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Mystery of the Boule Cabinet

<h5 id="id01180">THE VEILED LADY</h5> There were three persons in the carriage. Mr. Hornblower sat with his back to the horses, and two women were on the opposite seat. Both were dressed in black and heavily veiled, but there was about them the indefinable distinction of mistress and maid. It would be difficult to tell precisely in what the distinction consisted, but it was there. Mr. Hornblower glanced behind me as I entered. "You spoke of a witness," he said. "He is at the Vantine house," I explained, and sat down beside him. "This is Mr. Lester," he said, and the veiled lady opposite him, whom I had known at once to be the mistress, inclined her head a little. Those were the only words spoken. The carriage rolled out to Broadway and then turned northward, making such progress as was possible along that crowded thoroughfare. I glanced from time to time at the women opposite, and was struck by the contrast in their behaviour. One sat quite still, her hands in her lap, her head bent, admirably self-contained; the other was restless and uneasy, unable to control a nervous twitching of the fingers. I wondered why the maid should seem more upset than her mistress, and decided finally that her uneasiness was merely lack of breeding. But the contrast interested me. At Tenth Street, the carriage turned westward again, skirted Washington Square, turned into the Avenue, and stopped before the Vantine house. Mr. Hornblower assisted the women to alight, and I led the way up the steps. But as we reached the top and came upon the funeral wreath on the door, the veiled lady stopped with a little exclamation. "I did not know," she said, quickly. "Perhaps, after all, we would better wait. I did not realise…." "There are no relatives to be hurt, madame," I interrupted. "As for the dead man, what can it matter to him?" and I rang the bell. Parks opened the door, and, nodding to him, I led the way along the hall and into the ante-room. Godfrey was awaiting us there, and I saw the flame of interest which leaped into his eyes, as Mr. Hornblower and the two veiled women entered. "This is my witness," I said to the former. "Mr. Godfrey—Mr. Hornblower." Godfrey bowed, and Hornblower regarded him with a good-humoured smile. "If I were not sure of Mr. Godfrey's discretion," he said, "I should object. But I have tested it before this, and know that it can be relied upon." "There is only one person to whom I yield precedence in the matter of discretion," rejoined Godfrey, smiling back at him, "and that is Mr. Hornblower. He is in a class quite by himself." "Thank you," said the lawyer, and bowed gravely. During this interchange of compliments, the woman I had decided was the maid had sat down, as though her legs were unable to sustain her, and was nervously clasping and unclasping her hands; even her mistress showed signs of impatience. "The cabinet is in here," I said, and led the way into the inner room, the two men and the veiled lady at my heels. It stood in the middle of the floor, just as it had stood since the night of the tragedy, and all the lights were going. As I entered, I noticed Godfrey's gauntlet lying on a chair. "Is it the right one, madame?" I asked. She gazed at it a moment, her hands pressed against her breast. "Yes!" she answered, with a gasp that was almost a sob. I confess I was astonished. I had never thought it could be the right one; even now I did not see how it could possibly be the right one. "You are sure?" I queried incredulously. "Do you think I could be mistaken in such a matter, sir? I assure you that this cabinet at one time belonged to me. You permit me?" she added, and took a step toward it. "One moment, madame," I interposed. "I must warn you that in touching that cabinet you are running a great risk." "A great risk?" she echoed, looking at me. "A very great risk, as I have pointed out to Mr. Hornblower. I have reason to believe that two men met death while trying to open that secret drawer." "I believe Mr. Hornblower did tell me something of the sort," she murmured; "but of course that is all a mistake." "Then the drawer is not guarded by poison?" I questioned. "By poison?" she repeated blankly, and carried her handkerchief to her lips. "I do not understand." I knew that my theory was collapsing, utterly, hopelessly. I dared not look at Godfrey. "Is there not, connected with the drawer," I asked, "a mechanism which, as the drawer is opened, plunges two poisoned fangs into the hand which opens it?" "No, Mr. Lester," she answered, astonishment in her voice, "I assure you there is no such mechanism." I clutched at a last straw, and a sorry one it was! "The mechanism may have been placed there since the cabinet passed from your possession," I suggested. "That is, perhaps, possible," she agreed, though I saw that she was unconvinced. "At any rate, madame," I said, "I would ask that, in opening the drawer, you wear this gauntlet," and I picked up Godfrey's gauntlet from the chair on which it lay. "It is needless that you should take any risk, however slight. Permit me," and I slipped the gauntlet over her right hand. As I did so, I glanced at Godfrey. He was staring at the veiled lady with such a look of stupefaction that I nearly choked with delight. It had not often been my luck to see Jim Godfrey mystified, but he was certainly mystified now! The veiled lady regarded the steel glove with a little laugh. "I am now free to open the drawer?" she asked. "Yes, madame." She moved toward the cabinet, Godfrey and I close behind her. At last the secret which had defied us was to be revealed. And with its revelation would come the end of the picturesque and romantic theory we had been building up so laboriously. Instinctively, I glanced toward the shuttered window, but the semi-circle of light was unobscured. The veiled lady bent above the table and disposed the fingers of her right hand to fit the metal inlay midway of the left side. "It is a little awkward," she said. "I have always been accustomed to using the left hand. You will notice that I am pressing on three points; but to open the drawer, one must press these points in a certain order—- first this one, then this one, and then this one." There was a sharp click, and, at the side of the table, a piece of the metal inlay fell forward. "That is the handle," said the veiled lady, and, without an instant's hesitation, while my heart stood still, she grasped it and drew out a shallow drawer. "Ah!" and, casting aside the ridiculous gauntlet, she caught up the packet of papers which lay within. Then, with an effort, she controlled herself, slipped off the ribbon which held the packet together, and spread out before my eyes ten or twelve envelopes. "You will see that they are only letters, Mr. Lester," she said in a low voice, "and I assure you that they belong to me." "I believe you, madame," I said, and with a sigh of relief that was almost a sob, she rebound the packet and slipped it into the bosom of her gown. "There is one thing," I added, "which madame can, perhaps, do for me." "I shall be most happy!" she breathed. "As I have told Mr. Hornblower," I continued, "two men died in this room the day before yesterday. Or, rather, it was in the room beyond that they died; but we believed it was here they received the wounds which caused death. It seems that we were wrong in this." "Undoubtedly," she agreed. "There has never been any such weird mechanism as you described connected with that drawer, Mr. Lester. At least, not since I have had it. There is a legend, you know, that the cabinet was made for Madame de Montespan." She was talking more freely now; evidently a great load had been lifted from her—perhaps I did not guess how great! "Mr. Vantine suspected as much," I said. "He was a connoisseur of furniture, and there was something about this cabinet which told him it had belonged to the Montespan. He was examining it at the time he died. What the other man was doing, we do not know, but if we could identify him, it might help us." "You have not identified him?" "We know nothing whatever about him, except that he was presumably a Frenchman, and that he arrived on La Touraine, two days ago." "That is the boat upon which I came over." "It has occurred to me, madame, that you may have seen him—that he may even be known to you." "What was his name?" "The card he sent in to Mr. Vantine bore the name of Théophile d'Aurelle." She shook her head. "I have never before heard that name, Mr. Lester." "We believe it to have been an assumed name," I said; "but perhaps you will recognise this photograph," and I drew it from my pocket and handed it to her. She took it, looked at it, and again shook her head. Then she looked at it again, turning aside and raising her veil in order to see it better. "There seems to be something familiar about the face," she said, at last, "as though I might have seen the man somewhere." "On the boat, perhaps," I suggested, but I knew very well it was not on the boat, since the man had crossed in the steerage. "No; it was not on the boat. I did not leave my stateroom on the boat. But I am quite sure that I have seen him—and yet I can't say where." "Perhaps," I said, in a low voice, "he may have been one of the friends of your husband." I saw her hand tremble under the blow, but it had to be struck. And she was brave. "The same thought occurred to me, Mr. Lester," she answered; "but I know very few of my husband's friends; certainly not this one. And yet…. Perhaps my maid can help us." Photograph in hand, she stepped through the doorway into the outer room. The maid was sitting on the chair where we had left her; her hands clenched tightly together in her lap, as though it was only by some violent effort she could maintain her self-control. "Julie," said the veiled lady, in rapid French, "I have here the photograph of a man who was killed in this room most mysteriously a few days ago. These gentlemen wish to identify him. The face seems to me somehow familiar, but I cannot place it. Look at it." Julie put forth a shaking hand, took the photograph, and glanced at it; then, with a long sigh, slid limply to the floor, before either Godfrey or I could catch her. As she fell, her veil, catching on the chair-back, was torn away; and, looking down at her, a great emotion burst within me, for I recognised the mysterious woman whose photograph d'Aurelle had carried in his watch-case. <h2 id="id01253" style="margin-top: 4em">CHAPTER XV</h2> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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