|Chapter Title||AT THE OLD HOME.|
|Newspaper Title||The Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)|
|Trove Title||A Terrible Wrong|
A TERRIBLE VKONG.
By Mns. Harriet Lewis.
Author of '?. The Double Life.' Lord Darkwood!s Crime' fyc.
CHAPTER IV. AT THE OLD HOME/'' '
-How shoirld you, 'know ? Is she. not under your chrrge ?; Did you ? -not: -undertaketo see to her health . and welfare ?'. demanded the mother, iercely. 'Send for my child. I will see her for myself ? '
' Calm yourself, madam. I do not understand. There is some great mistake. Did you expect to find your daughter here?' ' Where else should she he ?' cried JVlJ-'s. Redburn, her face sin -mlarlv pale. ° J _'She is not here,' said Madame Delange.. 'She has not 'been here ior nearly a year.' » S0t here !' eJaculatedthe mother. Not. here !' echoed her son. ' She remained during the mid summer holidays of last year,' said Madame Delange, ' and took music lessons, as you desired. She had a large degree of personal libertv. T
spent the vacation in Switzerland, and Hiss Redburn was virtually her own mistress. She came and went nearly as she pleased. One of the housemaids, Sarah Wagg, always attended her. In September, iust before my return, she went away I supposed that she had gone home 1 wondered that she did not return bhe was my favourite pupil, and her beauty, and -grace, and talents reflect ed great honour upon us. Can it be possible that she never went home that she has been missing a whole
Mrs. Redburn looked stunned Her stony visage was utterly without expression. John's features were working, and his eyes stared wildly at . Madame Delange. ^ 'What is this mystery ?' he asked, hollowly. « Where can she be-our bright, beautiful Queenie ? She must have been murdered !' ??- A strange choking sort of cry broke tram Mrs. Redbum's lips. ? '. Lost for a whole year !' breathed _ the mother. ' But, John, the letters !
one got ail mine addressed here until three, months ago, at any rate, for I received the answers to them. She is not dead. Madam, I have written often of late to my. child, .addressing her at this house. Where are those letters ?' ' I have never seen any of them ' : answered Madame Delange, in a ' troubled voice. ' The letter baa- is sorted by one or two trusted servants I will inquire. But if Miss Redburn has received and answered letters addressed to her here, she has some friend in this house. It may be the housemaid, Sarah Wagg, who was devoted to her. I will call Sarah.' She rang- the bell.
Sarah Wagg had been employing her time in sending a written message to Queenie, over to Surrey, by'the Buttons of the establishment, who *' was her brother. The boy had long since sped on his mission. The housemaid was sent for, and appeared. She was closely questioned, and appeared singularly stupid for one of her bright appearance.
? one confessed, however, that Miss Queenie was alive, and in London— that she had forwarded the letters to the young lady as they had arrived, but not one word further would she ... speak.- Not the faintest clue to the mystery could be gained from her. -? 'There is something terrible at the back of all this,' said.Madame Delange. I can't understand it, as I said before. If you know where the young lady is, give her mother the address, Sarah.' The housemaid drew from her pocket a scrap of paper, on which was written the number of the house in which Queenie had found refuge— No. 7, Westmary-street, Surrey Side. Mrs. Redburn seized the paper. Her face was livid ; her eyes had a tortured expression. Her son led her -forth to the cab and gave the new order.
Cheer up, mother,' he said, as tney rolled onward upon their new course. ' Queenie's alive !' But the mother turned her face from him. ? . , 'Alive !' she repeated. ' She is lost! lost! lost!'