She intended to secure my silence regarding the tragedy. Was it because
that she herself was the actual assassin? I remembered that while I had
reclined upon the silken couch in that house of mystery this startling
suspicion had crossed my mind. Was that same cool, sympathetic palm
that had twice soothed my brow the hand of a murderess?
"But there has been a terrible crime--a double crime committed," I
protested. "Surely, the police should know!"
"No; all knowledge must be kept from them," she answered decisively. "I
wish you to understand me perfectly from the outset. I have sought you
here in order to rescue you from this place, because you have
unwittingly fallen the victim of a most dastardly plot. You are blind,
defenceless, helpless, therefore all who have not hearts of stone must
have compassion upon you. Yet if I rescue you, and allow you to go
forth again into the world, you may, if you make a statement to the
police, be the means of bringing upon me a catastrophe, dire and
complete."
Every word of hers showed that guilt was upon her. Had I not heard the
swish of her skirts as she crept from the room after striking down that
unknown man so swiftly and silently that he died without a word?
"And if I promise to remain mute?"
"If you promise," she said, "I will accept it only on one further
condition."
"And what's that?"
"One which I know you will have some hesitation in accepting; yet, like
the first, it is absolutely imperative."
Her voice showed traces of extreme anxiety, and the slim hand upon my
arm trembled.
She was young, I knew, but was she beautiful? I felt instinctively that
she was, and conjured up within myself a vision of a refined face,
perfect in its tragic beauty, like that of Van Dyck's Madonna that I had
seen in the Pitti Palace at Florence in those well-remembered days when
I looked upon the world, and it had given me such pleasure.
"Your words are very puzzling," I said gravely. "Tell me what it is
that you would have me do."
"It is not difficult," she answered, "yet the curious character of my
request will, I feel, cause you to hold back with a natural caution. It
will sound strange; nevertheless, here, before I put the suggestion
before you, I give you my word of honour, as a woman who fears her God,
that no undue advantage shall be taken of your promise."
"Well, explain what you mean."
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