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"What is it?" he asked hastily. "Has Evan--done something worse than usual?"
"Not to my knowledge. It is not Evan."
"Not Evan, what then; tell me Mrs. Aliston," his face becoming paler and paler.
"Frank, your sister has eloped!"
He fell into the nearest chair, white and limp.
"Go on," he whispered hoa.r.s.ely, lifting a haggard face towards her; "tell me--the worst, Mrs. Aliston."
"She has eloped with John Burrill," went on Mrs. Aliston, a shade of coldness in her voice. "They ran away on Sat.u.r.day afternoon."
His head dropped forward and fell upon the table before him. Thus for a moment he remained motionless, then his voice broke the stillness, sounding faint and hollow.
"Is that--all--you can tell me?"
"All! Yes!" exclaimed Mrs. Aliston in a burst of nervousness. "I wish I had not told you so much. Frank don't take it so hard."
He lifted his head, showing her a ghastly face and pale trembling lips.
"Did Constance see Sybil? Does she know--" he broke off abruptly and half rising from his chair, stretched out to her an imploring hand.
"Mrs. Aliston," he said hoa.r.s.ely. "I must see Constance. I _must_. For G.o.d's sake send her to me, just for one moment."
"But--" began Mrs. Aliston.
"I tell you I _must_ see her," he cried, with sudden fierceness. "I shall go to her if there is no other way."
Great drops of sweat stood out on his forehead; once more he looked as he had two days before, when he stood alone under the trees of Wardour Place, after his parting with Constance.
Seeing that look upon his face, Mrs. Aliston went slowly towards the door.
"I will send Constance to you," she said gently and went out, closing the door softly.
When he was alone the look upon Francis Lamotte's face became fierce and set. Springing to his feet he paced the floor like a mad man.
"That letter," he hissed, "that accursed letter, what has it told? I must know! I must know the worst! blind fool that I was to let my own hand bring this about. Oh! this is horrible! Am I lost or--"
Suddenly he seemed to recollect himself and dropping into a chair he buried his pa.s.sion-distorted face in his arms and so awaited the coming of Constance.
He had not long to wait; soon his listening ear caught the gentle opening and closing of the door, and then he felt a light hand upon his arm, and a sweet pitying voice said: "Poor Frank, poor boy, don't let this overcome you so."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Poor Frank, don't let this overcome you."]
One hand reached up and clasped the soft hand that rested on his arm, but he did not lift his head, as he said brokenly:
"Tell me the worst, Constance."
"Why, Frank! the worst is told."
"But," his hand tightened its clasp, "_you_ know more than she has told me."
"No, Frank, nothing more."
He lifted his pale face again.
"Constance--that letter."
She started and flushed.
"What letter, Frank?"
"You know," his eyes scanning her face hungrily. "Her letter. The one I brought you two days ago. What was it?"
She drew away her hand.
"It was a note of farewell, Frank. Nothing more."
"Then she told you?" he gasped,--caught his lips between his teeth, and waited for her to finish the sentence.
"She told me nothing, Frank. Oh, I wish she had."
He sprang up, overturning his chair in his hasty excitement.
"Nothing!" he cried "she told you _nothing_?"
"Absolutely nothing. The letter was an enigma. How strangely you act, Frank. I can't understand you."
Slowly the life color returned to his cheeks and lips, as he answered, or stammered:
"Pardon me, Constance. I thought--I feared--I hoped there might be some explanation. I thought she must have given you some reason for so horrible a step. Are you sure there is no hint, no clue to help us?"
"Frank, listen: Sybil's note explained nothing. It only implored me not to think harshly of her, when I should know what she had done, and bade me farewell. I could not comprehend its meaning until the news reached me that she had fled."
"And you can not guess why she did this thing?"
"No."
He turned away, putting his hand up before his face, and uttering a groan. Then he moved toward one of the French windows, pushed it open, and leaned out.
"I feel as if I were going mad," he muttered. "Constance, pardon me; I must have the air. I must be alone to think, and to face this--this disgrace that has come upon us."
And he stepped through the open window, and reeled rather than walked down the steps, and out among the trees.
Constance watched him until the shrubbery hid him from view, and then, with a quick, nervous glance about the room, and out at the windows, she went to the door which shut our tramp detective from view, but not from hearing.
"Come out," she whispered, hurriedly. "Now is your time to escape."