Delamayn had described to me certain remarkable circ.u.mstances as taking place between a lady and a gentleman at an inn: the object of the parties being to pa.s.s themselves off at the time as man and wife. Every one of those circ.u.mstances, Blanche, occurred at Craig Fernie, between a lady and a gentleman, on the day when Miss Silvester disappeared from this house And--wait!--being pressed for her name, after the gentleman had left her behind him at the inn, the name the lady gave was, 'Mrs. Silvester.' What do you think of that?”

”Think! I'm bewildered--I can't realize it.”

”It's a startling discovery, my dear child--there is no denying that.

Shall I wait a little, and let you recover yourself?”

”No! no! Go on! The gentleman, uncle? The gentleman who was with Anne?

Who is he? Not Mr. Delamayn?”

”Not Mr. Delamayn,” said Sir Patrick. ”If I have proved nothing else, I have proved that.”

”What need was there to prove it? Mr. Delamayn went to London on the day of the lawn-party. And Arnold--”

”And Arnold went with him as far as the second station from this. Quite true! But how was I to know what Mr. Delamayn might have done after Arnold had left him? I could only make sure that he had not gone back privately to the inn, by getting the proof from Mrs. Inchbare.”

”How did you get it?”

”I asked her to describe the gentleman who was with Miss Silvester.

Mrs. Inchbare's description (vague as you will presently find it to be) completely exonerates that man,” said Sir Patrick, pointing to Geoffrey still asleep in his chair. ”_He_ is not the person who pa.s.sed Miss Silvester off as his wife at Craig Fernie. He spoke the truth when he described the case to me as the case of a friend.”

”But who is the friend?” persisted Blanche. ”That's what I want to know.”

”That's what I want to know, too.”

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