Detective and mystery stories; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Missing persons -- Fiction
After a while, with two or three gasps, she came to herself. Lake had
been railing on all this time, and his voice, which, in ill-temper, was
singularly bleak and terrible, was again in her ears the moment she
recovered her hearing.
'I do not care to quarrel; there are many reasons why we should not,'
Lake said in his peculiar tones. 'You have some of my secrets, and you
must have more; it can't be helped, and, I say, you _must_. I've been
very foolish. I'll give up play. It has brought me to this. I've had to
sell out. I've paid away all I could, and given bills for the rest; but I
can't possibly pay them, don't you see; and if things go to the worst, I
tell you I'll not stay. I don't want to make my bow just yet, and I've no
wish to injure you; but I'll do as I have said (he swore again), and
Chelford shall have a distinct statement under my hand of everything that
has happened. I don't suppose you wish to be accessory to all this, and
therefore it behoves you, Rachel, to do what you can to prevent it. One
woman can always influence another, and you are constantly with Dorcas.
You'll do all you can; I'm sure you will; and you can do a great deal. I
know it; I'll do as much for you, Radie! Anything you like.'
For the first time her brother stood before her in a really terrible
shape; she felt his villainy turning with a cowardly and merciless
treason upon her forlorn self. Sacrificed for him, and that sacrifice
used by him to torture, to extort, perhaps to ruin. She quailed for a
minute in the presence of this gigantic depravity and cruelty. But Rachel
was a brave lass, and rallied quickly.
'After all I have done and suffered!' said she, with a faint smile of
unimaginable bitterness; 'I did not think that human wickedness could
produce such a brother as you are.'
'Well, it is no news what you think of me, and not much matter, either. I
don't see that I am a worse brother than you are a sister.' Stanley Lake
was speaking with a livid intensity. 'You see how I'm placed; a ruined
man, with a pistol to my head; what you can do to save me may amount to
nothing, but it may be everything, and you say you won't try! Now I say
you _shall_, and with every energy and faculty you possess, or else abide
the consequences.'
'And I tell you, Sir,' replied Rachel, 'I know you; you are capable of
anything but of hurting yourself. I'll never be your slave; though, if I
pleased, I might make you mine. I scorn your threats--I defy you.'
Stanley Lake looked transported, and the yellow fires of his deep-set
eyes glared on her, while his lips moved to speak, but not a word came,
and it became a contortion; he grasped the switch in his hand as if to
strike her.
'Take care, Sir, Lord Chelford's coming,' said the young lady, haughtily,
with a contracted glance of horror fixed on Lake.
Lake collected himself. He was a man who could do it pretty quickly; but
he had been violently agitated, and the traces of his fury could not
disappear in a moment.
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