Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"Exactly! The doctor said that if she were educated, or if her brain
was subjected to any strain, her homicidal mania would be intensified.
Out of sheer pity for the unfortunate girl, I have had her kept in
ignorance."
"I see!" said Haskins, thinking that the excuse was extremely skilful.
"Then Mr. Arnold taught her nothing?"
Rebb started; the cigar fell from his fingers, and he turned pale. The
mention of the name evidently worried him not a little. "What do you
know of Mr. Arnold?" he demanded.
"Only that he is, or was, Mavis' tutor in some sort of odd way. And
that reminds me: Mrs. Jennings of the Prince's Head gave me a message
for you, Major. Mr. Arnold, she says, has returned from Australia, and
is in the neighborhood."
"Stale news, Haskins," said Rebb, recovering his wits. "Geary found
out, at least a week ago, that Arnold was traveling round the country,
in a kind of gipsy caravan, selling books. It was about Arnold that
Geary wrote to me. I came down to see into the matter, as Arnold is a
rascal. But I also learned on my arrival, from Bellaria, that you had
been taking an interest in my affairs!" And he sneered.
"In the affairs of the woman I hope to make my wife!" said Gerald
imperturbably.
Rebb rose stiffly. "Mr. Haskins," he said, in a most ceremonious
manner, "had you come to me in the first place, and without acting in
this underhand manner, I should have told you that such a marriage is
impossible. I tell you so now, and beg to end this interview."
Gerald rose also. "As you please, Major Rebb. After all," he paused at
the door, "six thousand a year is worth fighting for."
Rebb gasped, again turned pale, and fell back into his chair.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS.
"Do you still wish me to go?" inquired Gerald politely, and half
opening the sitting-room door.
"No," cried Rebb sharply. "Shut that door again and explain yourself."
Haskins returned to his seat. "Does what I say need explanation?"
"Certainly. You insinuate that my income has to do with Mavis."
"You place the matter in a nutshell, Major. It has."
Rebb rose again, with the look of a man at bay. "You dare to----"
"I dare anything in the cause of Mavis," interrupted Gerald
imperiously. "Don't make any mistake about my attitude, Major Rebb. If
you act honestly, I am here as your friend; but if you declare war I
am willing to accept your challenge."
If a look could have slain the bold speaker, Haskins would have
dropped dead where he stood; but he bore Rebb's fierce gaze without
flinching, and waited for him to speak. The Major made a gigantic
effort, and gained control of himself sufficiently to open his mouth
for a quiet question. "Where did you learn this?" he demanded.
"From the will of Captain Julian Durham at Somerset House."
"Indeed! More spying!" sneered the other, but his lip quivered.
Haskins shrugged his shoulders, and took scarcely any notice of the
insult. "That is a weak speech to make," he remarked.
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