“Oh!” breathed Jessie, and Lucile’s hand went out instinctively to silence the interruption. “Sh-h!” she warned, but the Frenchman seemed not to have heard and continued his narrative, while his hand beat a nervous tattoo on the arm of the chair.
“I sat fascinated, my eyes fixed strainingly on the face of the lawyer, while he continued to speak, calmly, nonchalantly, as though that of which he spoke were of every-day occurrence. ‘Of course, the good dame screamed, but the next instant her fear turned to terror when the weapon fell from your father’s hand and he reeled, falling upon the ground with a strangling, choking cry, and lay motionless. She thought him dead, but ran for assistance nevertheless. It was some hours before the doctor arrived, and not long afterward your father passed away, quietly and painlessly, for he had lain in a coma since the stroke.’ 100
“‘But, Monsieur,’ I cried, forgetful of his admonition, ‘you say this was a week ago?’ He nodded consent. ‘But I myself but left the chateau three days ago, and Madame Vidaud made no mention of the tragedy to me, who am most concerned.’
“Then it was Cartier’s turn to have surprise. ‘You mean,’ said he, leaning his arm on the table and eyeing me steadily. ‘You mean that you were actually at the chateau three days ago and that the Vidaud woman said nothing to you of your father’s death? Are you sure that it was the right chateau?’
“‘Oui, Monsieur, I am sure,’ said I.
“Then ensued a silence, during which the lawyer seemed to ponder, and I, impatient though I was, must needs respect his silence and await his pleasure.
“‘Aye, it is strange—very strange,’ said he at last, with a thoughtful frown. ‘However, it is only one more snarl in the tangled thread of circumstances, and, with good luck, we ought to be able to get at the root of all this mystery soon. But, my young friend,’ said he, bringing his gaze back from the wall and long line of books and centering it once more upon me, ‘there is one more very important matter which requires our careful consideration.’
“‘And that?’ I cried.
“‘That,’ he continued, ‘is the matter of the will,’ and then, seeing that I was about to interrupt, he continued, quickly, ‘Just a moment, if you please, and you will know everything; then I will be in a position to discuss whys and wherefores. Your father’s last will, the will which I myself drew up about a year ago, is strangely missing. One has been found, however, dating back two years, and in the event of the first will not being found, will, of course, become valid.’
“‘Well?’ said I.