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Chapter NumberXV
Chapter TitleA WOMAN SCORNED.
Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article162356534
Full Date1899-02-25
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Newspaper TitleAdelaide Observer (SA : 1843 - 1904)
Trove TitleThe Red-Headed Man
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THE NOVELIST.

THE RED-HEADED MAN.

BY FERGUS HUME,

Auihor oi "The Mystery <rf «• Hansom Cab," "The Clock Struck One," "The "Rain

bow Fealther," "Madame Midas," "Monsieur Judas," &c.

'I All MBS. GREKT. SUB SAID.

CilAPTEK XV.—A WOMAN SCORNED.

It cannot lie said (hat Terry had been ?particularly lucky kiiherto in elucidating the mystery of the double tragedy. Cer tainly he had collected a quantity of evi

iionce, but none likely to indicate direetlv the names ol the assassins. He suspected that \ ass and Donna Maria for reasons of t bei! uere sbieidjn^ iVjjs. Grent-; but t us belief hail no real foundation in fact. Ji was incredible that Donna Inez could have bad anything to do witff the murder / i 'J'^hand to whom she was foudlv at tached; yet lorry could not explain the comuict o -Maria and Yass on any other greunds than that they knew something

«• • 3V?1 'i*1 e'der woman in the attair. J uttmg Yass out of the question, there was no one, save her aunt, whom Mum had an interest in screening; and Jon.\ nas confident that the Spanish girl n,-is protecting some one. She'knew the it nth he believed, hut kept silent for the l)em". r CCt'fiifi ,,er^"- that person j ,n°v lle not, so far as the thm?" (1VK ° went' aliswer that ques d-ioTivl ''Ti •1)ecni (:,veful Mo inform the

f TllHi f°H r !ntel view with Blake and ,-!• i ii f TnsllI»an had told him. Ile i cl.ited the story of the Emerald Mummy derM •' a" eiu!°'1. Wlt1' <111 account of HcS TnV, i (/.en"lK'l;'MoM of Captain Manuel ? orry believed the tale, but disputed the dee.,-iralion, although Blake, with red-hot enthusiasm, made out a. very ingenious ea.-e against the Spaniard. He declared tli.it (ii-ent. must have taken the ten thou sand pounds to deliver to Julia Brawn in Moi t uhiy-lane; that when he had given her t te money ho had been attached and killed

Slt" tJ.efmulu ol

V : l'Ml, -Manuel, not finding the

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he7 ? o,d h 'T'1 !'f oa'i *?'*«?'" t,ie moocy off to ",d.Bent. ,l t0 1>ris- Afterwards,

or e ^lictv ZUm\ rr gi}in for

in< . ocictA an additional ten thousand

ni"!h!hl"*h!" /'-ni,i Ton'-v when the details

h- hI-,:'fl,'?r,0n WCTeI ™bmiltcd to him b Utile!. Clear as day, indeed! Clear i . ' ¥/?eans- rn the first place we bare absolutely no proof-that Greiit was in

osscssmn of Hie money on the night of is death; m the second, as tl)e theft was li'.t 'jihcovei'ed until three or four

flor the murder, Manuel could not have k.mivn beforehand that the fund« of 'his

third \,abV,wu That Jul-'T" jbTwiT^'T t''°

libit -e "'ould not have permitted hi 1111 to assassinate Julia." 1 ei milled

hi;nS,>^FiS!^aW hGm Ma,1Uel

^'f^elrleXtWe IF^ AS | SfM.e'S of'theeinol,!eev' !

v,.';v"( -cti!s SI>a»«sh gentleman." '

1 «->t. it you go-by the story of Blake the

onko-^TtheSstdSy^dly ^ ^ b>'

watched.

..)) hy not have him arrested?"

ohtahTaTvirS "t Sii/Ii?ieilt ^denee to

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Spaniard acted in everv ww TP™ 11,6 cent man. He cam^jTto

teetive and ask after the <LT HeSfeSd to submit himself to the authoritiesfoSi examination, and, this offer haiin^bS. KiilS aSul;t0"b«/w»«°

to that of Blake, but he denied that1 the members of the boeiety were in the habit nL TfSrUa}m? i)e°PIe- TLe-V were iWol dec,1?r^' ^ tbe, P^est of mT „, 3ld t0„gain ,their ends by upright methods. Manuel also confessed that several of the tomb images had been stolen, and might have been placed by thei assassin near the body to implicate the So-> nlamo'i1 ^'le Spaniard also ex plained that he-had passed the evening ofi

the murder, first at the theatre, and after

<2 7 it '

. wards'nt the house of an acquaintance,

where he was playing cards until a late

j hour. This account was corroborated by | several witnesses, and it was conclusively | proved ihai flannel could not have killed | cither Grent or dulia Brawn. Torry was | triumphant at this confirmation of Ins opi

: nion.

"You see. Mr. Barrel, I am right," lie ' said, rubbing his hands.

_ "80 far as flannel is concerned, you are, Torry; but I believe that the (Society had the murders committed. Manuel may not have done the deeds himself, but be : instructed the murderers."

"Nonsense! 1 believe jealousy is the 1110 ' tive of the double crime."

i "And I believe the motive is robbery. I Grent stole the ten thousand, and was iuui

j dered for the sake of it."

"In tiiat case, the Society, as represented ! by Manuel, could not have killed liim, as : lie did not know that the money was

i lust." ' _

I Barrel groaned. ''You are beginning the

argument all over again, my good fellow," he said, stopping his ears. "For my part, 1 do not believe that tile truth will ever be discovered."

And, indeed, it seemed as though Frank | spoke with the spirit of prophecy; for three i or foul- days passed without anything of

importance-being discovered. Torrv tried in vain to ascertain the whereabouts of

' the stolen notes, the numbers of which he i obtained from Manuel. Not a single one

could be traced; so it seemed as though the assassin, fearful of the outcry which I had followed the committal of the double j crime, had hesitated to put- them into c-ir

I culnlinu. At the time of the inquest the ' j robbery liad^ not been discovered until : afterwards. Tony, therefore*:carefully kept

the fact of the theft from the reporters.

"It is foolish to put every11 ling in the ! newspapers," said he shrewdly, "as details of our doings only reveal our plans, and when in print may put the assassin 011 his guard. lie would learn our hand, but we , should not know his. For my part, in these

sort of cases I would not allow a single ! detail to be published until the criminal j had been secured. 'The Press oftentimes

does more harm than good."

While Torry was thus fuming and fret ting, and wondering what steps it would be best to take, a lady called to see him at his private office. She was tall and majes j tic, dressed in black and deeply veiled, and i refused to give her name save to the detec j tive himself. Wlwn alone with him in his j room, the unknown raised her veil and re | vealed the countenance of an elderly wo 1 man; she was long past her youth, but | looked still beautiful, and there was a. fire ! ii) her huge dark eyes which showed that

she possessed a haughty and fiery spirit.

"I a.111 Mrs. Grent," she said in a low voice, with a strong foreign accent,

j "Boima Inez?" said Torry, thrown off 1 his guard by tlie announcement.

I The ladv bowed. "] look for you at j the police-yard," she said quickly, "lint you I not there; they tell me you here, so I come. | Have you iu your hands that devil?"

"No, ma'am, not yet. 1 regret to say that we cannot find him."

"Why you say him?" demanded Donna Inez abruptly.

'"Why!" echoed Mr. Torry in astonish ment, "because ] believe the assassin to be a man."

, "It is wrong, sir. A woman killed my

husband."

"A woman?"

"Yes, one known. Miss Lydia Hargone. j

All! the base wretch!"

"You are not serious, Mrs. Grent?" cried j

the detective, much amazed. i

"By our Saints, I talk true!" retorted i the Spanish woman, her eyes flasliing bril liantly. "Sir, I will speak! They are against me; Maria and this Lydia."

"Ah!" muttered Torry, quicldy. "I won

der if it is Miss Hargone who is being ]

screened by Donna Maria and Vass?" He

raised his voice and addressed Airs. Grent; —"Why should they be against you, ma-: dqm?"

"Lydia for her wickedness; Maria being governed by that evil one. I did not speak at Wray House; I saw you not, as they would have told rae—*Ah! how fool ish. Ah! how wrong.' So, Sir, here I

come to tell you that my husband wa9 i killed by Lydia Hargone. Smiling trai

tress."

"How do you know?" asked Torry, sharply.

"I am sure — I swear." Donna Inez crossed herself rapidly. "By the Holy Mother, I swear."

"Have you any proof?"

"No; but listen. I will tell. I love my j

husband, he loves me. We were nappy as ! angels in Paradise till came that evil Lydia. Then she make the eyes, the smiles of my husband. Oh, yes; for why — be

cause she poor, she wish money, much j money. My husband, poor fool, he smile] on her, he angry with me, yet good wife I was tliis long time—ah, Sir* ten year. This

old man, he love her, and I—ah, it so suffo- j cates me to speak it—I am thought not of,

I am neglected. Yes, yes, it is true. I— ' I—I—Inez Sandoval, was left for her—per

fidious one;" and in her rage Mis. Grenfc | shpok her two fists in the air.

"Why did you not turn her out of the j house?" asked Torry. „ !

"I? Who am I?" replied Donna Inez, j with a bitter laugh. "No one—a wife not: loved. I rage, 1 speak, ,! implore for her I to go; but.no, no; no. My % husband he say—'Stay, stay,' and the accursed ope

stops.- Then 1 say, 'You go, or I depart : for Peru. ~ Ah!' " . j

"So Miss Hargone left Wray House?" j said Torry, seeing that Donna Inez, was too

overcome by passion to speak further. j

"Yes, she leave," continued Mrs. Great,

whctf she recovered her speech. I say— j 'You go, or I go,' so she go. But I know she meet my tool husband in this city." j

"Ha!" exclaimed Torry, recollecting the

visit of Lydia to the Duke-street rooms on . the fatal Saturday. I

'Yes, yes; and I swear she fly with him. He say—'I go to Italy.' -Oh, yes, I know that, but not alone; she go also. My hus band meet her to fly. Then she sees he too old and lull him by her lover."

"What—Mr. Blake?'

"No, no; she say she love him, but that one big lie. (She love young Leighboume."

"Impossible!" cried Tony, utterly taken

aback.

"I tell you, yes. Blake think she love him; but no, she love Mistar Leighbourne. Oli, yes, I swear it. You see that wretch ana speak."

"Yes, I'll see her, madam; but whether she loved your husband, or loves Leigh bourne or Blake, I'm sure she did not com mit the murder."

"Ki Jvi! Ki!" cried Donna. Inez, deri sively, and took her leave. . *