Chapter XL
Lydia took up her quarters in a quiet hotel in Nice and Mrs.Cole-Mortimer agreed to stay on and chaperon her.
Though she had felt no effects from her terrifying experience on thefirst day, she found herself a nervous wreck when she woke in themorning, and wisely decided to stay in bed.
Jack, who had expected the relapse, called in a doctor, but Lydiarefused to see him. The next day she received the lawyer.
She had only briefly outlined the part which Marcus Stepney had playedin her rescue, but she had said enough to make Jack call at Stepney'shotel to thank him in person. Mr. Stepney, however, was not at home--hehad not been home all night, but this information his discreet informantdid not volunteer. Nor was the disappearance of the _Jungle Queen_noticed for two days. It was Mrs. Cole-Mortimer, in settling up heraccounts with Jack, who mentioned the "yacht."
"The _Jungle Queen_," said Jack, "that's the motor-launch, isn't it?I've seen her lying in the harbour. I thought she was Stepney'sproperty."
His suspicions aroused, he called again at Stepney's hotel, and thistime his inquiry was backed by the presence of a detective. Then it wasmade known that Mr. Stepney had not been seen since the night ofBriggerland's arrest.
"That is where they've gone. Stepney was very keen on the girl, Ithink," said Jack.
The detective was annoyed.
"If I'd known before we could have intercepted them. We have severaldestroyers in the harbour at Villafrance. Now I am afraid it is toolate."
"Where would they make for?" asked Jack.
The officer shrugged his shoulders.
"God knows," he said. "They could get into Italy or into Spain, possiblyBarcelona. I will telegraph the Chief of the Police there."
But the Barcelona police had no information to give. The _Jungle Queen_had not been sighted. The weather was calm, the sea smooth, andeverything favourable for the escape.
Inquiries elicited the fact that Mr. Stepney had bought large quantitiesof petrol a few days before his departure, and had augmented his supplythe evening he had left. Also he had bought provisions in considerablequantities.
The murder was a week old, and Mr. Briggerland had undergone hispreliminary examination, when a wire came through from the Spanishpolice that a motor-boat answering the description of the _Jungle Queen_had called at Malaga, had provisioned, refilled, and put out to seaagain, before the police authorities, who had a description of the pair,had time to investigate.
"You'll think I have a diseased mind," said Lydia, "but I hope she getsaway."
Jack laughed.
"If you had been with her much longer, Lydia, she would have turned youinto a first-class criminal," he said. "I hope you do not forget thatshe has exactly a hundred thousand pounds of yours--in other words, asixth of your fortune."
Lydia shook her head.
"That is almost a comforting thought," she said. "I know she is what sheis, Jack, but her greatest crime is that she was born six hundred yearstoo late. If she had lived in the days of the Italian Renaissance shewould have made history."
"Your sympathy is immoral," said Jack. "By the way, Briggerland has beenhanded over to the Italian authorities. The crime was committed onItalian soil and that saves his head from falling into the basket."
She shuddered.
"What will they do to him?"
"He'll be imprisoned for life," was the reply "and I rather think that'sa little worse than the guillotine. You say you worry for Jean--I'mrather sorry for old man Briggerland. If he hadn't tried to live up tohis daughter he might have been a most respectable member of society."
They were strolling through the quaint, narrow streets of Grasse, andJack, who knew and loved the town, was showing her sights which made herforget that the Perfumerie Factory, the Mecca of the average tourist,had any existence.
"I suppose I'll have to settle down now," she said with an expression ofdistaste.
"I suppose you will," said Jack, "and you'll have to settle up, too;your legal expenses are something fierce."
"Why do you say that?" she asked, stopping in her walk and looking athim gravely.
"I am speaking as your mercenary lawyer," said Jack.
"You are trying to put your service on another level," she corrected. "Iowe everything I have to you. My fortune is the least of these. I oweyou my life three times over."
"Four," he corrected, "and to Marcus Stepney once."
"Why have you done so much for me? Were you interested?" she asked aftera pause.
"Very," he replied. "I was interested in you from the moment I saw youstep out of Mr. Mordon's taxi into the mud, but I was especiallyinterested in you----"
"When?" she asked.
"When I sat outside your door night after night and discovered youdidn't snore," he said shamelessly, and she went red.
"I hope you'll never refer to your old Jaggs's adventures. It wasvery----"
"What?"
"I was going to say horrid, but I shouldn't be telling the truth," sheadmitted frankly. "I liked having you there. Poor Mrs. Morgan will bedisconsolate when she discovers that we've lost our lodger."
They walked into the cool of the ancient cathedral and sat down.
"There's something very soothing about a church, isn't there?" hewhispered. "Look at that gorgeous window. If I were ever rich enough tomarry the woman I loved, I should be married in a cathedral like this,full of old tombs and statues and stained glass."
"How rich would you have to be?" she asked.
"As rich as she is."
She bent over toward him, her lips against his ear.
"Tell me how much money you have," she whispered, "and I'll give awayall I have in excess of that amount."
He caught her hand and held it fast, and they sat there before the altarof St. Catherine until the sun went down and the disapproving old womanwho acted as the cathedral's caretaker tapped them on the shoulder.
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