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511 n II n (! II n ¡ I i I i II B n Iii III i i IIII II! I: III ¡ II 11 II i II II II 1111111111111111& II III 11111111 HI H III1 œ = = 55 [ALL EIGHTS REsaBT.D. = I FATAL FINGERS I 5 By WILLIAM LE QUEUX, = æ Author of The Money Spider," The Riddle of the Ring," &c. = lUll 111111111111111111 I n 11111111111111: 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111I iË I I CHAPTER XXVII. I FROM OT TilE PAST. I Tli at night Jclm Ambrose sat euent, motionless, and thoughtful at the bedside of his unconscious friend By one of t;i- dogs Don Mario had been found lying- unconscious in the? woods, four kilometres distant. Apparently he had been on his way home, and' had dropped from ex- haustion. lie was without his cassock, a fact v. hieh had given rise to much comment in the village. tie wilt explain it all -when he comes to his senses," they said. The doctor from Acquapenrionto had been summoned, and had sat fcr half an hour in that bare little upstairs re-cm declaring that his patient had evidently suffered some severe shock. Restoratives applied were all to no pur- pose. lie w.ius white a.nd pulseless, his heart calv beating faintly "To what, in your opinion, doctor, is the attack duee Ambrose asked anxiously. "Ali! cir,) signore, I really cannot tell. Perhaps some sudden fright-, perhaps ex- haustion. It can only he cured by complete rest." v Old T"r.-< a remained below, but the hunchback came ai:d went noiselessly, in- quiring from time to time after the health d the pad one, while the Englishman &at anxiously v/ .tching his closest friend. In the long watches of the night John Ambrose sat motionless, watching intently the prostrate, unconse.iotuj man who had been found lying ac,-?ss th. narrow foot- path le?din? through the wood towards Mn.teleonc. "His b?y had been drawn up, as though by pain, his white, bony fingers c!0nch'd into th, palms. Once, oH1 once, r,inc.(' he had been laid unon his :n narrow little iron bedstead ti T ).-)n li t?; iillrro-,v tia-d he shown signs of life—a deep, long- j raw n eigh. Yet his friend watched hy Lira, ever anxious for returning conscious- aess. • 1- 74C d ilic As John Ambrose g::ud around the bare little whitewashed chamber where a small red light burned before the time-blackened, ancient picture cf the Madonna and Child. whereon had boon placed a dead spray of flowers, he could not help his thoughts running back a good many years. The doctor from Aequapendente had ex- pressed a fear that the curate was dying. lie might never recover consciousness, he had declared before he left—promising to return again at dawn. And as John Ambrose sat with his gaze r.pon the thin, pale face just discernible in th. dim light of the c-il lamp,, there arose before- him the of an autumn day long ago, when Eilersdale, his beautiful n'k)f the I i o places in England, had been filled by a gay shooting party, for he usually gave two each pheasant-shooting season. Prime Minister of England, a bachelor, owner of one of the finest estates in the Kingdom, and the trusted friend and adviser of his Sovereign, his rras surely the Iroudest fositioa a r.au could hold. Among his guests were many notable people, as well as his youngest brother, the Honour- able Hollo Lambtou, with his wife and in- f-mt daughter, Irene. Not least arpong those noteworthy guests was Father Mel- liai, the fashionable f,o i r. P. n Catnolic preacher. A man of elegant and command- ing presence, good-looking beyond the aver- age, he was highly popular among the women of smart society, who "Imoll- tile of sz!iar' twho f6ted and Political duties had recalled the host to Downing Street, but he had been absent from his guests only one day when, at even- ing, on stepping from his carriage and entering the great vaulted hall at Ellers- dale, Hiukson, his butler, had handed him a rrete. Opening it, he found a few brief words of farewell from Don Mario, who explained that- he had been suddenly called to London I oy the Cardinal at "Westminster, who wished to see him. I'h..a Ea i-Ino surprise, for Father Mellini s- movements were often erratic, as he laughingly told his other guests over the dinner-table that night. Three nights later—ah how liell he recol- lected that fatdul evening-a strange inci- dent occurred. All the other guests had left the smoking-room and retired, when, as was his habit, 'he had invited his brother llollo into his own den, a small, cosy,, oak- panelled room, for a final cigar before -turn- Jnar III He noticed that Rollo, hll, thin, and athletic, was somewhat annoyed, and attributed it to the fact that he had IK'CH unlucky at bridge. Hollo flung himself into t Le hig arT-C hair before the fire, took a cigar from the box, bit off the end viciously, and applied a match to it. Eilersdale had al"ays been against his brother's marriage with the giddy, ill-bred little woman who was a Catholic, and who had been bred in the suburbs of London, and now, as lie had predicted, she flirted outrageously and caused poor Rcllo much pain and anxiety. He had mentioned it on the previous night, and hi", remarks had led to some angry word s between them—words that were over- heard by two of the guests. They had been smoking together for five minutes or so in that silent, old-world room to which he always retired when desirous of quiet, and Ftollo had just poured out hie vv Uisky and soda, when he suddenly uttered a strange cry, and, half rising from his chair, fell back, gasping that he had been seized by a strange pain in the throat. The cigar had fallen from his fingers, and with both hands he was tearing at his collar convulsively. Lord Eilersdale, greatly alarmed, loosened it, and gave his brother a t the  l iar p U OD Y draught of soda-water. But the sharp agony increased, his limbs shook, and he com- plained of shooting, excruciating pains down the back. doctor, he managed to gasp. believe I'm dying!" The Earl rang the bell violently, but be- fore any of the servants arrived his brother liollo had collapsed and breathed his last. His wife, the pretty, fair-haired young woman in her pale blue dressing-gown—the woman whose flirtations had scandalised the whole house-party— threw herself beside him almost insane with grief. It was indeed a terrible scene. Try how he would, he could never -forget-never. Neither could he rid himself of those painful recollections of all that followed: of the inquest, of the evi- dence of the Home Office analyst that the cigar smoked by the dead man had been im- pregnated with some most deadly substance— tome unknown neurotic poison. Then the local police had visited Eilersdale, seized the box of cigars, and fou-ad that another of them had been prepared, while on searching his I lordship's den they discovered,' locked in one of the drawers of an old buhl cabinet, a tiny glass-stopper cd phial, lialf-filled with some brown liquid, which proved t<, be a poison like that used upon the cigars. The discovery staggered him. He alone had kept the key of that cabinet, yd lie had no knowledge whatever of posses-sing I poison. How it bad come there he could not tell. His reputation, both as Prime Minister of England and as a private citizen, was HOW at stake. He knew that the quarrel with his brother regarding the latte.r's wife had been overheard—therefore the circumstantial evi- dence against him was complete. He was quick to realise ;ne worst. In his iutcme agony of mind, and in hourly fear of arrest and consequent scandal upon his political party, he sought hie old and most intimate friend, Gilbert Cunning- ham, an Under-Secretary of State, who was one of the house-party. He, in turn, con- sulted Sir Frank Nesbitt, and they, in fi trie test confidence, interviewed the It'urnc Secretary, the Iesult being that the warrant b,,ing tli,,tt t!;(, wtii*ri??t already issued for Lord Ellersdale's arrest was suspended for a week. Then Cunningham and Ncsbitt had come to Ali how vividly he recollected that tragic interview iti his own great ■ brown library, where, with locked doors, they told him frankly that his inno- cence would never be believed by a jury— that it i ?i'k.-I 7i(,(11,jr 0 1, I Ir t the instigation of the latter'* wife, :1¡d that the one way to escape arrest and trial was—suicide At first he veliementiv protected, but the. pair sat inexorabh\ sphinx-tike. TIien they told him an amazing fact. lfis sister-in-law had made a statement seriously incriminat- ing him, they said. Th? Party mint not suffer. On hearing that. he b3wcd to their decision, and announced boldly that he would rathtr die by his own hand than bring scandal and .-hr.iac upon his political friends. One thijlg he asked—that the Sovereign should not be told. So it was that his illness v.m: announced, and soon afterwards the papers leported his unexpected death. Yet, c-o well was the whole secret kepi—the two doc to: s receiving big fees for their certificate, and the under- taker for not looking in-side the colliu—that net half a dozen people knew ho' he had been hounded to his end, or that any allega- tion had been brought, against him. 1 lie Sovereign Rent a representative with a wreath to his funeral, and even his great i friend Sir In ignorance, for Nesb.tt- kept their oath of silence. Two year:; later both had died, within a few months of each other. ■ From the position of Prime Minister and holder of the Earldom of Ellere'dale, with a handsome income, a deer-forest in Scotland, and a villa at Cannes, the broken man passed, in one single hour, into obscurity as Richard Goodrich, the eccentric lodger in Cli a rl wood Street, Pimlico. A younger brother succeeded to the great estates, while the woman who had made that mysterious and incriminating statement regarding him, went a b road, taking with her her litt,Q child. Three years later she died of phthisi.s i.n. Geneva, and little Irene, left it it I) had been brought to England by Sir George and Lady Havenscourt, >\ho adopted her. It was then thai:, under the guise of the ii,- <L d Kiehard Gcc. d offensive John Ambrose, old Richard GGGd- rick sought the child out in the park, and ever afterwards kept up that strangely romantic." acquaintance. nc stiU had cne firn). fe.Uhful f?cnd in Don Mario, who, however, had, ?u?u aftc-r his "burial," fallen into disgrace at the Vatican, and had, alas! been exiled back to that obscure parish hi Italy. The one' bright spot in his aimless, broken life was the meeting in the parks with little Maidee —his pretty. merry-eyed niece, who always ca!led him Uncle John." Don Mario, the .man now lying between life and death, was tho only living person who knew the truth—and that, though the fine monument stood to I- I- czcs memory in Westminster Abbey, yet he was still alive. Alas! even he, the dcvcut cleric, his on!y even 1-?e, ',lie ceric. ?,.s oily How different were their positions eigh- teen years ago—lie Prime Minister of Eng- land, and the silent, unconscious man there, one of the most popular prcaehers in the United Kingdom. His own brilliant career had been cut short by that amazing conspiracy that had arisen against him. Someone must have placed those two prepared cigars in the box someone must have opened that cabinet by J .wans of a falsa key and placed the phial therein. For what icason? Either to fix the crime of murder upon him, in order to ruin ( him both politically and socially and bring him to the gallows, or else to make it apparent that he had himself wilfully com- mitted suicide. Somewhere a secret enemy had lurked be- hind him. But his identity he had been j unable to trace. Most probably it had been a political conspiracy, ke thought. Yet vyhaj: mattered? His two friends Cun- ningham and Nesbitt believed him to be the murderer of Rolio. so he had bowed bitterly to the fate to which they had condemned him. From, the police they had obtained back that tiny phial which they had landed. to him, so that lie might take his own life by the same means as that of his brother had been taken. Could a man's public career have ended more tragically? -He drew a long, deep sigh as he reviewed the past, his deep-set eyes fixed upon the motionless form ly" ing upon that nairow bed. Old. Teresa, with sun-browned, wrinkled face, moved noiselessl y, peered in, L, I-, t uttered no word. She save the Signor Inglcse bent with his brow upon his hands bent beside her padrone, hie friend. She heard him mutter low broken words in English, but she could not understand them. She only knew instinctively that her old padrone was slowly dying. The words uttered by the old Englishman were: "God forgive me! God foi-givel" CHAPTER XXVIII. I TELLS GORDON'S SECRET. I A calm, cloudless evening. The broad waters of the Channel lay bathed in the brilliant afterglow, for the sun was just disappearing below the hori- son, and a fresh, health-giving breeze sprang up as Maidee and Gordon sat to- gether upon a seat high upon Beaehy Head. During the past fortnight Maidee had almost completely recovered, sufficiently, in- deed, to ascend those steep, grass-covered slopes from Eastbourne. She no longer used her bath-chair, and already her cheeks showed that she was deriving great benefit from the sea air. In her neat, dark-brown, tailor-made coat and skirt and small, close hat with white veil, she presented a smait appearance, while her face, distinguishable through the wisp of net, was surely one v,h('h would be remarked anywhere. Oordcn, as he sat at her side, her hand tenderly in his, liresciitcd a well set-up figure in dark grey tweeds and soft felt hat: She was sec-ietly proud of him; when on the esplanade she saw how, on every side, people turned and then whis- pered among themselves that the smart, clean-shaven young man was none other than Gordon Cunningham, the man of the moment, whose name was mentioned almost daily in the papers. As she sat there, her Jnce bathedvin the crimson sundown, lie had" wound his arm tenderly about her waist, and raising her veil had kissed her upon the lips. Then, after much hesitation, lie at last summoned courage to tell her something- something which lie had longed to reveal to her for months, and yet had not dared. "Maidee," he said at last, peering into her eyes, "I want you to forgive lllc-I-I want to tell you something which, before we go further, you should know. I want to confess to you something, so that others may not tel: you, and in the telling distort the story." She s i arte( stai, i ii" nt ii i i-i in .Iarni. She started, staring at him in alarm. "Why, Gordon!" she asked, "what's the matter? "Nothing—only I want to tell you some- thing—something about myself—a secret of my life." "A secret! Then tell me," and her gloved fingers closed convulsively upon his as she looked into his face. "Well, I want to tell you this, dearest," he said in a low, intense voice, his gazo iixed upon hers. It A few yeara ago. scon after I left- college, I met an eldcriv man named Tullocli, a financial adventurer, who I have strong reasons to believe, was a friend of my late lather. Though a man who moved in that shady set which haunts the big London hdcs in search of pig<;c!? to plLc! and though always faD of schemes that- were bogus, yet he became my friend', and to his seereo influence I certainly one my advancement. He assisted wc, he said, because he owed a. debt of gratitude to my dead father. Sometimes his movement:! were very strange. He EnD in chambers in I South Audiey Street, and' was often absent abroad for long periods, f r mining properties in which ho was in- terested- After my first journey in the I E?stlmctayoungglrl who, though in 11'¡¡blÛ circnmštallc:'s, ttl':Hted me, "'aId-- v.eiI,ImayasAveU confES it at once—I married her at tho registry office at Mary- Ic'?jnc." i 6 1 ,(, ul) ,.n< l "Married!" she shrieked, startL'?g up and f-cing him in dismay. "-?i?.tcn to the truth, darlings," he urged, very quietly, still h?id'ng her hand and sTowly drawing her back to her seat. "Ours was a, secret union. We lived ill lodgings m the north of Londoll under an assumed none; yet—well, I was not hoppv. From the first week I kn ew I had committed a grive error. Yet I had married, and the girl was my wife. Before my marriage l-iv wife had a pet fox terrier, very old, and half blind, that had belonged to her brot her. And one day she declared that the poor animal was useless and complained of by the landlady, and she must destroy it." "But why tell me this 1" cried Maidee, interrupting. "You are iiiarri(-d-C-ordoji "Hear me to the end," he said very earnestly. "It is but right that you should know the whole truth. A few days after the suggestion made by my wife I was one evening in Tulloch's rooms, and our conver- sation turned upon curios. From a drawer in his writing-table he took a tiny bottle, which he said was one of the strangest, curios he possessed for the half-dried liquid it contained v.-as a most deadly poison, a single drop of it, either taken by the mouth or injected into the bloed, being sufficient to cause death. I examined it with curiosity, and asked where he had obtained it, but my inquiry evidently caused limn annoyance, for lie snatched it from my hand and threw it back into the drawer. Half-an-hour later, w hen he had gone into the next 'room to answer the tele- phone, I suddenly recollected the blind terrier. Therefore I opened the drawer, took out the poison, and next day gave it to my wife, telling her to handle the stuff with the greatest care. She expressed disbelief | that any poison could be so potent, but poured out a small quantity upon a piece of sugar, which she placed on the mantel- shelf cf the sitting-room, intending to give it to the animal when he earner in. I took the bottle back and left, for I was anxious bo replace it in Tulloch's rooms. When I entered his chambers he at once looked me in the face curiously, and asked what I had done with the poison. I fear I was con- fused, but was compelled to produce it and restore it to him. Judge my horror, how- ever, when a few hours later, I learnt through the newspapers that my wife had been found mysteriously poisoned. almost as soon as I had left her. She had had, I recollected, a slight scratch on her left thumb, and in holding the sugar as she dropped the fluid upon it, she had, no doubt, absorbed the noxious drug—whatever it was. My first impulse was to go to Camden Town and make a statement to the police. But if I did, I should be compelled to acknowledge my secret marriage. There- fere I refrained. In my despair I consulted Tulloch, -when to my dismay he coolly de- clared me to be a liar, and accused me of the wilful murder of the girl Helen Weaver. He had somehow ascertained that I lwd. married." "Helen Weaver!" gasped Maidee, pale and rgitateel. "And she was your wife, Gor- d0n 1 "Yes, dearest," he replied in a low tone. "I have told you the whole truth because— well, because from that moment Tulloch 00- c a mo my enemy. He blackmailed me—then d.is::pr<"Ùed, .aùd I heard he had d?* in Ih?Iy. But only recently he has re-.ap1") again to taunt and torture me with a crime cf which I am entirely innocent." "But, Gordon, has it not proved that the girl Weaver and several other different persons in London died by exactly the same mysterious drug as did 'Sir George end that poor old man in Pimlico." "I know," he admitted; "it is all a com- I, plete mystery. Tulloch returned and urged me to put that question in the I-Iovsc- t lire a toned that if I did not he would come to you and allege that I killed Helen. And yet, at the very moment when I had risen to interrogate the Home Secretary, I re- ceived an anonymous note, declaring that if I dared, my secret enemy would encompass mv ruin. 1 stood with ruin on either side. I hesitated—and suppose I must have fainted." For a few moments a silence fell between toe P';Í! a silence only broken by the so-co'iiiiig of a gull above them. Then Maidee, her womanly sympathy asserting itself, took her lover's hand saying: "Poor dear! I did not know all that. I —I ought not to have misjudged you. For- give me "Of course, darling," he said. "I have told you this because—well, because I know not from one day to another that Tulloch I may not return, and again repeat the das- tardly allegation against me." She paused, her face turned thoughtfully -towards the darkening sea, for the evening light was now fast falling. "And yet, surely it is a very suspicious circumstance that this man Tulloch, who is your enemyr, possessed the drug which has for so long mystified both police and analysts. Medland has told me that both Sir George and the man Goodrick fell vic- tims to it. Could Tulloch have been acquainted with the pair?" "Who knows? He is a strange persoii-a nan who is a past-master of many profes- sions, especially of politics. Once he told mo. I remember, that he knew Sir George." "Ah! Then it was he who killed hilll-- without a doubt," the girl cried. "Cannot we tell Inspector Medland and let him search for the culprit?" (To be Continued). •— ——1

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