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"You mean dangerous from the point of view of discovery--eh?"
"No, not at all. Your act cannot be discovered, but it may be dangerous for yourself and those about you--highly dangerous. I have obeyed your orders, signore, as I always do, and I have brought it.
But my suggestion is that you should not break that tube and disperse its contents."
"You seem to be growing unusually apprehensive, my dear Moroni. The appearance in Florence of this young electrical engineer seems to have quite upset you!" he laughed harshly. I could hear every word.
"I confess his presence here has not inspired me with confidence. We do not know the extent of his knowledge, or what he has discovered,"
replied the doctor. "If he establishes one fact--you know to what I refer--then he will become a very grave menace to us both."
"But surely he won't dare to reveal anything for his own sake. That is why I made the bribe a substantial one."
"If he established that one fact to which I have referred, then it would be quite within the bounds of possibility that he might face the music, and lay bare the whole facts of the mystery of Stretton Street," Moroni remarked in a rather lower tone. "At present I think he will keep a still tongue."
"Then one thing is quite plain," said the millionaire. "He must not be allowed to prosecute his inquiries any further. And it is for you, Moroni, to rid us of this ever-growing menace. If he is allowed to go on, then we shall one day awake to find our secret revealed."
"I quite agree. But how shall we act?"
"Ah! I leave that to you," replied De Gex. "You have many ways and means within your power. He is a patient of yours," he added grimly.
"Yes. But I happen to know that he is sufficiently wide awake not to take any of my mixtures."
"Ah! Then he suspects you! You must act with greatest caution, Moroni.
Act as you will, but we must, at all costs, get rid of this fellow."
"I suggested that after the affair at Stretton Street. It would then have been so very easy."
"I know! I was a fool! I did not foresee the consequences if he met and recognized the girl. Even now we do not know where and how he met her. But the menace to us is the same. We must get rid of him--and quickly, too! The trap must be baited--and what better bait than the girl herself?"
CHAPTER THE EIGHTH
LITTLE MRS. CULLERTON
For nearly half an hour Oswald De Gex and the Italian doctor, Moroni, sat chatting in the darkness.
De Gex apologized to his visitor for not offering him a cigarette, remarking that the striking of a match might reveal their presence to anyone strolling in the grounds, for guests at dances frequently have that habit.
"Indeed, after you have gone, Moroni, I am meeting the lady whom I mentioned, and shall walk with her outside here. I want to speak with her in private."
"But surely that is dangerous!" exclaimed the doctor instantly.
"Why?"
"If you intend to act as you say you should not hold any clandestine meeting with her," Moroni suggested.
"I shall take your advice and preserve this little tube intact," and he paused, "intact at least for the present," he added. "Hence there can be no harm in leaving the ballroom and coming out into the fresh air--eh?"
"In that case I see no risk."
"The only risk we run is in allowing young Garfield to make inquiries here, in Florence. When he saw me, I, of course, denied everything.
But I know that he must have noticed how upset I was at his reappearance."
"Well, we have decided to suppress him, have we not?" said Moroni briefly. "And now it is getting late and my taxi is awaiting me down in Fiesole. So I had better be going."
"Have a care that the fellow does not meet her--not until you are quite prepared," the millionaire urged. "And lose no time in making ready. Each day's delay is increasingly dangerous."
"I do not disregard the fact, signore," replied the Italian, and next moment they emerged from the little Greek temple, and having walked a short distance, they parted, De Gex returning to the house, while Moroni made his way back past the lake to the gate.
When the mysterious millionaire had disappeared, I approached the broad terrace which ran along the side of the house from which such a wonderful panorama of the Apennines was to be obtained. If he brought his lady guest out, as was his intention, then he no doubt would descend from the terrace, for I saw two couples walking there as I approached.
Beneath a tree I took cover and waited--waited to establish the ident.i.ty of the person whom he had marked down as his next victim.
That night I had gained much knowledge of intense interest, yet it all served to puzzle me the more.
That t.i.to Moroni was his accomplice I had established beyond doubt, and equally that there had been a grave and deep-laid conspiracy against me. And further, it seemed to be intended that I should again meet the mysterious pale-faced girl in black, and that the meeting was meant to be fatal to me.
Fortune had certainly been upon my side that night, otherwise I might have acted in good faith and fallen into some cleverly-baited trap.
That the doctor of the Via Cavezzo was a dangerous malefactor was proved by the airy manner in which he had brought to his rich client that little gla.s.s tube which I, of course, had not seen, but which he had no doubt put into the hands of his wealthy and unscrupulous host.
The more I reflected as I stood beneath the great oleander, the more puzzled did I become. What was it that De Gex had shown the doctor beneath the pale light of the moon? It was evidently something which greatly surprised Moroni, and yet he had made but little comment concerning it.
But the chief mystery of all was the whereabouts of that poor inert girl Gabrielle Engledue. I waited, eager for the return of the tall, well-set-up man in evening clothes, the man who so much in the public eye was engaged in such a strange career of wickedness and crime.
It seemed incredible that the immensely rich man whose name was so constantly in the papers as a generous patron of the arts, and a pious philanthropist, should be implicated in such devil's doings as those of which I had already proved him to be the author.
The discordant clanging of that convent-bell again aroused me to a sense of my surroundings. I saw upon the terrace before me several men strolling, smoking cigarettes, and with them their fair partners wrapped in rich cloaks and furs. They had come out after supper to admire the wonderful moonlit scene, for before them rose the snow-tipped mountains in a long serrated range, the high Apennines which divide the Adriatic from the Mediterranean.
Suddenly, almost before I was aware of it, a man and a woman pa.s.sed close to me. The figure revealed by the cold bright moon was that of De Gex, who had now put on a light coat, while at his side walked a slim, tall young woman wrapped warmly in a rich fur coat. The diamonds in her fair hair gleamed in the moonlight, but unfortunately she had pa.s.sed into the shadow before I could gain a glimpse of her features.
So that was the intended victim--the woman to whom the dangerous contents of that tiny gla.s.s tube was one day, sooner or later, to be administered.
They went forward towards the edge of the placid lake, hence I sprang upon the gra.s.s and followed them as noiseless as a cat. Little did the owner of the great Villa Clementini dream that I was lurking in such close vicinity.
They halted beside one of the ancient statues of yellow marble, a heavy-limbed representation of Bacchus crowned with vine leaves, where they admired the fairy-like scene. It was indeed glorious. Beneath the pale moonlight lay the placid lake like a mirror, for no breath stirred from the mountains, and beyond in the mystic light rose the snow-capped peaks far away beyond the chestnut forests of Vallombrosa.
There is a charm in all seasons and at all hours about those ancient villas of Tuscany; those country mansions of the n.o.bles which have seen the tramp of men in armour and in plush, and bear upon them the crumbling escutcheons of races which have been rulers for five centuries, and whose present descendants are perhaps waiters in Paris, London, or New York.
The English visitors to Florence see outside the Florence Club effeminate elegants in English-made suits of blue serge, and brown boots, and they sigh to think that such specimens of humanity are the representatives of a n.o.ble race. Disguise it as you may, poor Italy is sadly decadent. Her glory has pa.s.sed, her _n.o.bile_ are ruined and her labour enemies are, alas! bent upon putting her into the melting-pot.
The gallant Italian army fought valiantly against the Tedesci. It saved Venice from the heel of the invader and it protected Dalmatia, where the population are Italians. But Italy to-day is not Italy of pre-war days, thanks to its paid agitators and its political scandals.
With the bright moon s.h.i.+ning across the huge oleander beneath which I had again taken cover, I listened intently. But De Gex speaking with his guest was too far off for me to distinguish anything he said.
That he treated her with the greatest courtesy was apparent. And that he spoke to her with the most entire confidence I realized by my own observation.
At once I stole noiselessly forward from one bush to another until I was close to where the pair stood. I trod softly upon the gra.s.s, my ears strained to catch any word.