The Law and The Lady (Thriller Classic). Уилки Коллинз

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СКАЧАТЬ was too distressed to say much. He fervently pressed my hand; he fervently thanked God that my father had not lived to hear what he had heard. Then, after a pause, he repeated my motherin-law’s name to himself in a doubting, questioning tone. “Macallan?” he said. “Macallan? Where have I heard that name? Why does it sound as if it wasn’t strange to me?”

      He gave up pursuing the lost recollection, and asked, very earnestly, what he could do for me. I answered that he could help me, in the first place, to put an end to the doubt — an unendurable doubt to me — whether I were lawfully married or not. His energy of the old days when he had conducted my father’s business showed itself again the moment I said those words.

      “Your carriage is at the door, my dear,” he answered. “Come with me to my own lawyer, without wasting another moment.”

      We drove to Lincoln’s Inn Fields.

      At my request Benjamin put my case to the lawyer as the case of a friend in whom I was interested. The answer was given without hesitation. I had married, honestly believing my husband’s name to be the name under which I had known him. The witnesses to my marriage — my uncle, my aunt, and Benjamin — had acted, as I had acted, in perfect good faith. Under those circumstances, there was no doubt about the law. I was legally married. Macallan or Woodville, I was his wife.

      This decisive answer relieved me of a heavy anxiety. I accepted my old friend’s invitation to return with him to St. John’s Wood, and to make my luncheon at his early dinner.

      On our way back I reverted to the one other subject which was now uppermost in my mind. I reiterated my resolution to discover why Eustace had not married me under the name that was really his own.

      My companion shook his head, and entreated me to consider well beforehand what I proposed doing. His advice to me — so strangely do extremes meet! — was my motherin-law’s advice, repeated almost word for word. “Leave things as they are, my dear. In the interest of your own peace of mind be satisfied with your husband’s affection. You know that you are his wife, and you know that he loves you. Surely that is enough?”

      I had but one answer to this. Life, on such conditions as my good friend had just stated, would be simply unendurable to me. Nothing could alter my resolution — for this plain reason, that nothing could reconcile me to living with my husband on the terms on which we were living now. It only rested with Benjamin to say whether he would give a helping hand to his master’s daughter or not.

      The old man’s answer was thoroughly characteristic of him.

      “Mention what you want of me, my dear,” was all he said.

      We were then passing a street in the neighbourhood of Portman Square. I was on the point of speaking again, when the words were suspended on my lips. I saw my husband.

      He was just descending the steps of a house — as if leaving it after a visit. His eyes were on the ground: he did not look up when the-carriage passed. As the servant closed the door behind him, I noticed that the number of the house was Sixteen. At the next corner I saw the name of the street. It was Vivian Place.

      “Do you happen to know who lives at Number Sixteen Vivian Place?” I inquired of my companion.

      Benjamin started. My question was certainly a strange one, after what he had just said to me.

      “No,” he replied. “Why do you ask?”

      “I have just seen Eustace leaving that house.”

      “Well, my dear, and what of that?”

      “My mind is in a bad way, Benjamin. Everything my husband does that I don’t understand rouses my suspicion now.”

      Benjamin lifted his withered old hands, and let them drop on his knees again in mute lamentation over me.

      “I tell you again,” I went on, “my life is unendurable to me. I won’t answer for what I may do if I am left much longer to live in doubt of the one man on earth whom I love. You have had experience of the world. Suppose you were shut out from Eustace’s confidence, as I am? Suppose you were as fond of him as I am, and felt your position as bitterly as I feel it — what would you do?”

      The question was plain. Benjamin met it with a plain answer.

      “I think I should find my way, my dear, to some intimate friend of your husband’s,” he said, “and make a few discreet inquiries in that quarter first.”

      Some intimate friend of my husband’s? I considered with myself. There was but one friend of his whom I knew of — my uncle’s correspondent, Major Fitz-David. My heart beat fast as the name recurred to my memory. Suppose I followed Benjamin’s advice? Suppose I applied to Major Fitz-David? Even if he, too, refused to answer my questions, my position would not be more helpless than it was now. I determined to make the attempt. The only difficulty in the way, so far, was to discover the Major’s address. I had given back his letter to Doctor Starkweather, at my uncle’s own request. I remembered that the address from which the Major wrote was somewhere in London — and I remembered no more.

      “Thank you, old friend; you have given me an idea already,” I said to Benjamin. “Have you got a Directory in your house?”

      “No, my dear,” he rejoined, looking very much puzzled. “But I can easily send out and borrow one.”

      We returned to the villa. The servant was sent at once to the nearest stationer’s to borrow a Directory. She returned with the book just as we sat down to dinner. Searching for the Major’s name under the letter F, I was startled by a new discovery.

      “Benjamin!” I said. “This is a strange coincidence. Look here!”

      He looked where I pointed. Major Fitz-David’s address was Number Sixteen Vivian Place — the very house which I had seen my husband leaving as we passed in the carriage!

Chapter VII.

       ON THE WAY TO THE MAJOR

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      “Yes,” said Benjamin. “It is a coincidence certainly. Still — ”

      He stopped and looked at me. He seemed a little doubtful how I might receive what he had it in his mind to say to me next.

      “Go on,” I said.

      “Still, my dear, I see nothing suspicious in what has happened,” he resumed. “To my mind it is quite natural that your husband, being in London, should pay a visit to one of his friends. And it’s equally natural that we should pass through Vivian Place on our way back here. This seems to be the reasonable view. What do you say?”

      “I have told you already that my mind is in a bad way about Eustace,” I answered. “I say there is some motive at the bottom of his visit to Major Fitz-David. It is not an ordinary call. I am firmly convinced it is not an ordinary call!”

      “Suppose we get on with our dinner?” said Benjamin, resignedly. “Here is a loin of mutton, my dear — an ordinary loin of mutton. Is there anything suspicious in that? Very well, then. Show me you have confidence in the mutton; please eat. СКАЧАТЬ