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affairs. Mr. De Gex has no regard for money. Mr. Henderson attends to everything. Phew! I wish I were a millionaire! I find it hard enough nowadays to pay the butcher and baker and make both ends meet.”

      “And so do I,” I said, laughing. “But, tell me, where is the young lady who used to live here – Mr. De Gex’s niece?”

      “His niece! I don’t think he has a niece.”

      “Miss Gabrielle Engledue.”

      “Who’s she? I’ve never heard of her,” was the man’s reply.

      I described her, but he shook his head.

      “To my knowledge Mr. De Gex hasn’t got a niece,” he said.

      “Were you here five weeks ago?” I inquired.

      “Five weeks ago? No. I and my wife went away down to Swanage to see her sister. The master gave us a fortnight’s holiday. Why?”

      “Oh – nothing,” I replied. “I merely inquired as I want to clear up a mystery – that’s all.”

      “What mystery?”

      “The mystery of Miss Engledue – your master’s niece,” I answered.

      “But I’ve never heard of any niece,” he said.

      “A young lady of about twenty-one with dark hair and eyes, and a beautiful complexion,” I said.

      But the old servant’s mind was a blank.

      “Of course, sir, many people come to visit Mr. De Gex. Horton would know them, but I don’t. When the master is in town the servants are here, and I’m down in Cornwall at the castle.”

      “Then you are only here as caretaker when the family is away?”

      “That’s it, sir,” he said. “But what is the mystery about this young lady? You said you knew Mr. De Gex, and yet you wanted to look over the house.”

      “Yes,” I responded with a laugh. “I have my own object – to clear up the mystery of Mr. De Gex’s niece.”

      “Well, as far as I know, he has no niece! But you could easily find out, I suppose!”

      The man was evidently no fool.

      “Of course I don’t know who comes here, or who stays here when the family is in town,” he went on. “I simply come up and look after the place with my wife.”

      “Then you were away in Swanage during the first week of November?” I asked very seriously.

      “Yes, we went down on the last day of October, and we were back here in the middle of November. My wife’s sister was very ill, and her husband didn’t expect her to live. So I remember the dates only too well.”

      “Then the family were in town on the date I mention.”

      He considered a moment.

      “Oh! Of course they were. They must have been.”

      I glanced again around the room, full of amazement and wonder.

      The man’s failure to give me any details regarding the extremely attractive girl who had died upon his mistress’s bed held me gripped in uncertainty. The mystery was even more puzzling now that I had started to investigate.

      As I stood in that room a thousand strange reflections flashed across my mind.

      Why had I, a mere passer-by, been called in so suddenly to be taken into the intimacy of the millionaire’s household? Was it by mere accident that I had been invited in, or was it by careful design? I had lost five thousand pounds by foolish speculation, and yet I had regained it by being party to a criminal offence.

      Again, who was the pretty, dark-haired girl who had first uttered those hysterical screams, and then, while fully dressed, had died upon Mrs. De Gex’s bed? Further, if the mysterious dead girl had been niece of the millionaire surely my friend the caretaker would have known her?

      I confess that I now became more bewildered than ever.

      That a girl named Gabrielle Engledue – whoever she might have been – had died, and that I had forged a certificate showing the cause of death were hard, solid facts. But the mystery of it all was complete.

      That I had been the victim of some very carefully prepared and subtle plot was apparent, and it had become my own affair to investigate it and bring to justice those who were responsible for the poor girl’s death.

      Time after time I questioned the caretaker regarding the existence of the millionaire’s niece, Miss Engledue, but it was plain to me that he had no knowledge of any such person.

      “Was there not a death in this house – about five weeks ago?” I asked.

      “Death?” he echoed. “Why, no, sir. You must be dreaming. If there had been a death while I was away, either my wife or I would certainly have heard about it.” And he looked suspiciously at me as though he believed I had taken leave of my senses.

      An hour later I was back at Rivermead Mansions, where Harry, for whom I had left a note, was awaiting me.

      As we sat together before a cheerful fire I told him of my lapse into unconsciousness, of my loss of memory, but I did not explain all that had happened, for, as a matter of fact, I had no desire that anyone should know of my guilt in posing as a medical man and thus becoming implicated in the mysterious death of Gabrielle Engledue.

      My friend sat and heard me, smoking his pipe in silence.

      “Extraordinary!” he said. “You ought to go to the police, Garfield. You were doped – without a doubt. But what was the motive? I’ve been very worried about you. When you had been missing a week they sent over from your office, and I then went to the police at Hammersmith. They made every inquiry and circulated your description. But they could discover no trace of you. I’ll have to report that you’ve been found.”

      “Yes, do so to-morrow morning,” I urged. “I don’t want the police following me about – thank you,” and I laughed, rather grimly perhaps.

      During the hours that I lay awake that night a thought suddenly crossed my mind – an idea which next day I promptly put into execution.

      I went to Somerset House, and there searched the register of deaths. At first my efforts were in vain, but at last I discovered what I sought, namely an entry that a young woman named Gabrielle Engledue, single, aged twenty-one, of unknown parentage, had died of heart trouble at No. 9 Stretton Street, Park Lane, on the night of November the Seventh, the body having been cremated five days later!

      I pursued my inquiries in various quarters that day, and further discovered that the funeral expenses had been defrayed by some person named Moroni. There had been only two mourners, of whom Moroni had been one.

      Still feeling very ill, I was compelled – after reporting to the office – to remain at home for the three days which followed.

      To the two heads of the firm I fear the story that I told must have appeared somewhat lame, yet they exhibited no disbelief, but on the contrary sympathized with me in my strange and unaccountable affliction.

      In a drawer in my bedroom lay the five thousand pounds in bank notes just as Oswald De Gex had given to me. I, of course, said nothing of them to Harry. But once or twice I drew them from the old envelope in which I had placed them, and turned them over in wonder.

      I decided that they would be safer in the bank, but I hesitated to place them to my credit, so I at last put them away in the bottom of an old writing-case which had belonged to my father, resolving to try to forget their existence.

      Though perhaps I did at last manage to forget the bribe, yet I could not put from myself the memory of that beautiful girl, the cause of whose death I had certified. The perfect countenance haunted me constantly. In my dreams I often saw her alive and well. The marvellous face was turned towards me, with merry, dancing dark eyes and a tantalizing smile – an enticing smile of mystery.

      At last I resolved to go and face Oswald De Gex, so with that object I one morning left Charing Cross for Florence.

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