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THE LAST PLOT 199 ladyship, “‘ the full particulars of Ge accatts s trial in Paris, upwards of two years ago.’ ‘ “Yes, I have read it, every sllable “And the name of the Count de St. Gerard figured therein? ”’ “Tt did, mother. But what then? Was it not shown — ” ‘Never mind what seemed to be shown,”’ interrupted Lady Saxondale, impressively. ‘I tell you that the Count de St. Gerard was Adelaide’s paramour.”’ “Tf I thought it! ’’ muttered Edmund, becoming pale as death. “Tf you thought it?’ echoed Lady Saxondale. “TI tell you it is true. And what is more, that same Count de St. Gerard has followed Adelaide to England, and he has written to her.” ‘Mother, this is some tale of yours to answer some new purpose,’ and Edmund stopped short, for his teeth were suddenly set with a cold paroxysm of concentrated rage. “ Foolish boy, what object have I now to gain in deceiving you? Am I not to leave Lincolnshire to-morrow, and to quit the country in a few days? It is your very life which 1s at stake. I tell you the Count de St. Gerard is in England, and she who murdered one husband for the sake of her paramour will not scruple to do the same by another. Kdmund, are you aware who was the author of your release from Doctor Ferney’s house? ”’ “JT don’t know,” quickly responded the young nobleman. “ That man Chifin — ” “Yes, but by whom, think you, he was employed? ” interrupted Lady Saxondale. ‘“‘ The Count de St. Gerard. He was one of the two gentlemen whom you met in Hanover Square, where the post-chaise was in readiness.” “ Ah!” ejaculated Edmund, quivering from head to foot with a cold terror. ‘‘ Those two gentlemen were muffled in cloaks. One was evidently an Englishman; the other, I recollect, never spoke a syllable during the few moments we were together — ”’ “ And that other who spoke not, and who stood a little aside,’ added Lady Saxondale, ‘‘ was the Count de St. Gerard. Was he not a tall, slender young man, about six and twenty, of very genteel appearance, and wearing a black moustache? ”’ CORNICE DOOKS (C©)