Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Trials (Murder) -- Fiction
"Only you, Rover, knew what kind of a dress your wife was to wear at
the ball," he said judicially; "only you could have had a similar one
made--so as to get her into trouble, I expect."
"Another person knew," cried Dolly, with a flash of triumph in his
china-blue eyes. "Yes. I asked Haken to come to the ball to
remonstrate with Constance about her love for Shepworth. He is
godfather to Constance, as you know. I was aware that Constance would
try to dodge Haken, as she didn't want to be scolded, so I described
her dress to him that there might be no mistake. Haken was at the
ball, Lord Prelice. Why don't you accuse him?"
The young man sneered, although he felt distinctly nervous at the many
proofs accumulating against his uncle. "Haken had no reason to get
Shepworth into trouble; you had."
"Nothing would have pleased me better; but I should have stopped short
of putting my neck into a noose, and I did. I tell you again that I
don't know how that domino-frock thing came to be in my cupboard; that
I never entered Shepworth's flat, as I certainly could not do so,
without a key; and that I was the man in the black silk domino who
gave the alarm. And when I entered the flat then, you had left the
door open."
All this explanation was perfectly natural, and Dolly gave it with
such an air of truth that Prelice was reluctantly obliged to believe
him. The young man threw the domino over his shoulder, and moved to
the door. "I shall take this with me," he said curtly.
"And see the police?" asked Rover, with twinkling eyes.
"No. Not at present."
"Not at any time, if you value your uncle's liberty."
"What do you mean?" Prelice faced round sharply.
"I mean nothing, as I know nothing. But there is as much evidence
against Haken as against me, and if you accuse me I shall accuse him.
How will Lady Sophia like a scandal of that sort? Eh?"
Prelice turned away without vouchsafing a reply. "I shall see you
again, Constance," he said coldly.
"You shall not see her until Shepworth marries Mona Chent," snapped
the venomous little husband; "and I shall move heaven and earth to
bring that about."
"You will need to," retorted Prelice, remembering his engagement and
thinking how angry Dolly would be when he learned the truth. "And let
me tell you, Rover, that if you ill-treat your wife I shall make it my
business to thrash you."
Dolly drew back, and snarled, but seemed distinctly afraid. Prelice,
with a nod to the unhappy wife, passed from the room, and out of the
flat. He felt distinctly nervous about Simon Haken.
CHAPTER XXI.
A POSSIBLE SCANDAL.
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