Part 37 (1/2)

”A gentleman wishes to speak with Sir Allan Beaumerville,” he announced.

Sir Philip Roden rose to his feet, and pointed to the door.

”The gentleman must wait, Nillson,” he answered. ”Leave the room now, and see that we are not interrupted until I ring the bell.”

The servant bowed and withdrew, after a wondering glance at the faces of the little party. Sir Philip Roden left his seat and, crossing the room, locked the door.

”Sir Allan Beaumerville,” he said quietly, ”there can be only one course to take with regard to the painful disclosures which you have laid before us to-night. If you have anything to add, please let us hear it quickly.”

Sir Allan continued at once.

”I went back to my son's cottage. I washed my hands in his room, and the towel I concealed in his cabinet. Just as I was leaving he entered. What pa.s.sed between us I need not mention. I took up my botanizing case and hurried away along the cliffs, and afterward was met by Mr. Thurwell's servant, with whom I returned once more to look upon my work. Then came the time when suspicion commenced to fall upon my son. I implored him to leave the country. He refused. At last he was arrested. For the father whom he can only despise he has been willing to die. To-night I had made up my mind to leave a confession of my guilt and fly. My plans are changed. Only a few hours ago I looked into the face of one whom I had never thought to see again in this world. Her advice I am now following. To her care I entrusted my confession, and to your ears I have detailed it. My story is done, gentlemen. Sir Philip Roden, I place myself in your hands.”

His last words had been almost drowned by a clamorous knocking at the closed door. When he had ceased, Sir Philip Roden rose and opened it.

Two men entered at once, followed by Mr. Benjamin Levy. The men recognized Sir Philip, and saluted.

”What is your business?” he asked.

”We hold a warrant for the arrest of Sir Allan Beaumerville, sir,” was the respectful answer, ”granted on the sworn information of Mr. Benjamin Levy there, by Mr. Pulsford, half an hour ago. Which is he, sir?”

Sir Philip pointed to where his late host was standing a little away from the others, his hand resting on the carved k.n.o.b of his high-backed chair, and his eyes fixed wildly upon them. The man advanced to him at once.

”You are my prisoner, Sir Allan Beaumerville,” he said quietly. ”I hold a warrant here for your arrest on the charge of having murdered Sir Geoffrey Kynaston on the 12th of August of last year.”

Those who were watching Sir Allan's face closely saw only a slight change. Its deep pallor grew only a shade more livid, and there was a faint twitching of the features. Then with an awful light flas.h.i.+ng into his burning eyes, and a cry which rang through the whole building, he threw up his arms and fell like a log across the hearth rug. Every one sprang up and crowded round him, but the physician pushed his way through the group and fell on his knees. He was up again in a moment, looking very pale and awed.

”Keep back, gentlemen; keep back, please,” he said in a low tone. ”Never mind about the brandy, Sir Philip. Every one had better go away. These people from Scotland Yard need not wait. Sir Allan will answer for his crime at a higher court than ours.”

And so it indeed was. Tragical justice had herself added the last and final scene to the drama. Sir Allan Beaumerville's lips were closed for ever in this world.

CHAPTER XLI

INNOCENT

An hour or two before the _denouement_ of Sir Allan Beaumerville's supper party, his brougham had driven up to Mr. Thurwell's town house, and had set down a lady there. She had rung the bell and inquired for Miss Thurwell.

The footman who answered the door looked dubious.

”Miss Thurwell was in, certainly, but she was unwell and saw no visitors, and it was late. Could he take her name?”

The lady handed him a note.

”If you will take this to Miss Thurwell, and tell her that I am waiting, I think that she will see me,” she said quietly.

The man took it, and, somewhat impressed by the bearing and manner of speech of the unknown lady, he showed her into the morning-room, and ringing for Miss Thurwell's maid, handed her the note and awaited the decision. It was speedily given. The lady was to be shown to her room at once.

The agonizing suspense in which Helen had been living for the last few days had laid a heavy hand upon her. Her cheeks were thin, and had been woefully pale until the sudden excitement of this visit had called up a faint hectic flush which had no kindred with the color of health. Her form, too, seemed to have shrunken, and the loose tea-gown which she wore enhanced the fragility of her appearance. She had been sitting in a low chair before the fire, with her head buried in her hands, but when her visitor was announced she was standing up with her dry, bright eyes eagerly fixed upon the woman who stood on the threshold. The door was closed, and they looked at one another for a moment in silence.