LADY AUDLEY'S SECRET.

Otago Daily Times, Issue 382, 12 March 1863, Page 6

LADY AUDLEY'S SECRET.

By the Author of " Lady Lisle," " Auror Floyd," &c. (From the Sixpenny Magazine.) CHAPTER XXIX. {Continued.)

" But how do you know that the announcement was a false one?" asked my lady. "You told us that you had been to Ventnor with Mr Talboys to see his wife's grave. Who was it who died at Ventnor if it was not Mrs Talboys ?" " Ah, Lady Audley" said Robert, " that is a question which only two or three people can answer, and one or other of those persons shall answer it to me before very long. I tell you, my lady, that I am determined to unravel the mystery of George Talboys death. Do you think I am to be put off by feminine prevarication—by womanly trickery? No ! Link by link I have put together the chain of evidence, which wants but a link here and there to be complete in its terrible strength. Do you think I will suffer myself to be baffled? Do you think I shall fail to discover those missing links ? No, Lady Audley, I shall not fail, for I know where to look for them! There is a fairhaired woman at Southampton—a woman called Plowson, who has some share in the secrets of the father of my friend's wife. I have an idea that she can help me to discover the history of the woman who lies buried in Ventnor churchyard, and I will spare no trouble in making that discovery; unless-- " " Unless what ? " asked my lady eagerly. "Unless the woman I wish to save from degradation and punishment accepts the mercy I offer her, and takes warning while there is still time."

My lady shrugged her graceful shoulders, and flashed bright defiance out of her blue eyes. " She would be a very foolish woman if she suffered herself to be influenced by any suchabsurdity," she said. " You are hypochondriacal, Mr Audley, and you must take camphor, or red lavender, or sal volatile. What can be more ridiculous than this idea which you have taken into your head ? You lose your friend George Talboys in rather a mysterious manner—that is to say, that gentleman chooses to leave England without giving you due notice. What of that ? You confess that he became an altered man after his wife's death. He grew eccentric and misanthropical; he affected an utter indifference as to what became of him. What more likely, then, that he grew tired of the monotony of civilized life, and ran away to those savage gold-fields to find, a distraction for his grief? It is rather a romantic story, but by no means an uncommon one. But you are not satisfied with this simple interpretation of your friend's disappearance, | and you build up some absurd theory of a conspiracy which has no existence except in your own overheated brain. Helen Talboys is dead. The Times nswspaper declares she is dead. Her own father declares that she is dead. The headstone of the grave in Ventnor churchyard bears record of her death. By what right," cried my lady, her voice rising to that shrill and piercing tone peculiar to her when affected by any intense agitation—"by what right, Mr Audley, do you come to me and torment me about George Talboys—by what right do you dare to say that his wife is still alive?" " By the right of circumstantial evidence, Lady Audley," answered Robert—" by the right of that circumstantial evidence which will sometimes fix the guilt of a man's murder upon that person who, on the first hearing of the case, seems of all other men the most unlikely to be guilty." " What circumstantial evidence ?" "The evidence of time and place. The evidence of handwriting. When Helen Talboys left her father's house at Wildernsea, she left a letter behind her—a letter in which she declared that she was weary of her old life, and that she wished to seek a new home and a new fortune. That letter is in my pos- . session." " Indeed." " Shall I tell you whose handwriting resembles that of Helen Talboys so closely, that the most dexterous expert could perceive no distinction between the two ? " "A resemblance between the handwriting of two women is no very uncommon circumstance now-a-days," replied my lady, carelessly. "I could show you the caligraphies of half a dozen of my female correspondents, and defy you to discover any great differences in them."

" But what if the handwriting is a very uncommon one, presenting marked peculiarities by which it may be recognised among a hundred?"

" Why, in that case the coincidence is rather curious," answered, my lady; "but it is nothing more than a coincidence. You cannot deny the fact of Helen Talboys' death on the ground that her handwriting resembles that of some surviving person,"

''But if a series of such coincidences lead up to the same point," said Robert. " Helen Talboys left her father's house, according to the declaration in her own handwriting, because she was weary of her old life, and wished to begin a new one. Do you know what I infer from this ?"

My lady shrugged her shoulders. "I have not the least idea," she said; " and as you have detained me in this gloomy place nearly half-an-hour, I must beg that you will release me, and let me go and dress for dinner."

" No, Lady Audley," answered: Robert, with a cold sternness that was so strange to him as to transform him into anothercreature—a pitiless embodiment of justice a cruel instrnment of retribution—''no, Lady Audley," he repeated, "I have told you that womanly prevarication will not help you; I tell you now that defiance will not serve you. I have dealt fairly with you, and have given you fair warning. I gave you in: direct notice of your danger two months ago." " What do you mean ?" asked my lady, suddenly. "You did not choose to take that warning, Lady Audley," pursued Robert, "and the time has come in which I must speak very plainly to you. Do you think the gifts which you have played against, fortune are to hold you exempt from retribution ? No, my lady, your youth and beauty, your grace and refinement, only make the horrible secret of your life more horrible. I tell you that the evidence against you wants only one link to be strong enough for your condemnation, and that link shall be added. Helen Talboys never returned to her father's house, when she deserted that poor old father, she went away from his humble shelter with the declared intention of washing her hands of that old life. What do people generally do when, they wish

to begin a new existence—to start for a second time in the race of life, free from the encumbrances that had fettered their first journey ? They change their names, Lady Audley. Helen Talboys deserted her infant son—she went away from Wildernsea with the predetermination of sinking, her identity. She disappeared as Helen Talboys upon the 16th of August, 1854, and upon the 17th of that month she reappeared as Lucy Graham, the friendless girl who undertook a profitless duty in consideration of a home in which she was asked no questions."

" You are mad, Mr Audley!'' cried my lady. " You are mad, and my husband shall protect me from your insolence. What if this Helen Talboys ran away from her home upon one day, and I entered my employer's house upon the next, what does that prove ?" "By itself, very little," replied Robert Audley ; " but with the help of other evidence " " What evidence ?" " The evidence of two labels, pasted one over the other, upon a box left by you in the possession of Mrs Vincent, the upper label bearing the name of Miss Graham, the lower that of Mrs George Talboys." My lady was silent. Robert Audley could not see her face in the dusk, but he could see that her two small hands were clasped convulsively over her heart, and he knew that the shot had gone home to its mark.

" God help her, poor, wretched creature," he thought. " She knows now that she is lost I wonder if the, judges of the land feel as I do now when they put on the black cap and "pass sentence of death upon some poor, shivering wretch who has never done them any wrong. Do they feel an heroic fervour of virtuous indignation, or do they suffer this dull anguish which gnaws my vitals as I talk to this helpless woman ?"

He walked to my lady's side, silently, for some minutes. They had been pacing up and down the dim avenue, and they were now drawing near the leafless shrubbery at one end of the lime-walk—the shrubbery in which the ruined well sheltered its unheeded decay among the tangled masses of briery underwood.

A winding pathway, neglected and halfchoked with weeds, led towards this well. Robert left the lime-walk, and struck into this pathway. There was more light in the shrubbery than in the avenue, and Mr Audley wished to see my lady's face.

He did not speak until they reached the patch of rank grass beside the well. The massive brickwork had fallen away here and there and loose fragments of masonry lay buried amidst weeds and briers. The heavy posts which had supported the wooden roller still remained, but the iron spindle had been dragged from its socket and lay a few paces from the well, rusty, discoloured, and forgotten. Robert Audley leant against one of the moss-grown posts and looked down at my lady's face, very pale in the chill winter twilight. The moon had newly risen, a feebly luminous crescent in the grey heavens, and a faint, ghostly light mingled with the misty shadows of the declining day. My lady's face seemed like that face which Robert Audley had seen in his dreams looking out of the white foam flakes on the green sea waves and luring his uncle to destruction.

"Those two labels are in my possession. Lady Audley," he resumed. "I took them from the box left by you at Crescent Villas. I took them in the presence of Mrs Vincent and Miss Tonks, Have you any proof to offer against this evidence? You say to me, 'l am Lucy Graham, and I have nothing whatever to do with Helen Talboys.' In that case, you can produce witnesses who will declare your antecedents. Where had you been living prior to your appearance at Crescent Villas ? You must have friends, relations, connexions, who can come forward to prove as much as this for you. If you were the most desolate creature upon this earth, you would be able to point to some one who could identify you with the past." "Yes," cried my lady, "if I were placed in a criminal dock, I could, no doubt, bring forward witnesses to refute your absurd accusations. But I am not in a criminal dock, Mr Audley, and I do not choose to do anything but laugh at your ridiculous folly. I tell you that you are mad! If you please to say that Helen Talboys is not dead and that I am Helen Talboys, you may do so. If you choose to go wandering about to the places in which I have lived, and to the places in which this Mrs Talboys has lived, you must follow the bent of your own inclination, but I would warn you that such fancies have sometimes conducted people, as apparently sane as yourself, to the life-long imprisonment of a private lunatic asylum." Robert Audley started and recoiled a few paces among the weeds and brushwood as my lady said this, " She would be capable of any new crime to shield her from the consequences of the old one," he thought. She would be capable of using her influence with my uncle to place me in a madhouse."

I do not say that Robert Audley was a coward, but I will admit that a shiver of horror, something akin to fear, chilled him to the heart as he remembered the horrible things that have been done by women since that day upon which Eve was created to be Adam's companion and helpmeet in the garden of Eden. What if this woman's hellish power of dissimulation should be stronger than the truth and crush him. She had not spared George Talboys when he had stood in her way and menaced her with a certain peril; would she spare him who threatend her with a far greater danger ? Are women merciful, or loving, or kind in proportion to their beauty and their grace? Was there not a certain Monsieur Mazers de Latude, who had the bad forturne to offend the all-accomplished Madame de Pompadour, who expiated his youthful indiscretion by a life-long imprisonment; who twice escaped from prison to be twice cast back into captivity; who, trusting in the tardy generosity ol his beautiful foe, betrayed himself to an implacable fiend ? Robert Audley looked at the pale face of the woman standing by his side; that fair and beautiful face, illuminated by, starry blue eyes, that had a strange and surely a dangerous light in them; and remembering a hundred stories of womanly perfidy, shuddered as he thought how unequal the struggle might be between himself and his uncle's wife. "I have shown her my cards," he thought, " but she has kept hers hidden from me. The mask that she wears is not to be plucked away. My uncle would rather think me mad than believe her guilty." The pale face of Clara Talboys—that grave and earnest face, so different in its character to my lady's fragile beauty arose before him. "What a coward I am to think of myself or my own danger," he thought. " The more I see of this woman the more reason I have to dread her influence upon others ; the more reason to wish her far away from this house." He looked about him in the dusky obscurity. The lonely garden was as quiet as some solitary graveyard, walled in and hidden away from the world of the living. " It was somewhere in this garden that she met George Talboys upon the day of his disappearance," he thought. "I wonder where it was they met; I wonder where it

was that he looked into her cruel face and taxed her with her falsehood."

My lady, with her little hand resting lightly upon the opposite post to that against which Robert leant, toyed with her pretty foot amongst the long weeds, but kept a furtive watch upon her enemy's face.

"It is to be a duel to the death, then, my lady," said Robert Audley, solemnly. "You refuse to accept my warning. You refuse to run away and repent of your wickedness in some foreign place, far from the generous gentleman you have deceived and fooled by your false witcheries. You choose to remain here and defy me."

" I do," answered Lady Audley, lifting her head and looking full at the young barrister. "It is no fault of mine if my husband's nephew goes mad and chooses me for the victim of his monomania."

"So be it, then, my lady," answered Robert. "My friend George Talboys was last seen entering these gardens by the little iron gate at which we came in to-night. He was last heard inquiring for you. He was seen to enter these gardens, but he was never seen to leave them. I do not believe that he ever did leave them. I believe that he met with his death within the boundary of these grounds ; and that his body lies hidden below some quiet water, or in some forgotten corner of this place. I will have such a search made ,as shall level that house to the earth and root up every tree of these gardens, rather than I will fail in finding the grave of my murdered friend."

Lucy Audley uttered a long, low, wailing cry, and threw up her arms above her head with a wild gesture of despair, but she made no answer to the ghastly charge of her accuser. Her arms slowly dropped, and she stood staring at Robert Audley, her white face gleaming through the dusk, her blue eyes glittering and dilated.

" You shall never live to do this," she said. " I will kill you first. Why have you tormented me so ? Why could you not let me alone? What harm had I ever done you that you should make yourself my persecutor, and dog my steps, and watch my looks, and play the spy upon me ? Do you want to drive me mad? Do you know what it is to wrestle with a madwoman ? "No," cried my lady, with a laugh, " you do not, or you would never "

She stopped abruptly, and drew herself suddenly to her fullest height. It was the same action which Robert had seen in the old halfdrunken lieutenant; and it had that same dignity—the sublimity of extreme misery. "Go away, Mr Audley," she said. " You are mad, I tell you, you are mad."

" I am going, my lady," answered Robert quietly. " I would have condoned your crimes out of pity to your wretchedness. You have refused to accept my mercy. I wished to have pity upon the living. I shall henceforth only remember my duty to the dead."

He walked away from the lonely well under the shadow of the limes. My lady followed him slowly down that long, gloomy avenue, and across the rustic bridge to the iron gate. As he passed through the gate, Alicia came out of a little half-glass door that opened from an oak-pannelled breakfast-room at one angle of the house, and met her cousin upon the threshold of the gateway. "I have been looking for you everywhere, Robert," she said. " Papa has come down to the library, and will be glad to see you."

The young man started at the sound of his cousin's fresh young voice. " Good heaven !" he thought, " can these two women be of the same clay. Can the frank generous hearted girl who cannot conceal any impulse of her innocent nature be of the came flesh and blood as that wretched creature whose shadow falls upon the path beside me ?" He looked from his cousin to Lady Audley, who stood near the gateway, waiting for him to stand aside and let her pass him;

" I don't know what has come to your cousin, my dear Alicia," said my lady. "He is so absent-minded and' eccentric, as to be quite beyond my comprehension." " Indeed," exclaimed Miss Audley; "and yet I should imagine from the length of your tete-a-tete, then you had made some effort to understand him."

"Oh yes," said Robert, quietly, " my lady and I understand each other very well; but as it is growing late I will wish you good evening, ladies. I shall sleep to-night at Mount Stanning, as I have some business to attend to up there, and I will come down and see my uncle to-morrow."

" What, Robert!" cried Alicia, " you surely wont go away without seeing papa? " Yes, my dear," answered the young man. " I am a little disturbed by some disagreeable business in which I am very much concerned, and I would rather not see my uncle. Good night, Alicia. I will come or write to-mor-row."

He pressed his cousin's hand, bowed to Lady Audley; and walked away under the black shadows, of the archway, and out into the quiet avenue beyond the Court. My lady and Alicia stood watching him until he was out of sight. "What in goodness name is the matter with my cousin Robert?", exclaimed Miss Audley impatiently, as the barrister disappeared. " What does he mean; by these absurd goings on? ; Some disagreeable business that disturbs him indeed ! I suppose the unhappy creature has had a brief forced upon him by some evil starred attorney; and, is sinking into a state of imbecility from a dim consciousness of his own incompetence." "Have you ever studied your cousin's character, Alicia ?" asked my lady very seriously, after a pause. " Studied his character! No, Lady Audley. Why should I study "his character?" said Alicia. "There is very little study required to convince, anybody that he is a lazy, selfish Sybarite, who cares for nothing in the world except his own ease and comfort." " But have you never thought him eccentric ?" " Eccentric !" repeated Alicia, pursing; up her red lips and shrugging her shoulders. " Well, yes—l believe that is the excuse generally made for such people. I suppose Bob is eccentric."

"I have never heard you speak of his father and mother," said my lady, thoughtfully. " Do you remember them ?"

" I never saw his mother. She was a Miss Dalrymple, a very dashing girl, who ran away with my uncle, and lost a very handsome fortune in consequence. She died at Nice when poor Bob was five years old." "Did you ever hear anything particular about her ?"

" How do you mean, ' particular'?" asked Alicia.

" Did you ever hear that she was eccentric —what people call 'odd'?" "Oh, no," said Alicia, laughing. "My aunt was a very reasonable woman, I believe though she did marry for love, but you must, remember that she died before I was born, and I have not, therefore, felt very much curiosity about her."

" But you recollect your uncle, I suppose ?" "My uncle Robert? " said, Alicia. " Oh, yes, I remember him very well indeed." " Was he eccentric—l mean to say, peculiar in his habits, like your cousin ? " "Yes, I believe Robert inherits all his absurdities from his father. My uncle expressed the same indiffernce for his fellow-creature as my

cousin, but as he was a good husband, an affectionate father, and a kind master, nobody ever challenged his opinions." " But he was eccentric ?" "Yes ; I suppose he was generally thought a little eccentric."

" Ah," said my lady, gravely, "I thought as much. Do you know, Alicia, that madness is more often transmitted from father to son than from father to daughter, and from mother to daughter than from mother to son? Your cousin Robert Audley is a very handsome young man, and I believe a very goodhearted young man, but he must be watched," Alicia, for he is mad!"

" Mad!" cried Miss Audley, indignantly; "' you are dreaming, my lady, or—or—you are trying to frighten me," added the young lady, with considerable alarm.

"I only wish to put you on your guard, Alicia," answered my lady. "Mr Audley may be as you say, merely eccentric ; but he has talked to me this evening in a manner that has filled me with absolute terror, and I believe that he is going mad. I shall speak very seriously to Sir Michael this very night'" " Speak to papa! " exclaimed Alicia; " you surely, wont distress papa by suggesting such a possibility !" " I shall put him on his guard, my dear Alicia." " But he'll never believe you," said Miss Audley; he will laugh at such an idea." "No, Alicia; he will believe anything that I tell him," answered my lady, with a quiet smile. To be continued.