"
"And your father?"
She was silent, and I saw tears standing in her eyes.
"There was a tragedy," Jack explained in a low, hoarse voice. "He and
the captain did not, unfortunately, get sufficiently far from the yacht
when they blew her up, and they went down with her."
And I looked in silence at Muriel, who stood with her head bent and her
white face covered with her hands.
Almost at the same moment there was a low tap at the door, and the
servant-maid announced:
"Mr. Santini, miss."
"Ah!" exclaimed Jack quickly, as Olinto entered the room. "Then you had
my note! We have asked you here to reveal to us this dastardly plot
which seemed to have been formed against Mr. Gregg and myself. As you
know, I've had a narrow escape."
"I know, signore. And the Signor Commendatore is also threatened."
"By whom?"
"By those who killed my poor wife, and who intended also to silence me,"
was his answer.
"The same who compelled you take me to that house where the fatal chair
was prepared, eh?"
"It was Archer, who, fearing that you came to London in search of them,
devised that devilish contrivance," he said in his broken English.
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