Then he mounted his horse and galloped away in the morning sunshine, back to The Oaks, to break the sad news.
CHAPTER XII.
THE FIRST MOVE.
As soon as possible Doctor Danton broke the intelligence to Violet of her mother’s strange and mysterious disappearance.
The poor girl listened to the story with a heart crushed and aching. She had hoped so much when she had discovered that her mother was still living; and now, to find that her fate was shrouded in awful mystery, seemed more than she could bear.
Doctor Danton had concluded that it would be best to tell Violet all, to keep nothing back. So he told her of the detective’s discovery, and the slippers were at once identified by her as belonging to her mother.
Had Violet Arleigh told her kind friend, the doctor, of all that had taken place between Gilbert Warrington and herself, and the promise which the villain had exacted from her, everything would have been different, and my story need not be written; but she feared Warrington with a deadly terror which sealed her lips and held her tongue silent. That Gilbert Warrington had kidnapped her mother, Violet did not for a moment doubt; and her heart shrunk at thought of what had taken place. She could see it all in her mind. Gilbert Warrington had driven the carriage away with her mother inside; when they had reached the stream, Rosamond had leaped from the vehicle, and had, no doubt, met her death in the swift, black current below. It would be useless to drag the stream in search of the body, for Violet knew that the bed of the stream was full of deep holes hidden under the fallen logs and drift-wood which had lodged there; and there was a tradition in the country-side that once drawn down by the resistless current into those yawning pits there was no hope for any living creature. So Violet gave up all hope. Her mother was dead; there could be no doubt upon that point, and as such she mourned her; and therefore her grief at the funeral was heartfelt and spontaneous, even though she was well aware that her mother’s body was not in the closed casket covered with flowers which stood in the center of the drawing-room. She only wished that it were true; since God had taken her mother from her, she felt that it would be a sad consolation to follow the dear remains to their last resting-place in the pretty, old-fashioned grave-yard not far from The Oaks.
The funeral was over, and the household settled down into mournful quiet once more. Mrs. Rutledge felt greatly relieved as to her own future, for she had secretly feared a breaking up of everything at The Oaks; but the old lawyer who had been Mrs. Arleigh’s adviser since her husband’s death relieved the lady’s mind by informing her that for the present all would go on as usual.
Violet said nothing; she was bound to silence; but her heart sunk in secret as she realized how uncertain was her own hold upon her childhood’s home; for well she knew that Gilbert Warrington held her in his power.