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Unheeding, he stared at the fan with grief-stricken eyes. 'I picked it

up in the road,' he muttered, as much to himself as to them.

'It is hers?' 'Yes,' he said, holding it reverently. 'She must have dropped it--in the

struggle!' And then 'My God!' he continued fiercely, the sight of the

fan bringing the truth more vividly before him, 'Let me pass! Or I

shall be doing some one a mischief! Madam, let me pass, I say!' His tone was such that an ordinary woman must have given way to him; but

the viscountess had her reasons for being staunch. 'No,' she said

stoutly, 'not until these gentlemen have heard more. You have her fan,

which she took out an hour ago. She went to meet you--that we know from

this person'--she indicated Mr. Fishwick; 'and to meet you at your

request. The time, at sunset, the place, the corner of Manton Lane. And

what is the upshot? At that corner, at sunset, persons and a carriage

were waiting to carry her off. Who besides you knew that she would be

there?' Lady Dunborough continued, driving home the point with her

finger. 'Who besides you knew the time? And that being so, as soon as

they are safely away with her, you walk in here with an innocent face

and her fan in your pocket, and know naught about it! For shame! for

shame! Sir George! You will have us think we see the Cock Lane Ghost

next. For my part,' her ladyship continued ironically, 'I would as soon

believe in the rabbit-woman.' 'Let me pass, madam,' Sir George cried between his teeth. 'If you were

not a woman--' 'You would do something dreadful,' Lady Dunborough answered mockingly.

'Nevertheless, I shall be much mistaken, sir, if some of these gentlemen

have not a word to say in the matter.' Her ladyship's glance fell, as she spoke, on the stout red-faced

gentleman in the splashed boots and Ramillies, who had asked two

questions of the servant; and who, to judge by the attention with which

he followed my lady's words, was not proof against the charm which

invests a viscountess. If she looked at him with intention, she reckoned

well; for, as neatly as if the matter had been concerted between them,

he stepped forward and took up the ball.

'Sir George,' he said, puffing out his cheeks, 'her ladyship is quite

right. I--I am sorry to interfere, but you know me, and what my position

is on the Rota. And I do not think I can stand by any longer--which

might be adaerere culpae. This is a serious case, and I doubt I shall

not be justified in allowing you to depart without some more definite

explanation. Abduction, you know, is not bailable. You are a Justice

yourself, Sir George, and must know that. If this person therefore--who

I understand is an attorney--desires to lay a sworn information, I

must take it.' 'In heaven's name, sir,' Soane cried desperately, 'take it! Take what

you please, but let me take the road.' 'Ah, but that is what I doubt, sir, I cannot do,' the Justice answered.

'Mark you, there is motive, Sir George, and praesentia in loco,' he

continued, swelling with his own learning. 'And you have a partem

delicti on you. And, moreover, abduction is a special kind of case,

seeing that if the participes criminis are free the femme sole,

sometimes called the femina capta, is in greater danger. In fact, it

is a continuing crime. An information being sworn therefore--' 'It has not been sworn yet!' Sir George retorted fiercely. 'And I warn

you that any one who lays a hand on me shall rue it. God, man!' he

continued, horror in his voice, 'cannot you understand that while you

prate here they are carrying her off, and that time is everything?' 'Some persons have gone in pursuit,' the landlord answered with intent

to soothe.