Yeo then turned
to his patient, but he drew back. Death was stamped on the
face.
Cuthbert called in the servant. "Lord Caranby is dead," he
said quietly.
"Yes, my lord," replied the servant, and Mallow started on
hearing the title. But he was now Lord Caranby and his uncle
was dead.
CHAPTER XXVI
CUTHBERT'S ENEMY
Before leaving the death-chamber, Mallow--now Lord Caranby--
sealed the confession in the presence of Yeo, and went with
him into the sitting-room. "What will you do with that?"
asked the doctor, indicating the envelope with a nod.
"I shall place it in the hand of my lawyers to be put with
family papers," replied Cuthbert. "I am sure you agree with
me, Yeo, that it is unnecessary to make the contents public.
My uncle is dead."
"Even were he still alive, I should advise you to say
nothing," replied Yeo, grimly; "the woman deserved her fate,
even though it was an accident. She destroyed Caranby's life.
He would have married Selina Loach and have been a happy man
but for her."
"There I think you wrong her. It is Isabella Octagon who is
to blame. She has indeed been a fatal woman to my poor uncle.
But for her, he would not have been prevented from marrying
Selina and thus have fallen into the toils of Emilia. Emilia
would not have murdered Selina, and the result would not have
come out after all these years in the death of my uncle at the
hands of Bathsheba Saul."
"Who is she?"
"Maraquito.
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