human
Meanwhile, she went on, her face slightly flushed by the effort of speaking,
gpt
Vickers was constantly pressing me for more money, threatening that if he did not get it he would hand me over to the French police. I was desperate, and at last one dark winter's night, when walking with Arthur in one of the quiet streets in Kensington where we would not be recognised, I made a clean breast of my girlish foolishness and my present difficulties. He promised to at once help me, but it was three weeks afterwards when he wrote to me while I was at Ryhall, saying that he had searched the rooms of his fellow-lodger, had found my letters, and was bringing them to me. He had, he said, secretly watched Vickers, and found that he was in association with Parham, Winsloe and Domville in a great ruthless conspiracy of blackmail, and further that he had seen persons enter the house in Clipstone Street and never emerge again! Think of the effect this amazing statement had upon me. Winsloe and Domville were our guests at that moment, and the last-named was your most intimate friend. Three days previously I had received a letter from Vickers demanding that I should meet him in secret in the park, and I had replied making an evening appointment. Then, to Arthur I replied that I would meet him in the afternoon in Charlton Wood, a lonely spot where we had met before, telling him to bring the letters, and to explain everything to me. Well, she said hoarsely, after a pause,
human
But who was the man who fired the fatal shot?
gpt
Your friend, Eric Domville.
human
Eric! I gasped, starting forward.
gpt
Why, he told me that you had killed him. He described in detail how he had been an eye-witness of your crime!
human
Ah, of course! she said, bitterly.
gpt
In order to throw suspicion off himself. But I swear to you, before Heaven, that it was he who killed Arthur Rumbold--they killed him because they knew he had discovered the truth concerning the house in Clipstone Street. Among Vickers's effects Arthur had found certain letters which had given him the clue to the awful truth. Your friend Domville was, you will remember, often absent for long periods in Africa. But I now have reason for knowing that he lived in Paris with Vickers as agent of the gang, and sometimes up in Manchester, where he passed as Charles Denton. Some of his absences from his friends, too, were due to certain periods of imprisonment which he had, from time to time, served. He was not the real Eric Domville, the African traveller, for the latter has his home in Cape Town, and had not been in London for twelve years or so.
human
Sybil, I faltered,
gpt
I cried,
human
For the simple reason that, appalled by the vengeance that they had dealt out to poor Arthur, I sought to escape them. Domville might accuse me of the murder in the wood, or Vickers might give my secret to the Prefect of Paris Police. In either case I would be in deadly peril. I saw one way out of the latter--which seemed to me the secret mode by which they would eventually attack me--and that was to make pretence that I had a husband--that I had hidden myself and married a working-man.
gpt
Why? How did that safeguard you?
human
Because I had discovered that by marriage a woman follows her husband's nationality, so that if I married you I should at once become a British subject, and beyond the influence of French law, was her frank answer.
gpt
Don't you remember that while we were in the north two men called at Neate Street, made inquiries about us, and went away satisfied. They were agents of the French Police, and from what Mrs Williams told them they believed that you were my husband, therefore they went away, hesitating to apply for my arrest. So you see Vickers actually carried out his threat. Since the day after poor Arthur was killed Vickers has been in Germany to dispose of a quantity of stolen jewellery, therefore Domville had no opportunity of telling him the truth that you were posing as my husband, while your friend on his part deemed it to their interests to allow us both to remain in fear and in hiding. Of course I had no knowledge that Domville was aware of your having assumed the character of William Morton, and our position has all along been rendered the more perilous on that account. For us, however, it was most fortunate that Vickers has been abroad and that Domville kept his knowledge to himself. By your aid, Wilfrid, I was saved from those French agents, but now that the secret of Clipstone Street is out I fear that they may discover I am not married, and return. If they do, she sighed,
human
she gasped, terrified,
gpt
I shudder when I think of the awful doom of those unfortunate ones about whom I once gave secret information so innocently. It is horrible-- horrible,
human
Never shall I forget that moment when poor Arthur Rumbold fell dead at my feet--shot down mercilessly because he was in the act of revealing to me the terrible truth, she cried.
gpt
The memory of that ghastly moment lives ever within me--the dead face still stares at me, and I never seem able to get away from it. He had an intuition that his enemies, having found out that he had discovered the grim secret of the house in Clipstone Street, were following him with the intention of killing him in secret. They had obtained his photograph, and intended that he should die. Therefore, knowing that he was followed he had come, ill-dressed and disguised, by a circuitous route to Charlton Wood. Naturally the police, when they found him dead, believed him to be a tramp, while I, of course, was in hourly terror that the letters he had secured from Vickers's rooms and my miniature, which I knew he wore, would be found upon him, and thus connect me with the crime. In breathless dread I existed for days and days, and never knew until now that you had secured them prior to the arrival of the police.
human
You addressed in cipher a message in an advertisement to someone whom you called `Nello,' I said.
gpt
Who was he?
human
The man John Parham. He had always expressed pity for me. To the others he was known as Nello, his real name being Lionel. I was mistaken, however. He was no better than the others. The cipher they had given to me in order that I could communicate with them in secret if occasion demanded.