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"How can I tell?" Peggy replied, not in the least seeing to what this was leading.
"Have you any doubt? Why do you think that Lord Ellerdine returned to Paris by the night train instead of letting you join them at Chalons, except that he thought something was very seriously wrong?"
"I have told you," Peggy replied, "that he thought he was s.h.i.+elding me."
"But you have not told me from what he thought he was s.h.i.+elding you.
What was he to s.h.i.+eld you from?"
"Nothing," Peggy said once more. And again there was a ripple of laughter throughout the court.
At this Sir Robert Fyffe allowed himself his first look at the jury, and a most significant one it was. Then he turned quickly to the witness-box. "Nothing!" he cried. "Then why did you invent--or connive at the invention of--this story?"
"Why did I?" the girl said helplessly. "I don't know. I thought it foolish. I saw that they had told a lying story to my husband, thinking to serve me, and I didn't want to give them away."
"You lied to your husband because you didn't wish to give your good-natured friends away. Is that really your reason, Mrs. Admaston?"
"Yes," she answered, "and I loathed myself for it."
"It was perhaps the first time that you had deceived your husband?" Sir Robert said blandly.
"Yes," came the answer with a pause, and very faintly given.
"You arrived at the hotel under the impression that your presence in Paris was due to a mistake?"
"Yes."
"You supped in your room with Mr. Collingwood?"
"Yes."
"And what time did you sup?"
"About 10 or 10.15."
"What did you do after supper? I suppose you finished about 11?"
"I suppose so," Peggy replied.
"Well--what did you do? The table, I think, was not cleared before you retired to bed--that is so, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"How did you spend the time between 11 and 12.30?"
"We were talking."
"No doubt you told the waiter not to clear away so that you should not be disturbed?"
"I really forget," Peggy said.
"At anyrate, you were not disturbed?"
"No."
"And spent a charming evening?"
"Yes."
"Unspoilt by any idea that your presence there was due to a deliberate and successful device to give your companions the slip?"
Helpless as she was in those skilled, remorseless hands, Peggy nevertheless flared up at this.
"To have had such an idea," she said, with a dignity which was strangely piteous under the circ.u.mstances, "would have been an insult to Mr.
Collingwood."
"Always a.s.suming," said Sir Robert, "that Mr. Collingwood made his plans without your knowledge."
"I don't believe that Mr. Collingwood made the plans you suggest."
"And nothing will shake your faith in Mr. Collingwood?" said Sir Robert with great suavity.
"My faith in him is not likely to be shaken by the hired evidence of detectives, railway porters, or hotel servants."
"You mustn't talk like that, Mrs. Admaston," the judge said gravely.
"When did it first seem to you that your presence in Paris was not due to a mistake?" Sir Robert went on.
"My maid hinted it to me while she was doing my hair before I went to bed."
"Your maid is an old and privileged servant?"
"She is far more than a servant. She is a devoted friend."
"You are sure of that?"
"Absolutely."
Sir Robert nodded to himself, and his nod sent a s.h.i.+ver of apprehension through the girl in the witness-box.
"The subject admits of no discussion?" he asked, and there was a suppressed eagerness in his voice.
"None," Peggy answered.
Sir Robert nodded again. "Very well," he said _sotto voce_. "You have told me that you were annoyed, but not seriously, at missing the train, and I suppose, Mrs. Admaston, I may add at finding yourself in Paris?"
The examination seemed to have fallen a little from its strained note.
"That is so," Peggy replied, slightly relieved.