I closed the door again. ‘Oh, Laura I Laura! We shall both rue the day when you called the Count a Spy!'
‘You would have called him so yourself, Marian, if you had known what I know. Anne Catherick was right. There was a third person watching us in the plantation yesterday, and that third person --
‘Are you sure it was the Count?'
‘I am absolutely certain. He was Sir Percival's spy -- he was Sir Percival's informer -- he set Sir Percival watching and waiting, all the morning through, for Anne Catherick and for me.'
‘Is Anne found? Did you see her at the lake?'
‘No. She has saved herself by keeping away from the place. When I got to the boat-house no one was there.'
‘Yes? Yes?'
‘I went in and sat waiting for a few minutes. But my restlessness made me get up again, to walk about a little. As I passed out I saw some marks on the sand, close under the front of the boat-house. I stooped down to examine them, and discovered a word written in large letters on the sand.
The word was -- LOOK.'
‘And you scraped away the sand, and dug a hollow place in it?'
‘How do you know that, Marian?'
‘I saw the hollow place myself when I followed you to the boat-house.
Go on -- go on!'
‘Yes, I scraped away the sand on the surface, and in a little while I came to a strip of paper hidden beneath, which had writing on it. The writing was signed with Anne Catherick's initials.'
‘Where is it?'
‘Sir Percival has taken it from me.'
‘Can you remember what the writing was? Do you think you can repeat it to me?'
‘In substance I can, Marian. It was very short. You would have remembered it. word for word.'
‘Try to tell me what the substance was before we go any further.'
She complied. I write the lines down here exactly as she repeated them to me. They ran thus -- and had to run to save myself. He was not quick enough on his feet to follow me, and he lost me among the trees. I dare not risk coming back here today at the same time. I write this, and hide it in the sand, at six in the morning, to tell you so. When we speak next of your wicked husband's Secret we must speak safely, or not at all. Try to have patience. I promise you shall see me again and that soon. -- A.
C.'
The reference to the ‘tall, stout old man' (the terms of which Laura was certain that she had repeated to me correctly) left no doubt as to who the intruder had been. I called to mind that I had told Sir Percival, in the Count's presence the day before, that Laura had gone to the boat-house to look for her brooch. In all probability he had followed her there, in his officious way, to relieve her mind about the matter of the signature, immediately after he had mentioned the change in Sir Percival's plans to me in the drawing-room. In this case he could only have got to the neighbourhood of the boat-house at the very moment when Anne Catherick discovered him.
The suspiciously hurried manner in which she parted from Laura had no doubt prompted his useless attempt to follow her. Of the conversation which had previously taken place between them he could have heard nothing. The distance between the house and the lake, and the time at which he left me in the drawing-room, as compared with the time at which Laura and Anne Catherick had been speaking together, proved that fact to us at any rate, beyond a doubt.
Having arrived at something like a conclusion so far, my next great interest was to know what discoveries Sir Percival had made after Count Fosco had given him his information.
‘How came you to lose possession of the letter?' I asked. ‘What did you do with it when you found it in the sand?'
‘After reading it once through,' she replied, ‘I took it into the boat-house with me to sit down and look over it a second time. While I was reading a shadow fell across the paper. I looked up, and saw Sir Percival standing in the doorway watching me.'
‘Did you try to hide the letter?'
‘I tried, but he stopped me. ‘‘You needn't trouble to hide that,'' he said. ‘‘I happen to have read it.'' I could only look at him helplessly -- I could say nothing. ‘‘You understand?'' he went on; ‘‘I have read it.
I dug it up out of the sand two hours since, and buried it again, and wrote the word above it again, and left it ready to your hands. You can't lie yourself out of the scrape now. You saw Anne Catherick in secret yesterday, and you have got her letter in your hand at this moment. I have not caught her yet, but I have caught you. Give me the letter.'' He stepped close up to me -- I was alone with him, Marian -- what could I do? -- I gave him the letter.'
‘What did he say when you gave it to him?'
‘At first he said nothing. He took me by the arm, and led me out of the boat-house, and looked about him on all sides, as if he was afraid of our being seen or heard. Then he clasped his hand fast round my arm, and whispered to me, ‘‘What did Anne Catherick say to you yesterday? I insist on hearing every word, from first to last.'''
‘Did you tell him?'
‘I was alone with him, Marian -- his cruel hand was bruising my arm -- what could I do?'
‘Is the mark on your arm still? Let me see it.'
‘Why do you want to see it?'
‘I want to see it, Laura, because our endurance must end, and our resistance must begin today. That mark is a weapon to strike him with. Let me see it now -- I may have to swear to it at some future time.'
‘Oh, Marian, don't look so -- don't talk so I It doesn't hurt me now!'
‘Let me see it!'
She showed me the marks. I was past grieving over them, past crying over them, past shuddering over them. They say we are either better than men, or worse. If the temptation that has fallen in some women's way, and made them worse, had fallen in mine at that moment -- Thank God! my face betrayed nothing that his wife could read. The gentle, innocent, affectionate creature thought I was frightened for her and sorry for her, and thought no more.
‘Don't think too seriously of it, Marian,' she said simply, as she pulled her sleeve down again. ‘It doesn't hurt me now.'
‘I will try to think quietly of it, my love, for your sake. -- Well! well! And you told him all that Anne Catherick had said to you -- all that you told me?
