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The beginning of the end is come._" Whereupon Randolph
did return, and in three months from the date of his landing in England,
Lord Pharanx was dead.'
'_Murdered_?'
A certain something in the tone in which this word was uttered by
Zaleski puzzled me. It left me uncertain whether he had addressed to
me an exclamation of conviction, or a simple question. I must have
looked this feeling, for he said at once:
'I could easily, from your manner, surmise as much, you know. Perhaps
I might even have foretold it, years ago.'
'Foretold--what? Not the murder of Lord Pharanx?'
'Something of that kind,' he answered with a smile; 'but proceed--tell
me all the facts you know.'
Word-mysteries of this sort fell frequent from the lips of the prince. I
continued the narrative.
'The two, then, met, and were reconciled. But it was a reconciliation
without cordiality, without affection--a shaking of hands across a
barrier of brass; and even this hand-shaking was a strictly metaphorical

one, for they do not seem ever to have got beyond the interchange of a
frigid bow. The opportunities, however, for observation were few. Soon
after Randolph's arrival at Orven Hall, his father entered on a life of the
most absolute seclusion. The mansion is an old three-storied one, the
top floor consisting for the most part of sleeping-rooms, the first of a
library, drawing-room, and so on, and the ground-floor, in addition to
the dining and other ordinary rooms, of another small library, looking
out (at the side of the house) on a low balcony, which, in turn, looks on
a lawn dotted with flower-beds. It was this smaller library on the
ground-floor that was now divested of its books, and converted into a
bedroom for the earl. Hither he migrated, and here he lived, scarcely
ever leaving it. Randolph, on his part, moved to a room on the first
floor immediately above this. Some of the retainers of the family were
dismissed, and on the remaining few fell a hush of expectancy, a sense
of wonder, as to what these things boded. A great enforced quiet
pervaded the building, the least undue noise in any part being sure to be
followed by the angry voice of the master demanding the cause. Once,
as the servants were supping in the kitchen on the side of the house
most remote from that which he occupied, Lord Pharanx, slippered and
in dressing-gown, appeared at the doorway, purple with rage,
threatening to pack the whole company of them out of doors if they did
not moderate the clatter of their knives and forks. He had always been
regarded with fear in his own household, and the very sound of his
voice now became a terror. His food was taken to him in the room he
had made his habitation, and it was remarked that, though simple
before in his gustatory tastes, he now--possibly owing to the sedentary
life he led--became fastidious, insisting on _recherché_ bits. I mention
all these details to you--as I shall mention others--not because they
have the least connection with the tragedy as it subsequently occurred,
but merely because I know them, and you have requested me to state all
I know.'
'Yes,' he answered, with a suspicion of ennui, 'you are right. I may as
well hear the whole--if I must hear a part.'
'Meanwhile, Randolph appears to have visited the earl at least once a
day. In such retirement did he, too, live that many of his friends still

supposed him to be in India. There was only one respect in which he
broke through this privacy. You know, of course, that the Orvens are,
and, I believe, always have been, noted as the most obstinate, the most
crabbed of Conservatives in politics. Even among the past-enamoured
families of England, they stand out conspicuously in this respect. Is it
credible to you, then, that Randolph should offer himself to the Radical
Association of the Borough of Orven as a candidate for the next
election in opposition to the sitting member? It is on record, too, that he
spoke at three public meetings--reported in local papers--at which he
avowed his political conversion; afterwards laid the foundation-stone of
a new Baptist chapel; presided at a Methodist tea-meeting; and taking
an abnormal interest in the debased condition of the labourers in the
villages round, fitted up as a class-room an apartment on the top floor
at Orven Hall, and gathered round him on two evenings in every week
a class of yokels, whom he proceeded to cram with demonstrations in
elementary mechanics.'
'Mechanics!' cried Zaleski, starting upright for a moment, 'mechanics to
agricultural labourers! Why not elementary chemistry? Why not
elementary botany? Why mechanics?'
This was the first evidence of interest he had shown in the story.