The Stretton Street Affair. William Le Queux

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      “My poor niece!” Mr. De Gex said breathlessly. “She—she has been subject to fits of hysteria. The doctor has warned her of her heart. You heard her cries. I—I believe she’s dead!”

      We both moved to the bed, my host still supporting me. I bent cautiously and listened, but I could hear no sound of breathing. Her heart has ceased to beat!

      He took a hand mirror from the dressing-table and held it over her mouth. When he withdrew it it remained unclouded.

      “She’s dead—dead!” he exclaimed. “And—well, I am in despair. First, my wife defies me—and now poor Gabrielle is dead! How would you feel?”

      “I really don’t know,” I whispered.

      “Come back with me into the library,” he urged. “We can’t speak here. I—well—I want to be perfectly frank with you.”

      And he conducted me back to the room where we had been seated together.

      I had resumed my seat much puzzled and excited by the tragedy that had occurred—the sudden death of my host’s niece.

      “Now, look here,” exclaimed Mr. De Gex, standing upon the hearthrug, his sallow face pale and drawn. “Your presence here is most opportune. You must render me assistance in this unfortunate affair, Mr. Garfield. I feel that I can trust you, and I—well, I hope you can trust me in return. Will you consent to help me?”

      “In what way?” I asked.

      “I’m in a hole—a desperate hole,” he said very anxiously. “Poor Gabrielle has died, but if it gets out that her death is sudden, then there must be a coroner’s inquiry with all its publicity—photographs in the picture-papers, and, perhaps, all sorts of mud cast at me. I want to avoid all this—and you alone can help me!”

      “How?” I inquired, much perturbed by the tragic occurrence.

      “By giving a death certificate.”

      “But I’m not a doctor!”

      “You can pass as one,” he said, looking very straight at me. “Besides, it is so easy for you to write out a certificate and sign it, with a change of your Christian name. There is a Gordon Garfield in the ’Medical List.’ Won’t you do it for me, and help me out of a very great difficulty? Do! I implore you,” he urged.

      “But—I—I——”

      “Please do not hesitate. You have only to give the certificate. Here is pen and paper. And here is a blank form. My niece died of heart disease, for which you have attended her several times during the past six months.”

      “I certainly have not!”

      “No,” he replied, grinning. “I am aware of that. But surely five thousand pounds is easily earned by writing out a certificate. I’ll write it—you only just copy it,” and he bent and scribbled some words upon a slip of paper.

      Five thousand pounds! It was a tempting offer in face of the fact that I had just lost practically a similar sum.

      “But how do I know that Miss——”

      “Miss Engledue,” he said.

      “Well, how do I know that Miss Engledue has not—well, has not met with foul play?” I asked.

      “You don’t, my dear sir. That I admit. Yet you surely do not suspect me of murdering my niece—the girl I have brought up as my own daughter,” and he laughed grimly. “Five thousand pounds is a decent sum,” he added. “And in this case you can very easily earn it.”

      “By posing as a medical man,” I remarked. “A very serious offence!”

      Again my host smiled, and shrugged his shoulders.

      “Well,” he said, after a pause. “Here is the certificate for you to copy. Reject my offer if you like; but I think you must agree that it is a most generous one. To me, money is but little object. My only concern is the annoying publicity which a coroner’s inquiry must bring.”

      I confess that I was wavering. The shrewd, clever man at once realized the position, and again he conducted me to the chamber where the young girl was lying cold and still.

      I shall ever recollect that beautiful face, white and cold like chiselled marble it seemed, for rigor mortis was apparently already setting in.

      Back again in the library Oswald De Gex took from his safe a bundle of hundred-pound Bank of England notes, and counted them out—fifty of them.

      He held them in his hand with a sheet of blank notepaper bearing an address in Queen Anne Street, Cavendish Square, and a blank form. Thus he tempted me—and—and at last I fell!

      When I had written and signed the certificate, he handed me the bundle of notes.

      I now remember that, at that moment, he took some pastilles from his pocket and placed one in his mouth. I thought perhaps they were throat lozenges. Of a sudden, however, the atmosphere seemed to be overpoweringly oppressive with the odour of heliotrope. It seemed a house of subtle perfumes!

      The effect upon me was that of delirious intoxication. I could hear nothing and I could think of nothing.

      My senses were entirely confused, and I became utterly dazed.

      What did it all mean?

      I only know that I placed the wad of bank notes in the inner pocket of my waistcoat, and that I was talking to the millionaire when, of a sudden, my brain felt as though it had suddenly become frozen.

      The scent of verbena became nauseating—even intoxicating. But upon Oswald De Gex, who was still munching his pastille, the odour apparently had no effect.

      All I recollect further is that I sank suddenly into a big arm-chair, while my host’s face grinned demoniacally in complete satisfaction. I slowly lapsed into blank unconsciousness.

      Little did I at the time dream with what amazing cleverness the trap into which I had fallen had been baited.

      But what happened to me further I will endeavour to describe to you.

CHAPTER THE SECOND

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THE SISTER’S STORY

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      A strange sensation crept over me, for I suddenly felt that my brain, dazed by that subtle odour of pot-pourri, was slowly unclouding—ever so slowly—until, to my СКАЧАТЬ