THE MYSTERY OF THE CLASPED HANDS.

Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 46, 23 February 1901, Page 6 (Supplement)

THE MYSTERY OF THE CLASPED HANDS.

By GUY BOCTHBY

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"Pharos, the Egyptian," "A Ma.V«r »f Nations," "Long Live the King," &o,

Si'NOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS: Godfrey Henderson, a promising young artist, is introduced by his friend Victor Fensden, also an artist, to a beautiful Italian girl named Teresina, whom he persuades to sit to him as a model. She is a charming sitter, and all seems to go well till Feusden suggests to Godfrey that Terosina is falling in love with him. By the 'lentil of a relative Godfrey inherits a largo fortune, and at once starts with his friend ova tour, which lands them in Egypt. He receives there a letter from Teresina, giv'ng an address in Naples. On his return lie hecks her out, and narrowly escapes assassination at the hands of one of her admirers. The scene then changes to Detwich Hull, where Godfrey is seen installed as a country gentleman, and succumbing gradually to the charms of Margaret Devereux, the daughter of the great county maguate. At a meet of the County Hunt, this young lady's horse bolts. Godfrey spurs after her in an agony of apprehension. Miss Devereux is thrown, but little hurt, and in tue romantic circumstances Godfrey declares his passion, and is accepted. He meets Teresina in London, and learns that she has been in some trouble, but she refuses an offer of assistance. He takes her home in a cab, but does not go Into the house. As Teresina enters her room in .the darkjk'ss she is stabbed to death by an. unknown assassin. CHAPTER, VI. After leaving Teresina, Godfrey made his way back to his hotel. As he strode along he meditated as to what he should do to help her. That the 3'irl was in serious trouble, he had not the least doubt; but since slie would not allow him to assist her in any form, what could he do? He had been through a good deal that day, and by the time he reached his hotel he was quite worn out. The night porter who admitted him noticed his haggard appearance. "You don't look very well, sir," he said, sympathetically, "is there anything I can do for you?" "If you could manage to get me a brandy and soda, I should be very much obliged," Godfrey said, as he dropped into one of the seats in the hall"I will do so with pleasure, sir," the man replied, and disappeared at once in search of the refreshment, which he very soon brought bade Godfrey drank it off, and then announced his intention of proceeding at once to bed. "Poor little Teresina!" he said to himself as he wound up his watch; "poor little girl, it seems a. shame that she should suffer so!" Little did he guess that at that moment Teresina's trouoies were over, that she would never know sorrow or poverty again. Next morning he returned to Detwich by an early train. Though he had only been absent from it a little more than twenty-four hours, it seemed to him that he had been away for years.

"You look tired out, Godfrey," said his mother, as they stood together in the hall.

"I did not have a very good night last night," he said, "and I had a hard day's running about yesterday. That is all. You needn't worry about me, mother; I'm as strong- as a horse."

Pie went on to tell his mother of his meeting with Fensden, and informed her that the latter intended coming to stay with them next day.

"That will be very nice," she said. "You will enjoy having him. I shall put him up in the south wing in order that he may be -near you. The wallpapers are more subdued there. I know of old how he notices these things;."

"I don't think he will bother himself very much with wall papers," said Godfrey, with a laugh. "He declares that he is so tired of travelling that the quiet of an English country house will brace him up again."

"I have no doubt it will," said the old lady, "I remember when your father took me to Paris for our honeymoon, the mere sound of the French language gave m e a headache. I never Jiear it now without thinking of that time. And now tell me about Molly. Did she enjoy the play you took her ito see?"

"Immensely," he replied. "She sent her love to you, and bade me tell you that she would be very pleased to come over to meet Fensden on Saturday. I only hope she won't be knocked up by all this shopping."

His mother shook her head

"I don't think you need have any fear on that score," she said. "When a girl is about to. be married to the man of her heart, the collection of her trousseau becomes a labour of love. She will make a beautiful bride, worthy of my boy. I can't say more than that."

"You shouldn't say so much," said Godfrey. "If your boy were to believe all the compliments you pay him, he would become insufferably conceited. And low I must g-o rmmd and see how thing-s have been progressing in my, absence;"

The following morning witnessed Molly's arrival at the Hall. It was the first time she had stayed 'there since her engagement, and in consequence she was received with rapturous delight by her lover. Though they had only been parted for a clay, they seemed to have a hundred tilings to tell each other. There were, moreover, certain important matters to be discussed connected with the internal arrangements of the house of which she was so soon to be mistress. I believe, so infatuated was the young man, that had she expressed a desire to have the whole fabric pulled down, and rebuilt in another fashion, he would have set about the work at once-

'"You are quite sure there is nothing else you would like to have done?" he asked, when they had made the tour of inspection, and were approaching the drawing-room once more.

"You have done too much already," she replied, looking affectionately at her lover. "I very much doubt if ever there was a girl' so spoilt as I. You will have to make up for it by ruling me with a rod of iron afterwards."

"God forbid that I should ever do that," he said, seriously. "I hope I shall always be an indulgent husband to you."

"Not too indulgent," she said. "For my own sake, you must not be. I don'l want to be like a spoilt child."

"You will never be that," he said.: "To me you will always be the most "Hush!" she said, holding up her! finger in warning. "I think we must make it a rule to avoid every sort of compliment. I have had more than is good for me already." "I shall find it difficult to obey you, but I will try," he returned. "And now conre with me to the studio; I have one thing left to show you." "What is that?" "You must wait and see for yourself," he replied, and led the way through the conservatory to the room of which he had spoken. 'They found the easel covered with a cloth. This ( he drew aside. '•It is my present to you," he said, referring to the picture he had revealed, "to be hung- •in your own room." ] "0 Godfrey, how good of you! What a splendid likeness!" It was, in fact, a portrait of him-; self upon which he had been working hard ever since his engagement had been announced. He had intended it as a surprise, and in the pleasure he gave her, he felt that he had been amply repaid for the labour it had cost him. "I shall treasure it all my life long," she said, and rewarded him in a manner that would have turned many folks green with envy. "And now," said she, when she had gazed her full upon it, "I want you to show me a photograph of your friend, Mr Fensden, if you have one. Remember, I have no idea what he is like." "That can very easily be remedied," he said. "I have a photo which was taken in Rome, and a small portrait that I painted myself." So saying, he crossed the room to his writing-table, and, having opened a drawer, took from it a packet of cabinet photographs. They were, for the most ' part, likenesses of old friends, and when he had selected one of Victor from the number, he placed it before her. "So that is Mr Fensden?" she said, seating herself in what he called his business chair. For some moments she studied it attentively. Then she replaced it on the writing table. "Well, now that you have seen the portrait, what do you think of him?" Godfrey asked, as he turned over some canvases on the other side of the room. "I scarcely know what to say," she replied, slowly. "It is a refined face, a clever one, if you like; but, if I may be allowed to say what I think, there is something in it, I cannot tell what, that I do not care about. I fancy the eyes are set a little too close together." Then she added more quickly: "I hope I have not offended you, dear. I should not have spoken so candidly." "Why shouldn't you?" he inquired. "Perhaps, now you speak of it, the eyes are a little too close together. But you must wait until you have seen the man himself before you judge him. I assure you he can be a charming companion." "I gathered as much from his photograph," she answered, taking it up and looking at it again. "At what time does he arrive to-day?" "In time for afternoon tea," said Godfrey. "I am going to drive in to meet him." Molly made a little move; with the selfishness of love, she did not approve of Godfrey leaving her, if only for so short a time. And, if the truth be confessed, I fear she was a little jealous of the man who was to be responsible for his absence. It is not always that a sweetheart is any too well disposed towards her lover's bachelor friends. For some reason, Fensden's photograph had prejudiced her against him. She was resolved to be just; but she felt convinced in her own mind that she would never be able to say that she really liked or trusted the man. She did not tell Godfrey this. In accordance -with the arrangements he had made, that afternoon, at about three o'clock, Godfrey drove off to the station to meet his friend. He was looking forward to seeing him, if only that he might show him how great was the difference between the sketch the other had drawn of his future wife that night in the desert, and the reality. I fancy if England had been searched through that day, a happier young man than the master of Detwich would have been difficult to find. Yet, though he could not guess it, the climax of his life was only a few hours distant. As he drove along-, be tiioug\ht of Molly and the happiness that was to be his portion in the future. Then his thoughts turned to Teresina. While he had prospered in the world, she had lost what little happiness she had ever possessed. He determined to discuss her affairs with.Fensden on the first available opportunity, when doubtless the latter.would be able to suggest a way in which he might assist her. By, the time he had arrived at this reflection, he had reached the station, and the groom was standing at the horse's head. Having placed the reins under the patent clip, he descended from the cart and went on to the platform. The stationmaster saluted him respectfully, and informed him that the train had already been signalled. Indeed, the words had scarcely left that functionary's lips before a whistle was heard in the cutting, and a moment later it came into view. As jtlfe train swept past him, Godfrey caught a view of the man he had come.to njee.t gathering together his travelling "things, in a first-class carriage. " How are you, my dear old fellow?" he cried, as he turned the handle of the door. " You don't know how glad lam to see you! lam afraid you have had a cold journey. Let me take some of your things." Victor graciously permitted the other to assist him with his luggage, and then he himself descended from ihe carriage. They shook hands, and ar +erwards strolled in the direction of the gate. Victor was attired in a magnificent travelling ulster, and a neat deerstalker's hat. An oranjre-eoloured

Afcfcher of "A Bid for Fortune," "Dr. Nikola," "The Beautiful White Devil," "The Fascination of tke King,"

tie peeped from the opening under his beard, and his hands were as daintilygloved as a lady's. Altogether, as he walked down the platform, he presented as artistic a figure as Detvieh. had seen for a very long time. " What have you been doing shice T saw you?" Godfrey inquired, as they took their places in the dog-cuvt. " Repairing the ravages of time und Cantinental travel," Victor replied, somewhat ambiguously. Then he added, politely: "I hope Miss Devereux is well ?" " Very well, indeed," said Godfrey, " and most anxious to see you. She has read your poems and has seen your portrait; all she requires now is to be introduced to the original." " In that case I fear she will be disappointed," said Victor, with what was almost a sneer in his voice. " Since she is with you, I presume your mother and sister are at the Hall. Do they look forward to the idea of turning out?" " They are a pair of foolish women who would do anything, or give up anything, in order to make me happy," the other replied. "As a matter of fact, I don't know that they altogether mind. They both prefer London, and when they return from their travels, I believe it is their intention to £ake a. flat and settle down somewhere in the neighbourhood of Kensington." "While you are assimilating the bucolic virtues. Well, it's a pretty picture, and if I had fifteen thousand a year and a fine estate I might be tempted to do the same. As I haven t the money or the property I remain what I am." "And that is?" "A trifler," Victor replied, with unusual bitterness. "One who might have done and who did not—who dropped the substance in an attempt to grasp the shadiow." "Nonsense," said Godfrey, who did not like to hear his friend abuse himself in this fashion. "If you are going to talk like that I shall have to^prescribe a long dose of country air." Then, in an attempt to change the other's thoughts, he talked of their travels together and of the curious characters they had met, which lasted until they had passed through the lod.ee gates and were well on their way across the park. Even in the sombreneas of winter the place looked very beautiful, and Victor expressed himself delighted with it." "I had no idea it was so fine,' he said, as they swept round the drive and came into view of the house. "I can very well understand your liking for a country life when you possess an estate like this. Your uncle did you a kind action when he made you his heir." "Nobody is more sensible of that fact than I am," Godfrey replied. "I enly wish I could let the old fellow kniow how grateful 1 am. I often think that during his life time he was disappointed in me because I took to painting instead of becoming a country gentleman. I wonder what he would say if he could see me now? I don't know what you may think, but to my mind there are times when one likes to imagine that the dead are near us." Victor gave a violent start, followed by a. shiver. "Good heavens, what an idea! he cried. Then, dropping back into his old cynical tone, he continued: "I am afraid that if your idea were possible our human affairs would become somewhat complicated. For my own part I am quite content that the matter should stand as it is." As he finished speaking they drew up before the steps and the two men descended from the cart. The ladies were waiting in the hall to receive them. "How do you do, Mr Fensden?" said Mrs Henderson, coining- forward to meet him. "It is a long time since we have met, and you have been a great traveller in the meantime." "Thanks to your son," said Victor, as he took her hand. "How do you do, Miss Kitty? Events advance too quickly with all of us, but they seem to have taken giant strides with you." "You mean that when last we met Iwas still on the other side of thatline which is only crossed by a girl when she performs the mysterious operation called 'putting her hair up?' " answered that sharp tongued young lady. "Now, Victor," said Godfrey, when Kitty had been annihilated, "let me have the pleasure of introducing you to Miss Devereux." The couple bowed to each other and Victor offered her his congratulations. "And now you must come and have your tea," said Mrs Henderson, hospitably. "You must need it, lam sure, after your long journey. "Or perhaps you would prefer sometiling- more substantial," put in Godfrey. "I noticed that you shivered as we came up the drive." "I really think I should," said Victor. After the warmth' of the East our English winters are not tlo be trifled with." Godfrey led the way to the diningroom and placed the spirit stand before his friend. "I don't think I ha.ye ever been so cold in my life before," said Victor aa he poured out an amount of brandy for himself that made Godfrey open his eyes in astonishment, for he had always looked upon the other as an exceedingly temperate man. "Now, tell me, do you prefer to see your room first?" Godfrey inquired when the other had tossed off his refreshment, "or shall we join the ladies?" "Perhaps I had better make myself presentable first," Victor answered, glancing complacently at himself in the mirror above the chinmeypiece. Godfrey accordingly led the way to the room which had been set apart for his friend's use, and to which the latter's luggage had been conveyed. It was a pleasant apartment, looking out on what was called the Ladies' Garden, and thence across the park to a high and wooded hill. Victor went to the window and studied the prospect."You have a charming honied" he said with what was almost a sigh. "You are about to marry a beautiful girl; you have wealth, success and everything else that can make life, worth living, Godfrey. You should be a happy man."

"I am happy." Godfrey replied, "and please God, I'll da my Ije.st to make others so. And that reminds inc. Victor, I want to have a talk with you. Do you know that on Thursday night I met Teresina. in the Strand?" Victor Md turned from the window and was brushing his hair at the time. As he heard what Godfrey said the brush fell from his hand upon the floor. As ke picked it up and continued his toilet, he said In surprise: "Teresina in London? Surely you must have been mistaken. I thought she was still in Naples?" "She is in London," Godfrey repeated. "I could not have been mistaken for I spoke to her." "At what time did you see her?" "Just about midnight," his friend replied. "Are you aware that the signora is dead and that Teresina is married?" "How should I be likely to, said Victor. "You know that I have not seen her since I bade her good-bye in your studio before we went abroad. And so the pretty model is married? Well, I suppose the proper 'thing- to say is that one hopes that she will be happy." "But she' is not happy, far from it. Her husband as well as her mother is dead." "I believe thei'e are some wives who would consider that fact to be not altogether a matter for sorrow. But what makes you think that Teresina is unhappy?" "Because she told me so, though she would not tell me anything- further. The poor girl seemed in terrible distress." "And yon gave her money, I suppose?" said Victor. "That is usually the way one soothes trouble of her kind. I hope she was grateful-" "I wish to goodness you wouldn't be so cynical," said Godfrey, almost losing his temper. "I wanted to help her but she would not let me. Every time I offered my assistance she implored me -to leave her. She broke down altogether when we reached her house." "Then you took her home?" said the other. "Do you think that was wise?" "Why should T not have done so? "Well, you see,' said Victor, putting his brushes back into their case, "circumstances have somewliat changed with you. Miss Devereux might not altogether approve." # "Miss Devereux is too good and kind a girl to object to my doing whatl could to comfort an old friend in trouble." . "But when that old friend in trouble happens to be an extremely beautiful crirl the situation becomes slightly changed. However, don't think that I am endeavouring to interfere. And now shall we go downstairs?" "But confound it, Victor, you don t mean to say that you take no more interest in Teresina's fate than tnisr I thought you liked her as much as i dl"Mon cher ami," said Victor, rearranging his tie before the glass, "that is scarcely fair, either to yourself or to me. Have you forgotten a little discussion we had together and which eventually resulted in our leavS England for a time? Had you not laken such an Merest in Teresa then, I doubt very much, whether^l should have seen Cairo or Jerusaleni, or a lot of other places. But still, my iiilfli SoSe. It will never do to let her go r»« i«? Tip is now. . "You have no idea, I suppose, of Thfwould tell m e nothing. She tried to make me beSe that she had plenty of work and Hi at she did not stand in need of any Stance I Knew better however." "And where is- she living : iV ford-street, off the Tottenham Court Eoad. It is a miserable la™e, mainly occupied by foreigners. The house is on the right handle. "Very well," said Victor. When 1 g o back to town I will look her up. ft will be hard if we can't arrange Then' They descended the stairs, to--ether and entered the drawingl'°"My dear Godfrey, are you aware that you will have one wife in a hundred," said Kitty, pointing to a table on which some twenty packages-of all sizes, shapes and descriptions were a™!w' so?" said Godfrey. "What new virtue have .you discovered m her?" "I have' found that she can subordinate curiosity to a sense of duty, said the young lady. "These presents arrived for you just after you left for the station; and yet she would not open them herself or allow me to do so until you returned. I haye been consumed with a mad desire^ to explore them,, particularly^ that foreign-looking box at the end." "Well, your curiosity shall very soon be satisfied," he said. "But we must begin With the most importantlooking packages." "Let us. pray that there are no more Apostle spools, serviette rings, or silver sweet-dishes," said Molly. "We have already some two dozen of each. Package after package was opened in its turn and the contents displayed. As they were for the most part presents to the bridegroom individually, they were mainly of a nature suited to his tastes, hunting flasks, silver sandwich cases, cigar and cigarette holders, and articles of a similar description. At last they came to the curious-looking box to which Kitty had referred. It was oblong in shape, and bore the name of a Vienna firm stamped on the end. It was tied with cord, and the label was addressed in a,n uneducated handwriting to "Mr Godfrey Henderson, Detwich Hall, Detwieh, Midlandshire." In his own mind he, had no doubt that it emanated from Teresina, who, as he was aware, had been informed as to his approaching marriage. Having untied the cord he prized the lid, which was nailed down, with a dagger paper knife, which he took from a table close at hand. An unpleasant odour immediately permeated the room. A folded sheet of newspaper covered the contents, whatever they were, and this Godfrey^ removed, only; to spring back with a cry, of horror. In the box* the fingers, tightly .interlaced, were two tiny hands, which had been severed from the body to which they had once belonged at'the. wrist. (To be continued.)