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hired a damp;   mouldy;   rambling   old palace。             My  lady insists on   having 

the best suites of rooms   wherever we   goand the   palace comes   cheaper 

for  a   two   months'   term。     My  lord   tried   to   get   it   for   longer;   he   says   the 

quiet of Venice is good for his nerves。 But a foreign speculator has secured 

the palace; and is going to turn it into an hotel。             The Baron is still with us; 

and   there have   been   more   disagreements   about   money  matters。               I   don't 

like the Baron and I don't find the attractions of my lady grow on me。 

She was much nicer before the Baron joined us。                     My lord is a punctual 

paymaster;   it's   a   matter   of   honour   with   him;   he   hates   parting   with   his 

money; but he does it because he has given his word。                   I receive my salary 

regularly at the end of each monthnot a franc extra; though I have done 

many   things   which   are   not   part   of   a   courier's   proper   work。   Fancy   the 

Baron trying to borrow money of me! he is an inveterate gambler。 I didn't 

believe it when my lady's maid first told me so but I have seen enough 

since   to   satisfy   me   that   she   was   right。   I   have   seen   other   things   besides; 

whichwell! which don't increase my respect for my lady and the Baron。 

The maid says she means to give warning to leave。                     She is a respectable 



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British female; and doesn't take things quite so easily as I do。                It is a dull 

life   here。   No   going   into   companyno   company   at   homenot   a   creature 

sees my lord not even the consul; or the banker。                When he goes out; he 

goes alone; and generally towards nightfall。              Indoors; he shuts himself up 

in   his   own   room   with   his   books;   and   sees   as   little   of   his   wife   and   the 

Baron as possible。        I fancy things are coming to a crisis here。 If my lord's 

suspicions are once awakened; the consequences will be terrible。                     Under 

certain   provocations;   the   noble   Montbarry   is   a   man   who   would   stick   at 

nothing。     However; the pay is good and I can't afford to talk of leaving 

the place; like my lady's maid。' 

     Agnes     handed     back    the  lettersso   suggestive     of  the   penalty   paid 

already for his own infatuation by the man who had deserted her! with 

feelings of shame and distress; which made her no fit counsellor for the 

helpless woman who depended on her advice。 

     'The one thing I can suggest;' she said; after first speaking some kind 

words of comfort and hope; 'is that we should consult a person of greater 

experience than ours。         Suppose I write and ask my lawyer (who is   also 

my friend and trustee) to come and advise us to…morrow after his business 

hours?' 

     Emily eagerly and gratefully accepted the suggestion。                  An hour was 

arranged   for   the   meeting   on   the   next   day;   the   correspondence   was   left 

under the care of Agnes; and the courier's wife took her leave。 

     Weary and heartsick; Agnes lay down on the sofa; to rest and compose 

herself。     The careful nurse brought in a reviving cup of tea。 Her quaint 

gossip   about   herself   and   her   occupations   while   Agnes   had   been   away; 

acted   as   a   relief   to   her   mistress's   overburdened   mind。   They   were   still 

talking quietly; when they were startled by a loud knock at the house door。 

Hurried   footsteps   ascended   the   stairs。   The   door   of   the   sitting…room   was 

thrown   open   violently;   the   courier's   wife   rushed   in   like   a   mad   woman。 

'He's dead! They've murdered him!'             Those wild words were all she could 

say。 She dropped on her knees at the foot of the sofaheld out her hand 

with something clasped in itand fell back in a swoon。 

     The nurse; signing to Agnes to open the window; took the necessary 



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measures   to   restore   the   fainting   woman。   'What's   this?'   she   exclaimed。 

'Here's a letter in her hand。     See what it is; Miss。' 

    The open envelope was addressed (evidently in a feigned hand…writing) 

to   'Mrs。  Ferrari。'   The    post…mark    was   'Venice。'   The    contents   of  the 

envelope were a sheet of foreign note…paper; and a folded enclosure。 

    On    the  note…paper;    one  line  only   was   written。   It  was   again   in  a 

feigned handwriting; and it contained these words: 

    'To console you for the loss of your husband' 

    Agnes opened the enclosure next。 

    It was a Bank of England note for a thousand pounds。 



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                               CHAPTER VI 



       The next day; the friend and legal adviser of Agnes Lockwood; Mr。 

Troy; called on her by appointment in the evening。 

     Mrs。 Ferraristill persisting in the conviction of her husband's death 

had   sufficiently   recovered   to   be   present   at   the   consultation。 Assisted   by 

Agnes; she told the lawyer the little that was known relating to Ferrari's 

disappearance; and then produced the correspondence connected with that 

event。     Mr。 Troy read (first) the three letters addressed by Ferrari to his 

wife;   (secondly)   the   letter   written   by   Ferrari's   courier…friend;   describing 

his visit to the palace and his interview with Lady Montbarry; and (thirdly) 

the    one    line   of   anonymous        writing    which     had    accompanied        the 

extraordinary gift of a thousand pounds to Ferrari's wife。 

     Well   known;      at  a   later  period;  as   the  lawyer   who   acted    for   Lady 

Lydiard; in the case of theft; generally described as the case of 'My Lady's 

Money;' Mr。 Troy was   not   only a   man of   learning   and experience   in his 

profession   he   was   also   a   man   who   had   seen   something   of   society   at 

home and abroad。 He possessed a keen eye for character; a quaint humour; 

and   a   kindly  nature   which had   not   been   deteriorated   even   by  a   lawyer's 

professional experience of mankind。              With all these personal advantages; 

it   is   a   question;   nevertheless;   whether   he   was   the   fittest   adviser   whom 

Agnes could have   chosen   under the   circumstances。               Little Mrs。  Ferrari; 

with many domestic merits; was an essentially commonplace woman。 Mr。 

Troy was the last person living who was likely to attract her sympathies 

he was the exact opposite of a commonplace man。 

     'She looks very ill; poor thing!'         In these words the lawyer opened the 

business of the evening; referring to Mrs。 Ferrari as unceremoniously as if 

she had been out of the room。 

     'She has suffered a terrible shock;' Agnes answered。 

     Mr。   Troy   turned   to   Mrs。   Ferrari;   and   looked   at   her   again;   with   the 

interest   due   to   the   victim   of   a   shock。 He   drummed   absently   with   his 

fingers on the table。       At last he spoke to her。 



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     'My good lady; you don't really believe that your husband is dead?' 

     Mrs。 Ferrari put her handkerchief to her eyes。              The word 'dead' was 

ineffectual to   express   her   feelings。    'Murdered!'   she   said   sternly;   behind 

her handkerchief。 

     'Why?     And by whom?'          Mr。 Troy asked。 

     Mrs。 Ferrari seemed to have some difficulty in answering。 'You have 

read my husband's letters; sir;' she began。           'I believe he discovered' She 

got as far as that; and there she stopped。 

     'What did he discover?' 

     There   are limits to   human   patienceeven   the   patience   of   a   bereaved 

wife。    This   cool   question   irritated   Mrs。   Ferrari   into  expressing     herself 

plainly at last。 

     'He discovered Lady Montbarry and the Baron!' she answered; with a 

burst of hysterical vehemence。           'The Baron is no more that vile woman's 

brother than   I   am。    The   wickedness   of those two   wretches   came   to   my 

poor    dear   husband's     knowledge。      The     lady's  maid    left  her   place   on 

account of it。     If Ferrari had gone away too; he would have been alive at 

this   moment。      They     have   killed   him。   I  say  they   have   killed  him;   to 

prevent   it   from   getting   to   Lord   Montbarry's   

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