“He will not escape the law here; but to proceed——”
“Yes—yes!”
“Stukely received the last dying messages from the lips of Saviola, and some little time afterward took them to his widow in Geneva. There, passing himself off for Anglesea—undetected, unsuspected by her, he delivered his credentials, and won her confidence. But, when he saw the beautiful young widow, he dared to think of her in a manner that should have brought down upon him severe chastisement.”
“How? What?” demanded the earl, in an excited voice.
“Calm yourself, Enderby. Be patient, my friend. Here is our hotel. Shall we go in?”
“No! no! I cannot go indoors now! Let us walk here where the night air cools my head—unless you are tired, Force?”
“No, I am not tired. We will walk on a little way.”
“Well, go on!”
“With an artful delicacy, with sham sympathy, he approached the subject, and told Saviola’s widow that she was, in fact, no widow at all; that her marriage with the late prince was null and void from the first, because it had been celebrated at Kelton, in Cumberland, England, instead of at Kilton, in ——shire, Scotland. He manufactured plenty of false evidence to prove his falsehood to be truth, and then—and then——”
“What? what?”