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"So be it," said George, who realised the danger of making an enemy of Mademoiselle p.o.r.nic; "I will be silent so far as Albert is concerned, but I must reserve my right to act, as I see fit, with other people."
"In other words, you reserve the right to denounce me if you like. That amounts to the same thing. If I were arrested, even temporarily, Albert would be sure to hear of it. What object can you possibly have in ruining me?"
"None, but I can not allow an innocent person to be condemned. The truth is, my friend Puymirol is accused of the crime, he is under arrest, and I can't abandon him."
"No, certainly not, but it will be easy to prove his innocence, and I will help you. I will testify that he was lunching with us when Dargental was killed. The magistrate is aware of this, however, and I don't see how any suspicion can possibly attach to Puymirol. If there must be a victim, why don't you mention the Countess de Les...o...b..t to the magistrate? She, alone, was interested in having Dargental put out of the way."
These words had scarcely pa.s.sed Blanche's lips, when her maid entered the room. "Excuse me, madame," she said, "but there is a lady here who insists upon seeing you--the Countess de Les...o...b..t she calls herself."
Blanche and George were both overcome with astonishment. The former hesitated. Her first impulse was to close her doors in the face of the woman whom she so bitterly hated, but she changed her mind. "Show her in," she cried to her maid, who instantly turned to obey the order.
"I had better go," remarked George.
"No, no," replied Blanche. "It is just because you are here that I consent to see her. I want you to hear what she says, for I am satisfied that she has come here about the letters. Go in there, and don't come out until I call you." As she spoke, she pushed George into an adjoining boudoir, the entrance of which was screened by a heavy hanging of silken fabric. George let her do so; the curtain fell; and he considered that he had a perfect right to remain thus concealed, and listen to the conversation which was now about to take place. It was, indeed, needful he should know what part these women had really played in an affair which was costing his friend Puymirol so dear. Presently he heard Blanche ask, in a soft voice: "To what am I indebted for the honour of your visit?"
"Can't you guess?" replied Madame de Les...o...b..t, in a quiet tone, at once steady and well modulated.
"No," replied Blanche, curtly, "though I understand very well that your coming must be due to some pressing need of my a.s.sistance."
"I require no one's a.s.sistance, I a.s.sure you. I have simply an explanation to ask of you."
"It must be of a decidedly dangerous nature, for you to take the trouble to come here in person."
"I am in the habit of attending personally to all matters of a personal nature."
"You are quite right, madame. It is always dangerous to write."
There was a pause, and the two rivals exchanged anything but friendly glances. Blanche had somewhat the advantage, however, for she was at home, and the countess, who had called, must speak the first. "We need not waste any more time on preliminaries," she said, quietly. "I came to speak of Pierre Dargental, I admit it. That man betrayed us both, and he has been justly punished. A man cannot trifle with a woman's honour during years with impunity. Chastis.e.m.e.nt comes sooner or later. Still, I foresee certain misfortunes which may result from his death."
"I do not understand you," replied Blanche, coldly.
"You think I came here as an enemy," resumed the countess. "What would you say if I told you that Dargental once boasted to me of possessing a letter from you, which he had only to show to have you sent before the a.s.sizes?"
"The a.s.sizes!" repeated Blanche, scornfully. "Pierre made such a boast as that! If he had sent me there, he would have been obliged to accompany me."
"He is beyond the reach of justice now, for he is dead," replied Madame de Les...o...b..t, "but you are still alive."
"This time, I understand. Why do you use all this circ.u.mlocution to tell me that he had the cowardice to show and give you the letter you speak of?"
"And if that were true?"
"I no more fear you than I feared him. He could not denounce me without ruining himself, for what I did was done to save him, and he alone profited by it. With you, madame, the case is very different. If you venture to send my letter to the public prosecutor I shall send him yours."
"Mine!" exclaimed the countess.
"Yes, madame, you cannot have forgotten that you once sent Pierre an impa.s.sioned missive in which you spoke of a terrible secret you had confided to him. You placed yourself at his mercy to prove your love."
"And this letter is in your possession?"
"Why shouldn't Pierre have taken the same precautions against you as he took against me? It was not so easy to subjugate me as you, however, for I was in a position to defend myself if he had ventured to attack me."
"I also can defend myself," murmured Madame de Les...o...b..t.
"I hope you will not be reduced to that extremity. Now, let us speak plainly. You did not come here out of kindness of heart to offer to restore me my letter; but I will tell you why you did come. You knew that Pierre had your letter, and you anxiously asked yourself if he might not have entrusted it to me. Well, your ruse has proved successful. You know what to think now. What do you propose?"
"I think we ought to come to an understanding."
"I think so, too," replied Blanche. "We have nothing to gain by war, so let us conclude a treaty of peace. We can exchange letters. Give me mine, and I'll give you yours."
"I haven't yours about me," murmured the countess, visibly embarra.s.sed.
"I am surprised that you left it at home. When a person goes to battle she ought not to forget her weapons."
"I had no idea that our conversation would take such a turn."
"Well, as soon as I saw you come in, I guessed the object of your visit; but, as you are not in a position to carry out your part of the compact, we had better let the subject drop."
"You seem to have no confidence in me. Well, as you refuse to give me my letter until I have returned you yours, why not accompany me home? My carriage is at the door. Take my letter, and come with me. The exchange shall take place in my bedroom. Your letter is locked up in my desk there."
"I am greatly obliged to you for your kind offer, but it is impossible for me to leave the house just now. I am expecting a visit."
"Then name some hour at which it will suit you to come and I will remain at home."
"I shall not be at liberty to-day or to-morrow either, and as your carriage is at the door, it would be better for you to go home and fetch the letter."
"Confess that you refuse to accompany me, merely because you are afraid."
"I do confess it," replied Blanche, calmly. "You have a crowd of servants who would not hesitate to take the letter from me by force if you ordered them to do so. To whom could I complain afterwards? The police would laugh in my face, if I ventured to demand redress. No, I shall not be foolish enough to place myself at your mercy."
"Nor will I place myself at _your_ mercy."
"The cases are not the same by any means. This house doesn't belong to me. I am not its only occupant, and my servants are worthy people who would not dare to lay violent hands upon you, a countess. A fine countess, indeed! Octavia Crochard, who used to perform at fairs! Ah! if that were all she ever did! I didn't poison my husband! I did not hire a rascal to murder my lover!"
"What! you have the audacity to accuse me of Dargental's death?"
"I do, and if you persist in holding your head so high, I shall go to the investigating magistrate and tell him so."
"You would make a great mistake, my dear. The murderer has already been discovered--a Monsieur de Puymirol."
"That is absurd! We all know that Puymirol is innocent. The police have made a mistake, that's all; and they would soon realise it if I told the magistrate your story. I should repeat to him the terms of your letter which Pierre showed to me, and which I know by heart. I would even repeat the terms of mine, and confess what I did for Dargental's sake.
We should see, then, which of us was in the worst sc.r.a.pe. Take my advice, and don't try and put the blame on Puymirol. He has never been my lover, but he is the intimate friend of my lover's brother-in-law, and if you try to injure him, I swear that you shall repent of it, countess though you are."
George listened to all this with great uneasiness. Madame de Les...o...b..t had just revealed the fact that she was aware of Puymirol's arrest, and that she was inclined to cast upon him the suspicion which she feared might fall upon herself. He was grateful to Blanche for defending Adhemar, and felt a strong desire to interfere, and frighten the countess into strict neutrality. He had the means of doing so in his pocket, as he was the custodian of the letters about which the two rivals were taunting each other. Still he had a lingering fear, that, if he made use of these weapons, they might somehow be turned against Puymirol.
"And now that I see your game," resumed Blanche to the countess, "I shall just prevent it. As soon as you leave the house you mean to go straight to the investigating magistrate and fill his ears with the vilest slander against Puymirol and against me. You shall do nothing of the kind. Before you leave this room you shall write the confession I mean to dictate to you."
"You must be mad!" cried Madame de Les...o...b..t.