Part 6 (1/2)
”Who is it that is forcing your hand?”
She winced at the question, as if it were a lancet thrust. ”You frighten me, Christabel, and mystify me.”
”No, no. It is only that you are trying to mystify me, and are frightened lest I should guess your secret. Let us be fair to one another. I have an object here which you cannot guess and I shall not tell you. You have an object which I can see plainly. You have been brought here to involve Count Karl in a way which threatens him with ruin, and you have fallen in love with him--or think you have. You are now anxious to please your employer and also secure the man you love from the ruin which threatens him. He has asked you to marry him; and a crisis has arisen which you have neither the nerve to face nor the wit to solve.”
”_Nom de Dieu_, how you read things!” she exclaimed under her breath, her eyes dilated with wonder and fear.
”But for my presence you would marry him; and trust to Fate to avoid the discovery being made that M. Constans is still alive. To yourself you would justify this by the pretence that if you were once the Count's wife you could check instead of encourage his opium habit and so save him. Who then is it with the power to drive you into this reckless crime?”
She was too astounded to reply at once, but sat staring at me open mouthed. Suddenly she changed, and her look grew fierce and tense.
”Who are you, and what is your motive in forcing yourself upon me here?”
”I depend on my wits to make a way for me in the world, Madame; and I take care to keep them in good condition. But I am not forcing myself upon you. I am ready to go at this moment--if you prefer that--and if you think it safer to have me against you.”
”_Mon Dieu_, I believe I am really afraid of you.”
”Of me, no. Of the knowledge I have, yes. And you will do well to give that fear due weight. You have been already induced to make one very foolish move. To receive stolen jewels is a crime, even when the thief is----”
”How dare you say that!”
”You forget. The day I came first to you you had occasion to go to the secret drawer in the old bureau in your boudoir, and I saw them there.
You are a very poor player, Madame, in such a game as this.”
The colour left her cheeks, and hate as well as fear was in her eyes as she stared helplessly at me.
”It is all your imagination,” she said, weakly.
I smiled.
”It can remain that--if you wish. It is for you to decide.”
”What do you mean?”
”You had better trust me. You can begin by telling me what and whose is this evil influence behind you?”
A servant interrupted us at that moment.
”His Excellency Count Gustav is asking for you, Madame.”
She gave a quick start, and flashed a look at me.
”I will go to him,” she answered.
I had another intuition then. I smiled and rose.
”So that is the answer to my question. You may wish to consult him, Madame. I will see you afterwards; and will use the interval to have my trunks packed in readiness to leave the house should he deem it best.”