"I've seen Vrain," said he. "The old man is as mad as a March hare and as silly as a child.
He's in his dotage, and could not possibly carry out such a plan.
But we can easily learn the truth."
"From whom?" asked Lucian.
"Ah, Mr. Denzil, you are not so clever as you think yourself," scoffed Link. "Why, from Mrs. Clear, to be sure.
She visited at Jersey Street, and saw Wrent, and as Vrain was then with her in the character of her husband, she'll be able to tell us if they are two men or one person."
"You are right, Link. I never thought of that."
"He! he! Then I can still teach you something," replied Link, in high good humour at having for once scored off the too clever barrister, and forthwith went off to see Mrs. Clear.
How this interview with that lady sped, or what she told him, he refused to reveal to Lucian; but its result was that a cypher appeared in the agony column of the Daily Telegraph, calling upon Wrent to meet her in the Silent House in Pimlico, under the penalty of her telling the police all she knew if he did not come.
In the same issue of the paper in which this message appeared there was a paragraph stating that Mrs. Vrain had been arrested at Dover.
CHAPTER XXX WHO FELL INTO THE TRAP?
However closely one may study the fair sex, there is no understanding them in the least.
No one can say how a woman will act in a given situation; for feminine actions are based less on logical foundations than on the emotion of the moment.
Diana had never liked Lydia; when the American girl became her stepmother she hated her, and not only said as much but showed in her every action that she believed what she said.
She declared that she would be glad to see Lydia deprived of her money and put into jail!
The punishment would be no more than she deserved.
Yet when these things came to pass; when, by the discovery that Vrain yet lived, Lydia lost her liberty; and when, as connected with the conspiracy, she was arrested on a criminal warrant and put into prison, Diana was the only friend she had.
Miss Vrain declared that her stepmother was innocent, visited her in prison, and engaged a lawyer to defend her.
Lucian could not forbear pointing out the discrepancy between Diana's past sentiments and her present actions; but Miss Vrain was quite ready with an excuse.
"I am only doing my duty," she said. "In herself I like Lydia as little as ever I did, but I think we have suspected her wrongly in being connected with this conspiracy, so I wish to help her if possible.
And after all," added Diana, "she is my father's wife," as if that fact extenuated all.
"He has reason to know it," replied Lucian bitterly. "If it had not been for Lydia, your father would not have left his home for a lunatic asylum, nor would Clear have been murdered."
"I quite agree with you, Lucian; but some good has come out of this evil, for if things had not been as they are, you and I would never have met."
"Egad! that is true!" said Lucian, kissing her. "It's an ill wind that blows nobody any good."
So Diana played the part of a Good Samaritan towards her stepmother, and helped her to bear the evil of being thrust into prison.
Lydia wrote to her father in Paris, but received no reply, and therefore was without a friend in the world save Diana.
Later on she was admitted to bail, and Diana took her to the hotel in Kensington, there to wait for the arrival of Mr. Clyne.
His absence and silence were both unaccountable.
"I hope nothing is wrong with poppa," wept Lydia. "As a rule, he is always smart in replying, and if he has seen about Ercole's death and my imprisonment in the papers, I'm sure he will be over soon."
While she was thus waiting for her father, and Link in every way was seeking evidence against her, Mrs. Clear received an answer to her message.
In the same column of the Daily Telegraph, and in the same cypher, there appeared a message from Wrent that he would meet Mrs. Clear at No. 13 Geneva Square.
Link was delighted when Mrs. Clear showed him this, and rubbed his hands with much pleasure.
Affairs were about to be brought to a crisis, and as Link was the moving spirit in the matter, his vanity was sufficiently gratified as to make him quite amiable.
"We've got him this time, Mr. Denzil," he said, with enthusiasm. "You and I and a couple of policemen will go down to that house in Geneva Square—by the front, sir, by the front."
"Mrs. Clear, also?" questioned Lucian, wishing to be enlightened on all points.
"No.
She'll come in by the back, down the cellarway, as Wrent expects her to come.
Then he'll follow in the same path and walk right into the trap."
"But won't the two be seen climbing over that fence in the daytime?" asked the barrister doubtfully.
"Who said anything about the daytime, Mr. Denzil?
I did not, and Wrent knows too much to risk himself at a time that he can be seen from the windows of the adjacent houses.
No! no!
The meeting with Mrs. Clear is to take place in the front room at ten o'clock, when it will be quite dark.
You, I, and the policemen will hide in what was the bedroom, and listen to what Wrent has to say to Mrs. Clear.
We'll give him rope enough to hang himself, sir, and then pounce out and nab him."
"Well, he won't show much fight if he is Mr. Vrain."
"I don't believe he is Mr. Vrain," retorted the detective bluntly.
"I am doubtful of that, also," admitted Lucian, "but you know Vrain is now out of the asylum, and, for the time being, has been left to his own devices.
The reply to the cypher did not appear until he was in that position.
Supposing, after all, this mysterious Wrent proves to be this unhappy man?"