"She deferred her answer, until I had first told her whether the visit of the doctor might be expected on that day. I could reply to this in the negative. Elizabeth, thereupon, made a startling request; she begged me to introduce her to Mr. Gracedieu.
"I said: 'Surely, you have forgotten the sad state of his mind?' No; she knew perfectly well that he was imbecile. 'I want to try,' she explained, 'if I can rouse him for a few minutes.'
"'By Massage?' I inquired.
"She burst out laughing. 'Massage, my dear, doesn't act in that way. It is an elaborate process, pursued patiently for weeks together. But my hands have more than one accomplishment at their finger-ends. Oh, make your mind easy! I shall do no harm, if I do no good. Take me, Selina, to the Minister.'
"We went to his room. Don't blame me for giving way; I am too fond of Elizabeth to be able to disappoint her.
"It was a sad sight when we went in. He was quite happy, playing like a child, at cup-and-ball. The attendant retired at my request. I introduced Mrs. Tenbruggen. He smiled and shook hands with her. He said: 'Are you a Christian or a Pagan? You are very pretty. How many times can you catch the ball in the cup?' The effort to talk to her ended there. He went on with his game, and seemed to forget that there was anybody in the room. It made my heart ache to remember what he was--and to see him now.
"Elizabeth whispered: 'Leave me alone with him.'
"I don't know why I did such a rude thing--I hesitated.
"Elizabeth asked me if I had no confidence in her. I was ashamed of myself; I left them together.
"A long half-hour passed. Feeling a little uneasy, I went upstairs again and looked into the room. He was leaning back in his chair; his plaything was on the floor, and he was looking vacantly at the light that came in through the window. I found Mrs. Tenbruggen at the other end of the room, in the act of ringing the bell. Nothing in the least out of the ordinary way seemed to have happened. When the attendant had answered the bell, we left the room together. Mr. Gracedieu took no notice of us.
"'Well,' I said, 'how has it ended?'
"Quite calmly my noble Elizabeth answered: 'In total failure.'
"'What did you say to him after you sent me away?'
"'I tried, in every possible way, to get him to tell me which of his two daughters was the oldest.'
"'Did he refuse to answer?'
"'He was only too ready to answer. First, he said Helena was the oldest--then he corrected himself, and declared that Eunice was the oldest--then he said they were twins--then he went back to Helena and Eunice. Now one was the oldest, and now the other. He rang the changes on those two names, I can't tell you how often, and seemed to think it a better game than cup-and-ball.'
"'What is to be done?'
"'Nothing is to be done, Selina.'
"'What!' I cried, 'you give it up?'
"My heroic friend answered: 'I know when I am beaten, my dear-- I give it up.' She looked at her watch; it was time to operate on the muscles of one of her patients. Away she went, on her glorious mission of Massage, without a murmur of regret. What strength of mind! But, oh, dear, what a disappointment for poor little me! On one thing I am determined. If I find myself getting puzzled or frightened, I shall instantly write to you."
With that expression of confidence in me, Selina's narrative came to an end. I wish I could have believed, as she did, that the object of her admiration had been telling her the truth.
A few days later, Mrs. Tenbruggen honored me with a visit at my house in the neighborhood of London. Thanks to this circumstance, I am able to add a postscript which will complete the revelations in Miss Jillgall's letter.
The illustrious Masseuse, having much to conceal from her faithful Selina, was well aware that she had only one thing to keep hidden from me; namely, the advantage which she would have gained if her inquiries had met with success.
"I thought I might have got at what I wanted," she told me, "by mesmerizing our reverend friend. He is as weak as a woman; I threw him into hysterics, and had to give it up, and quiet him, or he would have alarmed the house. You look as if you don't believe in mesmerism."
"My looks, Mrs. Tenbruggen, exactly express my opinion. Mesmerism is a humbug!"
"You amusing old Tory! Shall I throw you into a state of trance? No! I'll give you a shock of another kind--a shock of surprise. I know as much as you do about Mr. Gracedieu's daughters. What do you think of that?"
"I think I should like to hear you tell me, which is the adopted child."
"Helena, to be sure!"
Her manner was defiant, her tone was positive; I doubted both. Under the surface of her assumed confidence, I saw something which told me that she was trying to read my thoughts in my face. Many other women had tried to do that. They succeeded when I was young. When I had reached the wrong side of fifty, my face had learned discretion, and they failed.
"How did you arrive at your discovery?" I asked. "I know of nobody who could have helped you."
"I helped myself, sir! I reasoned it out. A wonderful thing for a woman to do, isn't it? I wonder whether you could follow the process?"
My reply to this was made by a bow. I was sure of my command over my face; but perfect control of the voice is a rare power. Here and there, a great actor or a great criminal possesses it.
Mrs. Tenbruggen's vanity took me into her confidence. "In the first place," she said, "Helena is plainly the wicked one of the two. I was not prejudiced by what Selina had told me of her: I saw it, and felt it, before I had been five minutes in her company. If lying tongues ever provoke her as lying tongues provoked her mother, she will follow her mother's example. Very well. Now--in the second place--though it is very slight, there is a certain something in her hair and her complexion which reminds me of the murderess: there is no other resemblance, I admit. In the third place, the girls' names point to the same conclusion. Mr. Gracedieu is a Protestant and a Dissenter. Would he call a child of his own by the name of a Roman Catholic saint? No! he would prefer a name in the Bible; Eunice is his child. And Helena was once the baby whom I carried into the prison. Do you deny that?"
"I don't deny it."
Only four words! But they were deceitfully spoken, and the deceit--practiced in Eunice's interest, it is needless to say--succeeded. Mrs. Tenbruggen's object in visiting me was attained; I had confirmed her belief in the delusion that Helena was the adopted child.
She got up to take her leave. I asked if she proposed remaining in London. No; she was returning to her country patients that night.
As I attended her to the house-door, she turned to me with her mischievous smile. "I have taken some trouble in finding the clew to the Minister's mystery," she said. "Don't you wonder why?"
"If I did wonder," I answered, "would you tell me why?"
She laughed at the bare idea of it. "Another lesson," she said, "to assist a helpless man in studying the weaker sex.