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"I can't say that. Her ladys.h.i.+p was very much excited. She cried and begged me to help her to escape."
A murmur of excitement ran through the hall.
"What did you say to her?"
"I told her that she was his lords.h.i.+p's lawful wife; that she had vowed before G.o.d to honour and obey him in all things."
"Had she ever made an attempt to escape?"
"No, sir."
"Did she ever give you any reason for wis.h.i.+ng to do so?"
"She told me that his lords.h.i.+p threatened to shut her up in a lunatic asylum, but I a.s.sured her he would never do so. He loved her too much."
"You consider that he was very devoted to her?"
The woman closed her eyes for a second.
"He loved her as I have never before known a man love a woman," she answered, with suppressed vehemence.
"Why then did he send for the doctors to commit her to an inst.i.tution?"
"I do not know."
At this point of the interrogation Cyril scribbled a few words, which he gave to one of the footmen to carry to the coroner. When the latter had read them, he asked:
"Did you consider her ladys.h.i.+p a dangerous lunatic?"
"No, sir."
"Why, then, did you prophesy that she would kill your master?"
The woman trembled slightly and her hand again sought the cross.
"I--I believed Lord Wilmersley's time had come, but I knew not how he would die. I did not know that she would be the instrument--only I feared it."
"Why did you think his lords.h.i.+p's days were numbered?"
"Sir, if I were to tell you my reasons, you would say that they were not reasons. You would call them superst.i.tions and me a foolish old woman. I believe what I believe, and you, what you have been taught. G.o.d shall judge. Suffice it, sir, that my reasons for believing that his lords.h.i.+p would die soon are not such as would appeal to your common-sense."
"H'm, well--I confess that signs and omens are not much in my line, but I must really insist upon your giving some explanation as to why you feared that your mistress would murder Lord Wilmersley."
The woman's lips twitched convulsively and her eyes glowed with sombre fire.
"Because--if you will know it--he loved her more than was natural--he loved her more than his G.o.d; and the Lord G.o.d is a jealous G.o.d."
"And this is really your only reason for your extraordinary supposition?"
"For me it is enough," she replied.
"Well, well--very curious indeed!" said the coroner, regarding the woman intently.
He paused for a moment.
"How did you pa.s.s the evening of the murder?" he asked.
"In my room. I had a headache and went early to bed."
"I suppose somebody saw you after you left Lady Wilmersley's room who can support your statement?"
"I do not know. I do not remember seeing any one," answered Valdriguez, throwing her head back and looking a little defiantly at Mr. Tinker.
"Ah, really? That is a pity," said the coroner. "However, there is no reason to doubt your word--as yet," he added.
Mrs. Eversley was next called. The coroner questioned her exhaustively as to the missing Priscilla Prentice. He seemed especially anxious to know whether the girl had owned a bicycle. She had not.--Did she know how to ride one? Yes, Mrs. Eversley had seen her try one belonging to the under-housemaid.--Did many of the servants own bicycles? Yes.--Had one of them been taken? She did not know.
On further inquiry, however, it was found that all the machines were accounted for.
It had not occurred to Cyril to speculate as to how, if Prentice had really aided her mistress to escape, she had been able to cover the nine miles which separated the castle from Newhaven. Eighteen miles in one evening on foot! Not perhaps an impossible feat, but very nearly so, especially as on her way back she would have been handicapped by Lady Wilmersley, a delicate woman, quite unaccustomed--at all events during the last three years--to any form of exercise.
It was evident, however, that this difficulty had not escaped the coroner, for all the servants and more especially the gardeners and under-gardeners were asked if they had seen in any of the less-frequented paths traces of a carriage or bicycle. But no one had seen or heard anything suspicious.
The head gardener and his wife, who lived at the Lodge, swore that the tall, iron gates had been locked at half-past nine, and that they had heard no vehicle pa.s.s on the highroad during the night.
At this point in the proceedings whispering was audible in the back of the hall. The coroner paused to see what was the matter. A moment later Douglas stepped up to him and said something in a low voice. The coroner nodded.
"Mrs. Willis," he called.
A middle-aged woman, very red in the face, came reluctantly forward.
"Well, Mrs. Willis, I hear you have something to tell me?"
"Indeed no, sir," exclaimed the woman, picking nervously at her gloves.
"It is nothing at all. Only when I 'eard you asking about carriages in the night, I says to Mrs. Jones--well, one pa.s.sed, I know that.
Leastways, it didn't exactly pa.s.s; it stayed."
"The carriage stayed; where?"
"It wasn't a carriage."
"It wasn't a carriage and it stayed? Can't you explain yourself more clearly, Mrs. Willis? This isn't a conundrum, is it?"
"It was a car, a motor-car," stammered the woman.
"A car! And it stopped? Where?"
"I couldn't say exactly, but not far from our cottage."