Sir Marmaduke had quickly arrived at the conclusion that Richard Lambert had seen and spoken to Lady Sue and had learned from her that she was now irrevocably married to him, whom she always called her prince.  Doubtless, the young man was frenzied with grief, and in his weak state of health after the terrible happenings of the past few weeks, would mayhap, either go raving mad, or end his miserable existence over the cliffs.  Either eventuality would suit Sir Marmaduke admirably, and he sighed with satisfaction at the thought that the knot between the heiress and himself was indeed tied sufficiently firm now to ensure her obedience to his will.

There was to be one more scene in the brief and cruel drama which he had devised for the hoodwinking and final spoliation of a young and inexperienced girl.  She had earlier in the day been placed in possession of all the negotiable part of her fortune.  This, though by no means representing the whole of her wealth, which also lay in landed estates, was nevertheless of such magnitude that the thought of its possession caused every fiber in Sir Marmaduke’s body to thrill with the delight of expectancy.

One more brief scene in the drama:  the handing over of that vast fortune, by the young girl-wife—­blindly and obediently—­to the man whom she believed to be her husband.  Once that scene enacted, the curtain would fall on the love episode ’twixt a romantic and ignorant maid and the most daring scoundrel that had ever committed crime to obtain a fortune.

In anticipation of that last and magnificent denouement, Sir Marmaduke had once more donned the disguise of the exiled Orleans prince:  the elaborate clothes, the thick perruque, the black silk shade over the left eye, which gave him such a sinister expression.

Now he was literally devoured with the burning desire to see Sue arriving with that wallet in her hand, which contained securities and grants to the value of L500,000.  A brief interlude with her, a few words of perfunctory affection, a few assurances of good faith, and he—­as her princely husband—­would vanish from her ken forever.

He meant to go abroad immediately—­this very night, if possible.  Prudence and caution could easily be thrown to the winds, once the negotiable securities were actually in his hands.  What he could convert into money, he would do immediately, going to Amsterdam first, to withdraw the sum standing at the bank there on deposit, and for which anon, he would possess the receipt; after that the sale of the grant of monopolies should be easy of accomplishment.  Sir Marmaduke had boundless faith in his own ability to carry through his own business.  He might stand to lose some of the money perhaps; prudence and caution might necessitate the relinquishing of certain advantages, but even then he would be rich and passing rich, and he knew that he ran but little risk of detection.  The girl was young, inexperienced and singularly friendless:  Sir Marmaduke felt convinced that none of the foreign transactions could ever be directly traced to himself.