Part 41 (1/2)
”I fear nothing while I have my revolver in my pocket,” I answered, as coolly as I could. ”Both of us are ready and anxious to carry out any plan you may form.”
”But of what character is the plan?” asked the vicar, with natural caution.
”It's Friday to-day,” she observed, disregarding his question. ”Tell me when Aline will next visit you.”
”On Sunday. She has written to-day saying that she will attend the service on Sunday evening.”
”You will preach?” she asked.
”I don't know,” he answered evasively. ”I may be away.”
”You mean that by that time you may have resigned and left the Church,”
I said quickly. ”No, Jack. Don't think of such a thing. Muriel know?
more than she has told us, and if she will a.s.sist us, I have no doubt that the mystery will be cleared up, and the guilty brought to punishment.”
”Do you wish me to preach on Sunday?” Yelverton asked of my beloved.
”Certainly,” was her response. ”But, tell me--she never remains after the evening service, does she?”
”No, never,” he replied. ”By the time I'm out of the vestry she has always departed. It seems as though her quick, impetuous nature will not allow her to await me.”
”Then preach on Sunday night, and leave the remainder to me,” she said.
”You appear to know all her movements,” Yelverton observed. ”Where does she go usually after church?”
”Her destination is always the same--a secret one. But remain patient,”
she added, a strange look in her dark eyes, as though she were intent upon a fierce and terrible revenge. ”You are her lover, and have discovered, as others have done, that she is possessed of a spirit of evil that holds you appalled in wonder. Her actions are truly astounding, yet the truth, when revealed, will be more startling and more bewildering than any of the strange things which have already happened.”
”And you promise to explain everything?” I asked in breathless eagerness.
”No. I cannot promise that. I will furnish you with the necessary clue to the solution of the mystery, but even I myself know not all the facts.”
Both of us tried to obtain from her some further information regarding Aline, but without avail. She remained absolutely mute, likewise refusing to reveal the ident.i.ty of her would-be a.s.sa.s.sin. That she had met him face to face upon the stairs she admitted, but in response to my inquiries declared that the time was not yet ripe for the denunciation, and urged us to remain in patience.
This we did until at last Sunday night came. At about half-past six I accompanied my beloved in a cab to a small and very dismal little street in the immediate vicinity of St Peter's, one of those mean, drab thoroughfares which abound in South London; and when at length the service concluded, we stood together in the gloom waiting for Aline's striking figure to emerge among the congregation.
At last she came, dressed neatly in black, her fair hair well coiled beneath a neat black toque, and in her hand her tiny prayer-book, with the ivory cross upon the cover. She walked straight in our direction without, of course, dreaming of our presence, but outside the smoke-blackened railings of the churchyard she paused for a moment beneath the street-lamp to glance at the little jewelled watch pinned upon her breast. Her lover's sermon had been a trifle longer than usual, therefore, on noting the time, she at once hurried away along the narrow little street towards the Walworth Road, in order, apparently, to keep some mysterious appointment.
”Come!” Muriel said. ”Let us follow her!” And together we walked on, eagerly keeping her well in sight in the crowd of dispersing wors.h.i.+ppers.
My heart beat wildly in those moments, for I knew we were upon the verge of some extraordinary discovery, the nature of which my beloved had predicted would be stranger than we had dreamed.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
IN THE SHADOW.
Ere we had gained the Walworth Road, Yelverton, so breathless in his haste that he could scarce gasp ”Good night” to the small crowd who saluted him as he pa.s.sed, overtook us.
”Where is she?” he inquired.