Trevor had to be content with this reply. He took
Merton, when they arrived, into the smoking-room, rang for tea, and ‘squared his sister,’ as he said, in the drawing-room. The pair were dining out, and after a solitary dinner, Merton (in a tea-gown) occupied himself with literary composition. He put his work in a large envelope, sealed it, marked it with a St. Andrew’s cross, and, when Trevor returned, asked him to put it in his safe. ‘Two days after to-morrow, if I do not appear, you must open the envelope and read the contents,’ he said.
After luncheon on the following day—a wet day—Miss Trevor and Merton (who was still arrayed as Mrs. Lumley) went out shopping. Miss Trevor then drove off to pay a visit (Merton could not let her know his next move), and he himself, his veil down, took a four-wheeled cab, and drove to Madame Claudine’s. He made one or two purchases, and then asked for the head of the establishment, an Irish lady. To her he confided that he had to break a piece of distressing family news to Miss Markham, of the cloak department; that young lady was summoned; Madame Claudine, with a face of sympathy, ushered them into her private room, and went off to see a customer. Miss Markham was pale and trembling; Merton himself felt agitated.
‘Is it about my father, or—’ the girl asked.
‘Pray be calm,’ said Merton. ‘Sit down. Both are well.’
The girl started. ‘Your voice—’ she said.
‘Exactly,’ said Merton; ‘you know me.’ And taking off his glove, he showed a curious mediæval ring, familiar to his friends. ‘I could get at you in
no other way than this,’ he said, ‘and it was absolutely necessary to see you.’
‘What is it? I know it is about my father,’ said the girl.
‘He has done us a great service,’ said Merton soothingly. He had guessed what the ‘distressing circumstances’ were in which the marquis had been restored to life. Perhaps the reader guesses? A discreet person, who has secretly to take charge of a corpse of pecuniary value, adopts certain measures (discovered by the genius of ancient Egypt), for its preservation. These measures, doubtless, had revived the marquis, who thus owed his life to his kidnapper.