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The Amethyst Box

Chapter 8 GILBERTINE SPEAKS

Word Count: 4242    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

o an unwise utterance of my indignation, if at that moment I had not encountered the eye of Mr. Armstrong, fixed on me from the rear hall. In

rtually ostracized her, and instead of confronting the eager looks of friends, she found

without her expectation, perhaps, roused every instinct of chivalry within me. Advancing, I

y will be all around you again. Perhaps s

airs, determined that nothing should stop me from finding Gilberti

housemaid and she, with an extraordinary stare, had pointed out the door, I found it quite impossible to gain any response from within, though I could hear a quick step moving restlessly to and fro and now and then catch the sound of a smothered sob or low cry. T

main shut up the whole morning. Her position as a possible bride forbade it. Guilty or innocent, she must show herself before long. As if in answer to my expectation, a figure appeared at this very moment at the other end of

his knock. "Mr. Armstrong asked me to bring it to you.

en. Meanwhile, I had sealed and thrust forth the

ignified, and pointed to

both in. Then he stood up and eyed the unresponsive panels wi

hrough the keyhole, and falling back he to

ard the lock turn, followed by the sound of a measured but hurried step. Dashing from my retreat, I reached the main hall in time to see Miss Murray disappear toward the staircas

mazement. "She just walked over them. What shall

uggested. "Mr. Sinclair is there and if she is not on

caught up the letters

an ordeal which was fast destroying my own self-possession, I prepared to go down stairs. What was my astonishment in passing the little boudoir on the second floor, to find its door ajar and the place empty. Either the interview between Sinclair and Gilbertine had been very much curtailed, or it had n

od-natured gesture, he put them all back and,

rriage to some time and place less fraught with mournful suggestions. A telegram has just been sent to the bishop to that effect,

at I saw her thread her way among her friends, in a state of high feeling which made her blind to their outstretched hands and deaf to the murmur of interest and sympathy which instinctively followed her. She was making for the stairs, and whatever her thoughts, whatever the state of her mind, she moved superbly, in her pale, yet seemi

de that was in it, the sweet assertion and the joy were unmistakable. I felt like springing to Sinclair's side in the gladness of my relief, but there was no time; another door had opened down the hall

a short time ago, and I find that there is one young lady in the house who ought to be able to tell me better than any one else under what circumstances Mrs. Lansing b

n fear-or was it hope-that Dorothy, hearing her name called, would leave the conservatory and proudly confront the speaker in face of this whole suspicious throng. Bu

ight to question who was and who w

did every other emotion, glanced up at the light figure ho

y. He is the coroner of the town, accustome

y brilliancy, "do not summon Dorothy Camerden. She is not the witness you want. I am. I am the one who uttered that scream; I am the o

ncreasing wonder. Always beautiful, always spirited and proud, she looked at that moment as if nothing in the shape of fear, or even contumely, coul

my amusement with my cousin, I stole to her room by means of the connecting balcony, just as I had done many times before when our aunt was in bed and asleep. But unlike any previous occasion, I found the room empty. Dorothy was not there; but as the light was burning high I knew she would soon be back and so ventured to step in. Instantly, I heard my aunt's voice. She was awake and wanted something. She had evidently called before, for her voice was sharp with impatience, and she used some very harsh words. When she heard me in Dorothy's room, she shouted again, and, as I have always been accustomed to obey her commands, I hastened to her side, with the little vial concealed in my hand. As she had expected to see Dorothy and not me, she rose up in unreasoning anger, asking where my cousin was and why I was not in bed. I attempted to answer her, but she would not listen to me and bade me turn up the gas, which I did. Then with her eyes fixed on mine as though she knew I was trying to conceal something from her, she commanded me to rearra

own veins; I could neither speak nor move. But when, an instant later, I met the look which spread suddenly over her face-a look of horror and hatred, accusing horror and unspeakable hatred mingled with what I dimly felt must mean death-an agonized cry burst from my lips, after which, panicstricken, I flew as if for life, back by the way I had come, to my own room. This was a great mistake. I should have remained with my aunt and boldly met the results of the tragedy which my folly had brought about. But terror knows no law, and having once yielded to the instinct of concealment, I knew no other course th

ubbub which did not seem to affect her in the least, she stepped down, and approaching the man who, she

er information you may require. Shall

ed from the great hall the hub

ratulations at the turn affairs had taken and the frank attitude assumed by Gilbertine. I own I felt much disturbed by this neglect, and as the minutes passed and he failed to appear, I found my satisfaction in her explanations dwindle under the consciousness that they had failed, in some respects, to account for the situation; and before I knew it, I was the prey of fresh doubts which I did my best to smother, not only for the sake of Sinclair, but because I was still too much under the influence of Gilbertine's imposing personality to wish to believe aught but what he

t. It was empty, and so was the library beyond. Coming back, I accosted Dutton, whom I found superintending the removal of the potted plants which encumbered the passages, and asked him if he knew where Miss Camerden was? He answered without hesitati

austed, he began to talk about his wife, and what this dreadful occurrence was to her and how he despaired of ever reconciling her to the fact that it had been considered necessary to call in a coroner. Then he spoke of Sinclair, but with some constraint and a more careful choice of words, at which, realizing that I was to reap nothing from this in

ut the man was changed, and-inexplicable fact!-in nothing was this change more marked than in his attitude toward myself. Yet h

sity and a gleam in his eye quite foreign to its natural expression, he pursued, with a pitiful effort to speak dispassionately: "Our wedding is postponed-indefinitely. There are reason

at was I to say, what could I say, in response to such a declaration, following so immediately upon his warm assertio

n, for he smiled somewhat bitterly and put

w her a friend's attention while we remain in this house. That is all I hav

formed our greatest grounds for doubt, namely, Beaton's dream, the smothered cry uttered behind Sinclair's shoulder when he first made known the deadly qualities of the little

immediately. Dorothy, for all Gilbertine's intimation to the contrary, held the key to the enigma in her own breast. Otherwise, she would not have ventured upon that surprising and necessarily unpalatable advice to Sinc

d she awaited me seemed the only course to take. If any real gratitude underlay the look of trust which she had gi

ad been closed, so that it was with difficulty I detected the slight, black-robed figure which lay, face down, among the cushions of a lounge. She had evidently not heard my entrance, for she did not move; and, struck by her pathetic attitude,

have intervened between us has fall

nd, rising with a certain grand movement, turned her face upon me, gl

brain whirl and

and not Dorothy wh

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