Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"Yes. I know why you acted as you did. It was to save me from grief.
And if my father is guilty," said the girl, shivering, "it certainly
will be the greatest grief of my life, as you said in the letter. How
can I marry you should my father turn out to be a murderer?"
"My darling"--Ralph held her to his heart--"I don't visit the sins of
the father on the child. If he murdered a dozen women I should still
make you my wife; and I wish you would leave the whole of this
horrible affair alone and marry me at once."
"Unless my father can exonerate himself I shall have to leave it
alone. I dare not go on with a matter which involves his honour."
"And more than that. It involves his liberty and life, and--hush!"
He stopped short to listen, and Audrey listened also. It seemed for
the moment, so still were they, that they had been changed into stone.
"It's a ring at the front door," said Ralph, anxiously.
"Don't bring anyone in," pleaded Audrey, hastily letting down her
veil.
"Trust me," replied Ralph, and left the room. He had only been gone
two minutes and Audrey heard him open the door, when there came the
sound of a loud and domineering voice. The girl recognised it at once.
"Oh"--she clasped her hands and shrank against the wall--"my father!"
It was indeed Sir Joseph who burst into the room, looking as furious
as a mad bull. Ralph was trying to detain him, but in vain. "I'll
break your head if you try to stop me," bellowed Sir Joseph, who was
beside himself with rage. "Oh, there you are, you shameless girl. It
is no use your hiding your face with that veil. I know you. I have
followed you here."
"And what if you have?" demanded Audrey, throwing up the veil and
looking at the intruder with flashing eyes.
"What if I have--what if I have," roared her father, clenching his big
hands. "You jade, do you ask me that when I find you here in this
scoundrel's rooms at ten o'clock in the evening?"
Ralph closed the door with a crash and faced the millionaire. "I am
not a scoundrel."
"You are. Because I declined to allow you to see Audrey at my house
you have decoyed her here."
"I came here of my own free will," said Audrey, who was deadly pale
but quite firm.
"Then you go away at my free will," said her father, advancing. "I
have a cab below. Come away at once. Oh, you minx! You little thought
that I told Ranger to watch you." (Ranger was one of Sir Joseph's
footmen.) "Yes, he did watch you, and by my orders. He saw you leave
the house, and followed you to hear you tell the cabman to drive to
the Temple. When he informed me I guessed that you had come to see
this--this--" Branwin could not think of a name bad enough to call
this barrister, so contented himself by shaking his fist furiously.
"You set one of your servants to spy on your daughter?" said Audrey,
with a look of profound scorn.
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