The Talisman Ring

Miss Thane, a sympathetic listener, followed the story of the talisman ring with keen interest, only interpolating a question when the tale became too involved to be intelligible. She accepted Ludovic’s innocence without the smallest hesitation, and said at the end of the recital that nothing would give her greater pleasure than to assist in unmasking the real culprit.

“Yes,” said Eustacie, “and me, I think that it was perhaps my cousin Tristram, for he has a collection of jewellery, and, besides, he is a person who might murder people—except that he is not at all romantic,” she added.

“He sounds very disagreeable,” said Miss Thane.

“He is—very! And, do you know, I have suddenly thought that perhaps I had better marry him, because then he would have to show me his collection, and if I found the talisman ring it would make everything right for Ludovic.”

Miss Thane bent down to poke the fire. She said with a slight tremor in her voice: “But then if you did not find the ring it would be tiresome to have married him all to no purpose. And one has to consider that he might not wish to marry you.”

“Oh, but he does!” said Eustacie. “In fact, we are betrothed. That is why I have run away. He has no conversation. Moreover, he said that if I went to London, I should not find myself in any way remarkable.”

“He was wrong,” said Miss Thane with conviction.

“Yes, I think he was wrong, but you see he is not sympathique, and he does not like women.”

Miss Thane blinked at her. “Are you sure?” she said. “I mean, if he wants to marry you—”

“But he does not want to marry me! It is just that he must have an heir, and because Grandpиre made for us a mariage de convenance. Only Grandpиre is dead now, and I am not going to marry a person who says that he would not care if I went to the guillotine in a tumbril!”

“Did he really say that?” inquired Miss Thane. “He must be a positive Monster!”

“Well, no, he did not say exactly that,” admitted Eustacie. “But when I asked him if he would not be sorry to see me, a jeune fille

, in a tumbril, and dressed all in white, he said he would be sorry for anyone in a tumbril, ‘whatever their age or sex or—or apparel’!”

“You need say no more; I can see that he is a person of no sensibility,” said Miss Thane. “I am not surprised that you ran away from him to join your cousin Ludovic.”

“Oh, I didn’t!” replied Eustacie. “I mean, I never knew I was going to meet Ludovic. I ran away to become a governess.”

“Forgive me,” said Miss Thane, “but have you then just met your cousin Ludovic by chance, and for the first time?”

“But yes, I have told you! And he said I should not do for a governess.” She sighed. “I wish I could think of something to be which is exciting! If only I were a man!”

“Yes,” agreed Miss Thane. “I feel very strongly that you should have been a man and gone smuggling with your cousin.”

Eustacie threw her a glowing look. “That is just what I should have liked! But Ludovic says they never take females with them.”

“How wretchedly selfish!” said Miss Thane in accents of disgust.

“Yes, but I think it is not perhaps entirely Ludovic’s fault, for he said he liked to have me with him. But the others did not like it at all, in particular Ned, who wanted to hit me on the head.”

“Is Ned a s—free trader too?”

“Yes, and Abel. But they are not precisely free traders, but only land smugglers, which is, I think, a thing inferior.”

“It sounds quite inferior,” said Miss Thane. “Did you meet your cousin Ludovic, and Ned, and Abel on your way here?”

“Yes, and when he seized me of course I thought Ludovic was the Headless Horseman!”

Miss Thane was regarding her as one entranced. “Of course!” she echoed. “I suppose you were expecting to meet a headless horseman?”

“Well,” replied Eustacie judicially, “my maid told me that he rides the Forest, and that one finds him up on the crupper behind one, but my cousin Tristram said that it was only a legend.”

“The more I hear about your cousin Tristram,” said Miss Thane, “the more I am convinced he is not at all the husband for you.”

“No, and what is more he is thirty-one years old, and he does not frequent gaming hells or cockpits, and when I asked him if he would ride ventre a terre to come to my deathbed, he said ‘Certainly not’!”

“This is more shocking than all the rest!” declared Miss Thane. “He must be quite heartless!”

“Yes,” said Eustacie bitterly. “He says I am not in the least likely to die.”

“A man like that,” pronounced Miss Thane, “would be bound to say the Headless Horseman was only a legend.”

“That is what I thought, but my cousin Ludovic was not after all the Headless Horseman, and I must admit that I have not yet seen him—or the Dragon which was once in the Forest.”

“Really, you have had a very dull ride when one comes to think of it.”