Detective and mystery stories; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"Mr. Ransom, I have been doing you an injustice. I do not consider it
necessary to tell you just how I have found this out, but I am now
convinced that you are as much in the dark as myself in regard to this
unfortunate affair, and are as willing as I am to take all justifiable
means to enlighten yourself. I own that at first I thought it more than
probable you were in collusion with the girl here to deceive me. That I
wouldn't stand. I'm glad to find you as truly a victim of this mystery as
myself."
Ransom straightened himself.
"If this is an apology," he returned, "I am willing to accept it in the
spirit in which it is proffered. But I should like something more than
apology from you. Candor for candor;--your whole story in return for
mine."
"I'm afraid it would be a trifle tedious,--my whole story," smiled Hazen.
"If you mean such part of it as concerns Georgian's peculiar actions and
the complications with which we are at this moment struggling, I can only
repeat what I have already told you, both at the St. Denis in New York
and here. I am Georgian's returned brother, saved from the jaws of hell
to see my own country again. I arrived in New York on the tenth.
Naturally, after securing a room at the hotel, I took up the papers. They
were full of the approaching marriage of Miss Hazen. I recognized my
sister's name, though not her splendor, for we were the sole survivors of
a poor country family and I knew nothing of the legacy I am now told she
received. Anxious to see her, I attended the ceremony. She recognized me.
I had not expected this, and feeling old affections revive, I followed
her friends to the house and was presented to them and to you. What
I whispered to her on this occasion were my assumed name and the place
where I was to be found. My changed countenance called for explanations,
for which a bridal reception offered no opportunity. Besides, as I have
already said, I stood in sore need of a definite amount of money. I meant
her to come and see me, but I did not expect her to play a trick on you
in order to do so. This had its birth in the to me unaccountable mystery
embodied in the girl you call Anitra, but whom I'm not ready yet to name.
For when I do, action must follow conviction and that without mercy or
delay."
"Action?" repeated Ransom, with quick suspicion and a confused rush of
contradictory visions in his mind. "What do you mean by that?"
Hazen covered his chin with his hand.
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