London (England) -- Fiction; Love stories; Mystery fiction
"I do not know all," he answered, in a hard voice. "You confess to
having visited Morgan immediately before his death."
"But I did not commit the crime!" she said wildly. "I am innocent--
innocent!"
Some jeering laughter greeted this terribly earnest protest. Those
around, mostly better-class people, judging from their dress and speech,
now took a keen delight in her disgrace and grief.
"He was her lover, and she killed him when she knew that he had not died
at Monte Carlo!" somebody exclaimed. "She wanted to marry the parson."
"It's untrue. I swear it is!" she cried. "We had flirted at Monte
Carlo, but I had no thought beyond his friendship. When I left him on
that fatal morning we parted the best of friends. Not until next day
did I know of his strange death, then reported in the papers."
At the moment Muriel, who had remained silent and motionless, as if
listening intently, suddenly disengaged herself from my embrace, and
walking boldly forward, exclaimed in a loud, firm voice--
"Enough! The mystery of poor Roddy's death shall no longer cause your
estrangement from your lover, Aline. Listen!" Then turning to me, she
added: "You will remember that once, about eighteen months ago, when I
was having tea one Sunday at your rooms, Roddy called, and you
introduced us."
"Yes," I cried, suddenly remembering. "I had always believed that you
were unacquainted, but I remember quite well now."
"A few days later I met him in Oxford Street, and from that time we were
friends, although I saw but very little of him. One day, however, by a
word I let drop, he suspected that I was connected with this terrible
cult of Evil, and at once asked me to reveal some of its secrets,
because he was about to ask a question in Parliament upon the subject,
and wished to obtain reliable information. The asking of a question
upon such a subject would, he knew, cause a great sensation, and if not
armed with facts he must bring himself into ridicule. Well, I confess
that I told him something of the rites, and afterwards, at his urgent
request, brought him here by the secret way through which I brought you
to-night. Unfortunately, however, his presence was detected, and his
identity established; although at the time I had no idea that such was
the case."
I noticed how the white-faced band of Satanists exchanged glances of
fear as they listened to her words spoken clearly and fearlessly. She,
too, glanced round at them with a look of hatred and defiance.
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