The Face of the Abbot | Page 4

L.T. Meade
first came that he had an interview pending of a very
important character. But, there, I must not keep you, Mr. Druce; you
are also a very busy man. Before you go, however, do tell me what you
think of the whole thing. I certainly cannot live at the castle while that
ghastly face is unexplained; but at the same time I do not wish to give
up the property."
"You shall live there, enjoy the property, and be happy," I answered. "I
will think over everything; I am certain we shall see a way out of the
mystery."
I wrung her hand and hurried away.
During the remainder of the evening this extraordinary case occupied
my thoughts to the exclusion of almost everything else. I made up my
mind to take it up, to set every inquiry on foot, and, above all things, to
ascertain if there was a physical reason for the apparition's appearance;
in short, if Mr. Sherwood's awful death was for the benefit of any living
person. But I must confess that, think as I would, I could not see the
slightest daylight until I remembered the curious expression of De
Castro's face when he spoke of his appointment with a lady. The man
had undoubtedly his weak point; he had his own private personal fear.
What was its nature?
I made a note of the circumstance and determined to speak to
Vandeleur about it when I had a chance.
The next morning one of the directors of our agency called. He and I
had a long talk over business matters, and when he was leaving he
asked me when I wished to take my holiday.
"If you like to go away for a fortnight or three weeks, now is your
time," was his final remark.

I answered without a moment's hesitation that I should wish to go to
Portugal, and would take advantage of the leave of absence which he
offered me.
Now, it had never occurred to me to think of visiting Portugal until that
moment; but so strongly did the idea now take possession of me that I
went at once to the Cecil and had an interview with De Castro. I told
him that I could not fulfil my promise to Miss Sherwood without being
on the spot, and I should therefore accompany him when he returned to
Lisbon. His face expressed genuine delight, and before we parted we
arranged to meet at Charing Cross on the morning after the morrow. I
then hastened to Putney to inform Helen Sherwood of my intention.
To my surprise I saw her busy placing different articles of her wardrobe
in a large trunk which occupied the place of honour in the centre of the
little sitting-room.
"What are you doing?" I cried.
She coloured.
"You must not scold me," she said. "There is only one thing to do, and I
made up my mind this morning to do it. The day after to-morrow I am
going to Lisbon. I mean to investigate the mystery for myself."
"You are a good, brave girl," I cried. "But listen, Helen; it is not
necessary."
I then told her that I had unexpectedly obtained a few weeks' holiday
and that I intended to devote the time to her service.
"Better and better," she cried. "I go with you. Nothing could have been
planned more advantageously for me."
"What put the idea into your head?" I asked.
"It isn't my own," she said. "I spent a dreadful night, and this morning,
soon after ten o'clock, I had an unexpected visitor. She is not a stranger

to me, although I have never mentioned her name. She is known as
Madame Sara, and is----"
"My dear Helen!" I cried. "You don't mean to tell me you know that
woman? She is one of the most unscrupulous in the whole of London.
You must have nothing to do with her--nothing whatever."
Helen opened her eyes to their widest extent.
"You misjudge Madame Sara," she said. "I have known her for the last
few years, and she has been a most kind friend to me. She has got me
more than one good post as teacher, and I have always felt a warm
admiration for her. She is, beyond doubt, the most unselfish woman I
ever met."
I shook my head.
"You will not get me to alter my opinion of her," continued Helen.
"Think of her kindness in calling to see me to-day. She drove here this
morning just because she happened to see my uncle, Petro de Castro,
yesterday. She has known him, too, for some time. She had a talk with
him about me, and he told her all about the strange will. She was
immensely interested, and said that it was imperative
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