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Lady Audrey’s Secret
by
“What an eccentric creature you are, Mr. Audley I Do you know that you sometimes puzzle me”
“Not more than you puzzle me, dear aunt.”
My lady put away her colors and sketch book, and seating herself in the deep recess of another window, at a considerable distance from Robert Audley, settled to a large piece of Berlin-wool worka piece of embroidery which the Penelopes of ten or twelve years ago were very fond of exercising their ingenuity uponthe Olden Time at Bolton Abbey.
Seated in the embrasure of this window, my lady was separated from Robert Audley by the whole length of the room, and the young man could only catch an occasional glimpse of her fair face, surrounded by its bright aureole of hazy, golden hair.
Robert Audley had been a week at the Court, but as yet neither he nor my lady had mentioned the name of George Talboys.
This morning, however, after exhausting the usual topics of conversation, Lady Audley made an inquiry about her nephew’s friend; “That Mr. GeorgeGeorge” she said, hesitating.
“Talboys,” suggested Robert.
“Yes, to be sureMr. George Talboys. Rather a singular name, by-the-by, and certainly, by all accounts, a very singular person. Have you seen him lately?”
“I have not seen him since the 7th of September lastthe day upon which he left me asleep in the meadows on the other side of the village.”
“Dear me!” exclaimed my lady, “what a very strange young man this Mr. George Talboys must be! Pray tell me all about it.”
Robert told, in a few words, of his visit to Southampton and his journey to Liverpool, with their different results, my lady listening very attentively.
In order to tell this story to better advantage, the young man left his chair, and, crossing the room, took up his place opposite to Lady Audley, in the embrasure of the window.
“And what do you infer from all this?” asked my lady, after a pause.
“It is so great a mystery to me,” he answered, “that I scarcely dare to draw any conclusion whatever; but in the obscurity I think I can grope my way to two suppositions, which to me seem almost certainties.”
“And they are”
“First, that George Talboys never went beyond Southampton. Second, that he never went to Southampton at all.”
“But you traced him there. His father-in-law had seen him.”
“I have reason to doubt his father-in-law’s integrity.”
“Good gracious me!” cried my lady, piteously. “What do you mean by all this?”
“Lady Audley,” answered the young man, gravely, “I have never practiced as a barrister. I have enrolled myself in the ranks of a profession, the members of which hold solemn responsibilities and have sacred duties to perform; and I have shrunk from those responsibilities and duties, as I have from all the fatigues of this troublesome life. But we are sometimes forced into the very position we have most avoided, and I have found myself lately compelled to think of these things. Lady Audley, did you ever study the theory of circumstantial evidence?”
“How can you ask a poor little woman about such horrid things?” exclaimed my lady.
“Circumstantial evidence,” continued the young man, as if he scarcely heard Lady Audley’s interruption”that wonderful fabric which is built out of straws collected at every point of the compass, and which is yet strong enough to hang a man. Upon what infinitesimal trifles may sometimes hang the whole secret of some wicked mystery, inexplicable heretofore to the wisest upon the earth! A scrap of paper, a shred of some torn garment, the button off a coat, a word dropped incautiously from the overcautious lips of guilt, the fragment of a letter, the shutting or opening of a door, a shadow on a window-blind, the accuracy of a moment tested by one of Benson’s watchesa thousand circumstances so slight as to be forgotten by the criminal, but links of iron in the wonderful chain forged by the science of the detective officer; and lo! the gallows is built up; the solemn bell tolls through the dismal gray of the early morning, the drop creaks under the guilty feet, and the penalty of crime is paid.”