Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"My mother--my mother!" cried Audrey, rising to her feet and grasping
at Ralph for support.
CHAPTER XXIV
ANOTHER PART OF THE TRUTH
It was indeed Lady Branwin who sat there, quiet and silent and
immovable, gazing at the astonished company. Eddy, with a look of fear
on his craven face, had sunk back into his chair the moment he had
torn off the veil and had told the wonderful truth. The others could
only stare and marvel at the revelation. Audrey, womanlike, was the
first to recover the use of her tongue, although Perry Toat--also
womanlike--was on the point of breaking into speech.
"Yes, you are my mother!" cried Audrey. "Yet I saw your face before at
the Pink Shop. How was it I did not recognise you then?"
Lady Branwin, as it will be now convenient to call her, laid her
finger on her right cheek. "You see, the birthmark of my sister Flora
is not here," she said quietly; "for that reason you know me for
certain. Even when the mark was there you thought I was your mother,
because of the wonderful likeness, and it was only the mark which made
you change your mind."
"You painted the birthmark on your face?"
said Miss Toat, who seemed as astonished as anyone at this
extraordinary development. She had expected to learn much, but never
that the woman supposed to be dead was still in the flesh and
masquerading as Madame Coralie.
"Yes, I did," said the other, defiantly, "for reasons which I am now
about to tell you. I was nearly discovered by Audrey when my yashmak
was torn off in the alcove of the shop, and I half believed and half
wished that her instinct would tell her the truth. But her father had
mentioned my sister to her, and she was, therefore, prepared to
believe that I was her aunt when I told her that I and Flora were
twins."
"And were you twins?" demanded Ralph, quickly.
"Yes," said Lady Branwin, coolly. "In face and figure we were exactly
alike, though not in mind, as Flora was always the clever one. Perhaps
I may have been a trifle prettier, as the birthmark disfigured
Flora--Joseph always said that I was. But Flora's mark was not nearly
so dark as this"--she touched her cheek. "Oh, I forgot, I have washed
it off."
"Why did you do that?" asked Perry Toat, quickly. "Did you come here
to declare your real name and explain?"
"Yes and no. I came prepared to put aside my veil and show my real
face, according to what took place. Eddy has taken me by surprise. But
you can now understand, Audrey"--she addressed herself to her
daughter--"how it was that the birthmark and my story deceived you."
"Yes," said Mrs. Shawe, faintly, and sitting down by her husband to
cling to him as if for protection. "And I really believed you; your
manner was so different from your true one."
"I acted a part, my dear, and, although I say it myself, I acted it
very well, as all of you must admit."
"You wouldn't have kept your secret so long had you not worn the
yashmak," Ralph ventured to remark.
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