William Le Queux - Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo стр 6.

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Do you, then, deny that you have ever met a man named Charles Benton? demanded the young fellow, raising his voice. Perhaps, however, that is a bitter memory, Mademoiselleeh?

The strikingly handsome woman pursed her lips. There was a strange look in her eyes. For several moments she did not speak. It was clear that the sudden appearance of the dead mans son had utterly unnerved her. What could he know concerning Charles Benton? How much of the affair did he suspect?

I have met many people, Mr.erMr. Henfrey, she replied quietly at last. I may have met somebody named Benton.

Ah! I see, the young man said. It is a memory that you do not wish to recall any more than that of my dead father.

Your father was a good man. Benton was not.

Ah! Then you admit knowing both of them, Mademoiselle, cried Hugh quickly.

Yes. IwellI may as well admit it! Why, indeed, should I seek to hide the truthfrom you, she said in a changed voice. Pardon me. I was very upset at receiving the card. Pardon mewill you not?

I will not, unless you tell me the truth concerning my fathers death and his iniquitous will left concerning myself. I am here to ascertain that, Mademoiselle, he said in a hard voice.

And if I tell youwhat then? she asked with knit brows.

If you tell me, then I am prepared to promise you on oath secrecy concerning yourselfprovided you allow me to punish those who are responsible. Remember, my father died by foul means. And you know it!

The woman faced him boldly, but she was very pale.

So that is a promise? she asked. You will protect meyou will be silent regarding meyou swear to be soifif I tell you something. I repeat that your father was a good man. I held him in the highest esteem, andandafter allit is but right that you, his son, should know the truth.

Thank you Mademoiselle. I will protect you if you will only reveal to me the devilish plot which resulted in his untimely end, Hugh assured her.

Again she knit her brows and reflected for a few moments. Then in a low, intense, unnatural voice she said:

Listen, Mr. Henfrey. I feel that, after all, my conscience would be relieved if I revealed to you the truth. Firstwell, it is no use denying the fact that your father was not exactly the man you and his friends believed him to be. He led a strange dual existence, and I will disclose to you one or two facts concerning his untimely end which will show you how cleverly devised and how cunning was the plothow

At that instant Hugh was startled by a bright flash outside the half-open window, a loud report, followed by a womans shrill shriek of pain.

Then, next moment, ere he could rush forward to save her, Mademoiselle, with the truth upon her lips unuttered, staggered and fell back heavily upon the carpet!

THIRD CHAPTER

IN THE NIGHT

Hugh Henfrey, startled by the sudden shot, shouted for assistance, and then threw himself upon his knees beside the prostrate woman.

From a bullet wound over the right ear blood was slowly oozing and trickling over her white cheek.

Help! Help! he shouted loudly. Mademoiselle has been shot from outside! Help!

In a few seconds the elderly manservant burst into the room in a state of intense excitement.

Quick! cried Hugh. Telephone for a doctor at once. I fear your mistress is dying!

Henfrey had placed his hand upon Mademoiselles heart, but could detect no movement. While the servant dashed to the telephone, he listened for her breathing, but could hear nothing. From the wall he tore down a small circular mirror and held it against her mouth. There was no clouding.

There was every apparent sign that the small blue wound had proved fatal.

Inform the police also! Hugh shouted to the elderly Italian who was at the telephone in the adjoining room. The murderer must be found!

By this time four female servants had entered the room where their mistress was lying huddled and motionless. All of them were in deshabille. Then all became excitement and confusion. Hugh left them to unloosen her clothing and hastened out upon the veranda whereon the assassin must have stood when firing the shot.

Outside in the brilliant Riviera moonlight the scent of a wealth of flowers greeted his nostrils. It was almost bright as day. From the veranda spread a wide, fairy-like view of the many lights of Monte Carlo and La Condamine, with the sea beyond shimmering in the moonlight.

The veranda, he saw, led by several steps down into the beautiful garden, while beyond, a distance of a hundred yards, was the main gate leading to the roadway. The assassin, after taking careful aim and firing, had, no doubt, slipped along, and out of the gate.

But why had Mademoiselle been shot just at the moment when she was about to reveal the secret of his lamented fathers death?

He descended to the garden, where he examined the bushes which cast their dark shadows. But all was silence. The assassin had escaped!

Then he hurried out into the road, but again all was silence. The only hope of discovering the identity of the criminal was by means of the police vigilance. Truth to tell, however, the police of Monte Carlo are never over anxious to arrest a criminal, because Monte Carlo attracts the higher criminal class of both sexes from all over Europe. If the police of the Principality were constantly making arrests it would be bad advertisement for the Rooms. Hence, though the Monte Carlo police are extremely vigilant and an expert body of officers, they prefer to watch and to give information to the bureaux of police of other countries, so that arrests invariably take place beyond the frontiers of the Principality of Monaco.

It was not long before Doctor Leneveu, a short, stout, bald-headed little man, well known to habitues of the Rooms, among whom he had a large practice, entered the house of Mademoiselle and was greeted by Hugh. The latter briefly explained the tragic circumstances, whereupon the little doctor at once became fussy and excited.

Having ordered everyone out of the room except Henfrey, he bent and made an examination of the prostrate woman.

Ah! msieur, he said, the unfortunate lady has certainly been shot at close quarters. The wound is, I tell you at once, extremely dangerous, he added, after a searching investigation. But she is still alive, he declared. Yesshe is still breathing.

Still alive! gasped Henfrey. Thats excellent! II feared that she was dead!

No. She still breathes, the doctor replied. But, tell me exactly what has occurred. First, however, we will get them to remove her upstairs. I will telephone to my colleague Duponteil, and we will endeavour to extract the bullet.

But will she recover, doctor? asked Hugh eagerly in French. What do you think?

The little man became serious and shook his head gravely.

Ah! msieur, that I cannot say, was his reply. She is in a very grave statevery! And the brain may be affected.

Hugh held his breath. Surely Yvonne Ferad was not to die with the secret upon her lips!

At the doctors orders the servants were about to remove their mistress to her room when two well-dressed men of official aspect entered. They were officers of the Bureau of Police.

Stop! cried the elder, who was the one in authority, a tall, lantern-jawed man with a dark brown beard and yellow teeth. Do not touch that lady! What has happened here?

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