They halted when they discovered the ominous gash in the road, made by
the swiftly swerving wheels of the now ruined car. An examination of
the wreck disclosed the sadness of the disaster. Huddled in a group
were the dead bodies of the landlord, his wife, and the chauffeur.
Where was the Apache man? He was not to be found. Had he lived--
escaped to remain an agent for evil in this world--a further or
continued source of trouble to the sadly stricken girl?
The telephone was not far away, and the soldiers, who sympathised, with
all the warmth of their Southern hearts with the beautiful and
distressed signorina, soon found means of escort for Gilda.
Thus she reached Cuneo, a further step on the long, lone journey to the
unknown. Beyond a shaking, she was none the worse for the accident.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
THE SECOND BURGLARY AT ALDBOROUGH PARK.
Stewards, bailiffs, solicitors, and the men of affairs who are called in
on the occasion of the death of the head of the family, had finished
their work at Aldborough Park. Life had resumed its normal state. The
new baronet had taken possession, and was entering into the duties of
his position with commendable spirit and enterprise. Lady Remington
witnessed her son's interest in the affairs of the estates with much
pleasure.
Her mind was greatly relieved that they had seen the last of the
mysterious Gilda Tempest and the forbidding Doctor Malsano. She was
satisfied that Raife had overcome his mad infatuation for the woman, and
as for the doctor, no possible good could come from such an association.
She sincerely hoped they would forget the impulsive invitation extended
to them whilst they were at Nice.
The Baroness von Sassniltz was staying at the Park. She had brought the
inevitable jewels, without which, and their attendant anxiety, her
otherwise placid life was incomplete. Fraulein Schneider, the
baroness's maid, and the faithful custodian of the priceless trinkets,
was there. Alert as ever, she wore the importance of her trust, as she
wore those multitudinous coils of yellow hair. They were all a part of
the institution that she represented.
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