"Suspicious of what?"

She sighed, and moving forward rested her hands upon the balcony, gazing again towards the fiery sunset.

"Well--to put it plainly--that she is deceiving both of us."

"Deceiving us! In what way?"

"Ah! that is what we have not yet discovered," replied the girl. "Think of her ingenuity in coming to our house in order to see that man in secret, of how cleverly she made us believe that they were strangers--of her listening to my father's words when he spoke with Gordon-Wright!

All this proves to me that she is working with some mysterious end."

"She has been endeavouring to effect her emanc.i.p.ation from that scoundrel," I protested hotly. "She has been trying to break away from him, but in vain. Her motive, Miss Miller, is not an evil one as regards either your father or yourself, you may rest a.s.sured. She only desires freedom--freedom to live and to love, the freedom that you, if you will, can a.s.sist her to obtain."

"I--" she cried. "How can I?"

"You know who this fellow Gordon-Wright really is. If you will, you can save her."

"I can't. That's just where the difficulty lies."

"Then if you will not, I will!" I cried, angry at her sudden withdrawal after all the sympathy I had shown her, and goaded by thoughts of my love's martyrdom. "Fortunately I happen to know that Gordon-Wright alias Lieutenant Shacklock is wanted by the police of half a dozen different countries, as well as certain of his a.s.sociates, and a word from me will effect his arrest." She started, and her face went ashen pale. She saw that I knew the truth, and in an instant held me in dread.

"You--" she gasped. "You would do this--_you_?"

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

FROM A WOMAN'S LIPS.

The handsome, dark-haired girl had placed her hand upon my arm, and stood with her eyes anxiously fixed upon mine.

"Do you really mean this?" she asked, in a hoa.r.s.e, strained voice.

"I have told you quite frankly my intention," was my answer. "I know that scoundrel--in fact I am myself a witness against Him."

"In what manner?" she asked naively.

"That man is one of a clever gang of thieves who for years have eluded the police," I replied. "In England he lives in security in a Cornish village under the name of Gordon-Wright, while here, on the Continent, he frequents the best hotels, and with his friends makes enormous hauls of money and jewels."

"A thief!" she exclaimed, with amazement that I thought well feigned.

"And can you really actually prove this?"

"The coward robbed a friend of mine who, being ill, could not take care of himself," I said. "I have only to say one single word to the nearest police office and they will arrest him wherever he may be. And now, to speak quite openly, I tell you that I mean to do this."

"You will have him arrested?"

"Yes, and by so doing I shall at least save Ella. The thing is really very simple after all. I intend to defy him. Ella is mine and he shall not s.n.a.t.c.h her from me."

"Then you know him--I mean you knew him before I introduced you?" she asked, after a brief pause.

"I know him rather too well," I answered meaningly. "It is curious, Miss Miller," I added, "that your father should be the intimate friend of a man of such bad reputation. He surely cannot be aware of his true character."

She knit her brows again, for she saw that she was treading on dangerous ground. She was not an adventuress herself but a sweet and charming girl, yet I had no doubt but that she partic.i.p.ated in her father's many guilty secrets. Perhaps it was her easy-going cosmopolitan air that suggested this, or perhaps it may have been owing to her earnest desire that Ella should marry that man, and thus be prevented from betraying what she had learnt on that fateful night at Studland.

"Dear old dad always makes friends far too easily," was her evasive reply, the response of a clever woman. "I've told him so lots of times.

Travelling so much as he does, half over Europe, he is for ever making new acquaintances, and queer ones they are, too, sometimes, I can tell you. We've had visitors here, in this flat, of all grades, from broken-down English jockeys and music hall artists trying to borrow their fare third-cla.s.s back to England, to lords, earls, Stock Exchange men and company promoters whose names are as household words in the halfpenny papers. Yet I suppose it's so with many men. They are big-hearted, make friends easily, and everybody takes advantage of their hospitality. It is so with my father. All his friends impose on him without exception."

"Well, it's a pity that he's intimate with the man I knew as Lieutenant Shacklock, for when he is in the hands of the police some curious revelations will be made--revelations that will reveal the existence of a most ingenious and daring Continental gang. You see," I added, with a smile, "I'm not making a mere idle statement--I know. These men once robbed a friend of mine, and it is only just to him that, having discovered Shacklock, I should give information against him."

"You mean you will win Ella by freeing her of that man?" said my companion, apparently following me for the first time.

"Exactly. If he holds any secret of hers, he is quite welcome to speak.

Neither I nor Ella will fear anything, you may depend upon that. A man of his stamp always seeks some low-down revenge. It is only what may be expected. Perhaps I may as well tell you that I recognised him when you introduced us, and that I have already been down to Cornwall and seen the smug scoundrel at his home. He's a church-warden, a parish councillor and all the rest of it, and the people believe he's worth thousands. He poses as a philanthropist in a mild way, opens local bazaars, and makes speeches in support of the local habitation of the Primrose League. All this is to me most amusing. The fellow little dreams that he sits upon the edge of a volcano that to-morrow may engulf him--as it certainly must."

"But is this worth while--to denounce such a man? You'll be compelled to support your allegations," she said.

"Oh! I can do that, never fear," I laughed. "I shall bring his victim forward--the man he robbed so heartlessly. English juries have no compa.s.sion for the swell-mobsman or the elegant hotel-thief."

I watched her face as I spoke, and saw the effect my words were having upon her. If I denounced him her own father would at once be implicated. Hers were alarming apprehensions, no doubt.

I saw that I was gradually gaining the whip-hand over circ.u.mstance. She recognised now that her father was in deadly peril of exposure.

And yet did she know the truth, after all? If she actually knew that the young Chilian Carrera, the man she loved when they lived outside Paris, had met with his death through her own father's treachery, she surely would not hold him in such esteem.

Yet was it likely that such skilled scoundrels as the mysterious Miller, Milner--or whatever he chose to call himself--and Gordon-Wright alias Lieutenant Harold Shacklock would risk exposure by betraying their true occupation to a sweet high-minded girl such as Lucie really was? Had she been their decoy; had there, indeed, been any suspicion that she had a.s.sisted them in their clever conspiracies of fraud then it would have been different.

There was, however, no suspicion except that she had spoken of her father's "secret," which she feared that Ella had learned when she overheard her father's conversation with his friend. That was a curious and unaccountable feature. She knew that her father held some secret that was shared by Gordon-Wright, that gallant ladies'-man who had wormed himself into the confidence of so many English and American women travelling on Continental railways, women whose jewels and valuables had subsequently disappeared.

She, however, held her father in the highest regard and esteem, and that fact in itself was sufficient to convince me that she was after all in ignorance of his true profession.

She might have entertained suspicions of the lieutenant, suspicions that were verified by the denunciation I had just made, but as I looked into her pale dark face I could not bring myself to believe that she knew her father's true source of income. There was some secret of her fathers, a secret that she knew must be kept at any cost. It was that which she feared Ella might betray, and for that reason she deemed it best that my love should be allowed to become the false lieutenant's wife.

Thus I argued within myself as I stood there beside her with the blood-red light of the dying day streaming in from across the sea.

I recollected Sammy's warning; I recollected, too, the strange circ.u.mstances of Nardini's death in Shepherd's Bush, and of what had been told me by this woman now at my side. She was doomed, she said-- and, true enough, there was black despair written in that dark face, now so pale and agitated.

She was as much a mystery as she had been on that first day when we had met--even though through her instrumentality the mystery of my well-beloved's self-effacement had actually been cleared up.

That she detested the lieutenant had been palpable from the first mention I had made of him. Therefore I argued that she suspected him of playing her father false, even though she might be unaware of their real relationship. Indeed it was not natural for a father of Miller's stamp to allow his daughter to know of his shameful calling. She had told me that she remained at home with old Marietta--the grey-haired Tuscan woman who had admitted me--while her father travelled hither and thither across Europe. Those unscrupulous "birds of prey," known to the police as international thieves, migrate in flocks, travelling swiftly from one frontier to another and ever eluding the vigilance of the agents in search of them. The international thief is a veritable artist in crime, the cleverest and most audacious scoundrel of the whole criminal fraternity.

"I quite understand your feelings and all that you must suffer, Mr Leaf," she said at last in a mechanical voice. "I know how deeply you love Ella, and, after all that has pa.s.sed, it is not in the least surprising that you will not stand by and see her married to such a man as Gordon-Wright. Yet is it really prudent to act without carefully considering every point? That she is about to become that man's wife shows that she is in his power--that he possesses some mysterious hold over her. And suppose you denounced him to the police, would he not, on his part, revenge himself upon her?"

"Probably. But I will risk that."

"Personally I think that Ella will be the greater sufferer from such an injudicious action."

Curious. Her words bore out exactly what Ella herself had said. Yet she surely could know nothing of the secret between them. Until half an hour ago, when I had told her, she was not even aware that Gordon-Wright was acquainted with the woman who had been betrothed to me.

"But I do not intend that she shall fall the victim of this adventurer,"

I said quickly, for I recognised in her words a fear that her father's secret might be exposed.

"If he really possesses a hold over her sufficient to compel her to marry him, any attempt to rescue her may only cause her complete ruin,"