"Yes. You were in a crowd on Reading platform, and were about to enter
the same train as myself, but changing your mind, suddenly left the
station hurriedly," she said. "At that time, remember, I had no idea
that you were in England, for Nelly had not mentioned your visit. Two
days later, however, I was appalled by reading in the papers that poor
Nelly had been murdered almost immediately after I had left her, and
quite close to the spot where we had at first stood. Afterwards in the
report of the inquest, I saw that you were present and had given
evidence. Then there was silence. The affair was an enigma, and the
police possessed no clue. The papers mentioned a broad mark a foot wide
upon the dust, which they regarded as mysterious. It was made by my
skirt which swept the road. I alone held the key to the enigma. In
order to assure myself that my suspicions were not unfounded, I returned
to Reading, made careful inquiries there, and when I had satisfied
myself, left England with the knowledge I had obtained still in my
possession."
"What did you discover?" inquired George, quickly, while Liane still
clung to him tremblingly.
"I discovered absolute proof of the identity of Nolly's assassin. It
was Zertho d'Auzac!"
CHAPTER TWENTY.
AT CROSS LANE.
"You lie!" the Prince cried indignantly. "There is no proof."
"Listen!" Mariette retorted in a firm, harsh tone, gazing at him
steadily. "Listen while I recall to your memory the events of that
fateful night. In my inquiries I traced your progress step by step, and
every movement is entirely plain to me. You went to England with solely
one object in view, namely, to get rid of Nelly Bridson, the woman who
could convict you of murder."
"I deny that I had any hand whatever in the affair," he protested.
"Why, she went with me to the station and saw me off to Reading! It was
given in evidence that the police inquired of the station officials at
Stratfield Mortimer, and also at Reading, and were entirely satisfied
that there was no suspicion upon me. Therefore, whatever you say is
utterly worthless," he added, turning from her contemptuously.
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