CHAPTER XVI.
BAMBINO IN THE HOSPITAL.
Mr. Mole was in the accident ward, and many poor wretches were sighingand groaning around him.
In the next bed on the right-hand side was a man who appeared in acomatose state.
Calling the nurse he said, "What is the matter with that man there?"
"He is dying," was the reply.
"Is that so?"
"It's a case of suicide. He was the Italian valet of an Englishnobleman, they say."
"What is the nobleman's name?"
"Lord Maltravers."
Mr. Mole, at this announcement, gave a start which nearly displaced thesplints around his leg.
"Bambino!" he ejaculated.
As he said this; the man in a dying condition looked up with wide-openeyes.
The mention of his name seemed to have aroused him from the state ofstupor into which he was plunged.
"Yes. I am Bambino," he said, in a faint voice. "Who calls me?"
"I," replied Mole.
"Who are you? My eyes are dim. I cannot see you. All is a blank."
"A friend."
"What would you with me, friend?"
"Who shot you?"
This was a random question on the part of the professor, but it touchedthe right chord.
"My master," replied Bambino, for it was he, and Mr. Mole by a strangefatality had been placed in the same ward and in the bed next to thescoundrel.
"Why did he shoot you?"
"Because he was going to marry a young lady in New York and I told himhe had a wife alive and that it would be bigamy. I wanted money to keepquiet and he would not give it me. Then I threatened to produce thefirst wife, so he shot me."
The nurse was standing by, listening to the strange conversation.
"Did you hear that?" inquired Mole.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Pay particular attention to it if you please, as it is of the utmostimportance to a friend of mine and you will be required possibly as awitness."
"Who is this first wife?" pursued Mole, "and what is her name?"
"A French woman, Adele Bellefontaine, living with Madame Vesta Levine,the clairvoyant, in New York city!"
The heavy lids fell down over the eyes and the man lapsed into a stateof semi-consciousness.
It was then about nine o'clock in the evening.
If the professor's leg had not been broken, he would have got up andhastened to the Continental Hotel to apprise Jack Harkaway of thatwhich would have been amply sufficient to stop the impending marriageon the morrow between Lena Van Hoosen and Lord Maltravers.
The next day they were to be married and if ever that marriage tookplace, Jack's heart would be broken.
Bambino's utterances were not the ravings of delirium, far from it; hespoke coherently enough, and had given sufficient information to enableJack to stop the marriage.
Adele Bellefontaine--Madame Vesta Levine, the clairvoyant--that wasenough.
Surely there could be no difficulty in finding either or both of them.
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