The open
envelope was addressed (evidently in a feigned hand-writing)
to 'Mrs. Ferrari.' The post-mark was 'Venice.' The
contents of the
envelope were a sheet of foreign note-paper, and a folded
enclosure.
On the note-paper, one line only was written. It was again
in a feigned
handwriting, and it contained these words:
'To
console you for the loss of your husband'
Agnes opened the
enclosure next.
It was a Bank of England note for a thousand pounds.
CHAPTER VI
The next day, the friend and legal
adviser of Agnes Lockwood,
Mr. Troy, called on her by appointment in the evening.
Mrs. Ferrari--still persisting in the
conviction of her husband's death--
had
sufficiently recovered to be present at the
consultation.
Assisted by Agnes, she told the
lawyer the little that was
known relating to Ferrari's
disappearance, and then produced
the
correspondence connected with that event. Mr. Troy read
(first) the three letters addressed by Ferrari to his wife;
(secondly) the letter written by Ferrari's courier-friend,
describing his visit to the palace and his
interview with
Lady Montbarry; and (thirdly) the one line of
anonymous writing
which had accompanied the
extraordinary gift of a thousand pounds
to Ferrari's wife.
Well known, at a later period, as the
lawyer who acted for Lady Lydiard,
in the case of theft, generally described as the case of 'My Lady's Money,'
Mr. Troy was not only a man of
learning and experience in his profession--
he was also a man who had seen something of society at home and abroad.
He possessed a keen eye for
character, a
quainthumour, and a kindly
nature which had not been deteriorated even by a
lawyer's professional
experience of mankind. With all these personal advantages, it is
a question,
nevertheless, whether he was the fittest
adviser whom
Agnes could have chosen under the circumstances. Little Mrs. Ferrari,
with many
domestic merits, was an
essentiallycommonplace woman.
Mr. Troy was the last person living who was likely to attract
her sympathies--he was the exact opposite of a
commonplace man.
'She looks very ill, poor thing!' In these words the
lawyeropened the business of the evening, referring to Mrs. Ferrari
as unceremoniously as if she had been out of the room.
'She has suffered a terrible shock,' Agnes answered.
Mr. Troy turned to Mrs. Ferrari, and looked at her again,
with the interest due to the
victim of a shock. He drummed absently
with his fingers on the table. At last he spoke to her.
'My good lady, you don't really believe that your husband is dead?'
Mrs. Ferrari put her
handkerchief to her eyes. The word 'dead' was
ineffectual to express her feelings. 'Murdered!' she said sternly,
behind her
handkerchief.
'Why? And by whom?' Mr. Troy asked.
Mrs. Ferrari seemed to have some difficulty in answering.
'You have read my husband's letters, sir,' she began. 'I believe
he discovered--' She got as far as that, and there she stopped.
'What did he discover?'
There are limits to human
patience--even the
patience of a bereaved wife.
This cool question irritated Mrs. Ferrari into expressing herself
plainly at last.
'He discovered Lady Montbarry and the Baron!' she answered,
with a burst of
hystericalvehemence. 'The Baron is no more
that vile woman's brother than I am. The wickedness of those two
wretches came to my poor dear husband's knowledge. The lady's maid
left her place on
account of it. If Ferrari had gone away too,
he would have been alive at this moment. They have killed him.
I say they have killed him, to prevent it from getting to Lord
Montbarry's ears.' So, in short sharp sentences, and in louder
and louder accents, Mrs. Ferrari stated her opinion of the case.
Still keeping his own view in reserve, Mr. Troy listened
with an expression of satirical approval.
'Very
strongly stated, Mrs. Ferrari,' he said. 'You build up your
sentences well; you
clinch your conclusions in a workmanlike manner.
If you had been a man, you would have made a good
lawyer--
you would have taken juries by the scruff of their necks.
Complete the case, my good lady--complete the case.
Tell us next who sent you this letter, enclosing the bank-note.
The "two wretches" who murdered Mr. Ferrari would hardly put