In the Dead of Night: A Novel. Volume 3 (of 3)Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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In the Dead of Night: A Novel. Volume 3 (of 3)
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
English fiction -- 19th century
“I suppose not. But my brother’s name—Lionel Dering—must be well known
to you.”
Janvard could not repress a slight start So that was the relationship,
was it?
“Ah, yes,” he said. “I have seen Mr. Lionel Dering many times, and done
several little services for him at one time or another.”
“You were one of the chief witnesses on the trial, if I recollect
rightly?”
Janvard coughed, to gain a moment’s time. The conversation was taking a
turn that he did not approve of. “I certainly was one of the witnesses
on the trial,” he said, with an air of deprecation. “But monsieur will
understand that it was a misfortune which I had no means of avoiding. I
could not help seeing what I did see, and they made me tell all about
it.”
“Oh, we quite understand that,” said Mr. Dering. “You were not to blame
in any way. You could not do otherwise than as you did.”
Janvard smiled faintly, and bowed his gratification.
“My friend here, Mr. Bristow, and myself, have come down to stay a week
or two in your charming city. The doctors tell me there is something
the matter with my spleen, and have recommended me to drink the Bath
waters. Hearing casually that you were the proprietor of one of the
most comfortable hotels in the place, and looking upon you somewhat in
the light of a connection of the family, we thought that we could not
do better than take up our quarters with you.”
Again Janvard smiled and bowed his gratification. “Monsieur may depend
upon my using my utmost endeavours to make himself and his friend as
comfortable as possible. Pardon my presumption, but may I venture to
ask whether Mr. St. George was quite well when monsieur saw or heard
from him last?”
“My cousin was a little queer a short time ago, but I believe him to be
well again by this time.” Mr. Dering turned to go. “We have given your
waiter instructions as to dinner,” he said.
“I hope my chef will succeed in pleasing you,” said Janvard., with a
smile. “He has the reputation of being second to none in the city.”
With the same smile on his face he followed them to the door and bowed
them out, and, still smiling, watched them till they turned the corner
of the street. “No danger there, I think,” he said to himself. “None
whatever. Still I must keep on the watch—always on the watch. I must
look to their dinners myself, and leave them nothing to complain of.
But I shall be very much pleased indeed when they call for their bill:
very much pleased to see the last of them.”
Said Tom to Lionel, as they were walking arm-in-arm towards the
pump-room: “Did you notice that magnificent ring which Janvard wore on
the third finger of his left hand?”
“I could not fail to notice it. I was thinking about it at the very
moment you spoke.”
“I have not seen so splendid a ruby for a long time. The setting, too,
is rather unique.”
“Yes, it was the peculiar setting that caused me to recognize it
again.”
“That caused you to recognize it! You don’t mean to say that you have
ever seen the ring before?”
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