Gilead Balm, knight errant : $b His adventures in search of the truthCapes, Bernard
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Gilead Balm, knight errant : $b His adventures in search of the truth
Capes, Bernard
Detective and mystery stories, English; English fiction -- 20th century
“That,” she continued after a little, “quieted things for a time, but
I could not believe that the end was more than postponed. In this
dreadful situation I was sitting one morning with my poor father, when
he suddenly turned to me, and in a low eager voice told me to give him
all my ears. Naturally startled, I looked at him. His face was as
white as a tea-cup, but a new resolution had come to it. ‘Hush!’ he
said; ‘hush, my little innocent Daisy. I am much better; but I do not
wish it to be suspected. We have reached a crisis, and must either
dare or perish. Mr Dark has gone away for a few days, leaving me, as
he thinks, helpless. We must seize the opportunity to secure to
ourselves what remnant of our fortune remains. There are my first
wife’s jewels, the existence of which I have concealed from you, and
which a natural sentiment has hitherto prevented me from turning into
capital. Now at last they must be used to provide for us in our
extremities. I am innocent, my sweet child, though appearances are
made by that villain to tell against me--’ and he informed me for the
first time of the nature of the wicked hold on him, which I will not
wrong him by mentioning, for, if the truth were told, it was something
greatly to his credit. ‘Now,’ he said, ‘the plan I have formed to
baffle him is this: You must cross, at once and by yourself, to
England, taking with you the jewels and what cash I can provide. You
must go straight to London, to a certain humble lodging I will tell
you, where you must wait for me in hiding until I am recovered enough
to follow. In the meantime I will tell Dark when he returns that you
have heard of a situation across the water that required your
immediate application, and so will hope to keep him quiet until I am
in a condition to give him the slip and join you. Heaven, my darling
child, prosper us in this venture, which seems to be our last resource
in the vortex of gloom and despair into which we are plunged. Go, and
if all is well, expect to welcome me to your arms in the course of a
few days.’”
The young lady, greatly agitated, rose to her feet at this point, and
faced her attentive listener.
“Startled, overcome as I was,” she said in a low voice, “by the
suddenness of the proposal, a short reflection convinced me that my
dear father was right. After a little hesitation, a few natural tears,
I obeyed his wishes, and, carrying the jewels with me in a red morocco
handbag, hurried down to the quay, and took my passage for Queenboro’
in the boat which, fortunately or unfortunately, was on the point of
starting. Followed by a thousand apprehensions, faced by as many of
the strange unknown life that lay before me, my journey was not, as
you may suppose, a happy one. But Fate had worse in store for me. Near
Sheerness we ran into a thick fog, and, colliding with another vessel,
our own was sunk in a few minutes.”
Gilead rose in his turn.
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