"It is a feasible idea, certainly," said Bella musingly, and astonished
at the knowledge of the negro, quite forgetting that he had been
educated at Oxford; "but where the jewels came from, matters little.
What we have to find out, is where they are, and Mr. Pence----"
"I shall see this man," interrupted Durgo quietly; "he may lie to
others: he will tell the truth to me."
"No violence," warned Bella anxiously.
Durgo nodded. "I fear your police too much," said he, with an ironical
grin, and strode out of the house, looking more burly and defiant than
ever. Bella had regretted her employment of his services, but what else
could she do when so much was at stake? Bella wished to marry Cyril,
and, to do so, desired to be certain that she was not Captain Huxham's
daughter. The papers--if her wild surmise was correct--would prove if
what Pence said was true. Then, since Cyril's father had not murdered
her father--she put it in this confused way--she would be able to marry
her lover with a clear conscience. That he might be the son of an
assassin troubled her very little. To get her way after the manner of a
woman deeply in love, she would have set the world on fire, or would
have wrecked the solar system. And in placing the safety of Pence in the
hands of a semi-civilised negro, she undoubtedly was risking his life.
But she did not care, so long as she attained to the knowledge which she
was confident he possessed.
It will be seen that Bella Huxham was no Sunday-school angel, or even
the amiable heroine of a _Family Herald_ novelette, who never by any
chance does wrong. She was simply an average girl, with good instincts,
brought up so far as school-training was concerned in a conventional
way. At home no one had taught her to discern right from wrong, and,
like the ordinary healthy young animal of the human race, she had not
passed through sufficient sorrow to make her inquire into the truths of
religion. Bella needed trouble to train her into a good, brave woman,
and she was certainly getting the training now. But she made mistakes,
as was natural, considering her inexperience.
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