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Dear Things Know All About The Future."
As Mrs. Belgrove Spoke She Peered Through Her Lorgnette To See If Anyone
At The Breakfast-Table Was Smiling.
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To Find That He Had Closed The Door Pending Their Coming. Some Had Even
Heard The Second Shot While Descending The Stairs. It Was Proved,
Therefore, In A Very Positive Manner, That The Master Of The House Had
Not Murdered The Supposed Robber.
"I Never Intended To Kill Him," Declared Garvington When His Evidence
Was Taken. "All I Intended To Do, And All I Did Do, Was To Wing Him, So
That He Might Be Captured On The Spot, Or Traced Later. I Closed The
Door After Firing The Shot, As I Fancied That He Might Have Had Some
Accomplices With Him, And I Wished To Make Myself Safe Until Assistance
Arrived."
"You Had No Idea That The Man Was Sir Hubert Pine?" Asked A Juryman.
"Certainly Not. I Should Not Have Fired Had I Recognized Him. The Moment
I Opened The Door He Flung Himself Upon Me. I Fired And He Ran Away. It
Was Not Until We All Went Out And Found Him Dead By The Shrubbery That
I Recognized My Brother-In-Law. I Thought He Was In Paris."
Chapter 9 (Afterwards) Pg 84
Inspector Darby Deposed That He Had Examined The Shrubbery, And Had
Noted Broken Twigs Here And There, Which Showed That Some One Must Have
Been Concealed Behind The Screen Of Laurels. The Grass--Somewhat Long In
The Thicket--Had Been Trampled. But Nothing Had Been Discovered Likely
To Lead To The Discovery Of The Assassin Who Had Been Ambushed In This
Manner.
"Are There No Footmarks?" Questioned The Coroner.
"There Has Been No Rain For Weeks To Soften The Ground," Explained The
Witness, "Therefore It Is Impossible To Discover Any Footmarks. The
Broken Twigs And Trampled Grass Show That Some One Was Hidden In The
Shrubbery, But When This Person Left The Screen Of Laurels, There Is
Nothing To Show In Which Direction The Escape Was Made."
And Indeed All The Evidence Was Useless To Trace The Criminal. The Manor
Had Been Bolted And Barred By Lord Garvington Himself, Along With Some
Footmen And His Butler, So No One Within Could Have Fired The Second
Shot. The Evidence Of Mother Cockleshell, Of Chaldea, And Of Various
Other Gypsies, Went To Show That No One Had Left The Camp On That Night
With The Exception Of Hearne, And Even His Absence Had Not Been Made
Known Until The Fact Of The Death Was Made Public Next Morning. Hearne,
As Several Of The Gypsies Stated, Had Retired About Eleven To His Tent
And Had Said Nothing About Going To The Manor, Much Less About Leaving
The Camp. Silver's Statements Revealed Nothing, Since, Far From Seeking
His Brother-In-Law's House, Pine, Had Pointedly Declared That In Order
To Keep His Secret He Would Be Careful Not To Go Near The Place.
"And Pine Had No Enemies To My Knowledge Who Desired His Death,"
Declared The Secretary. "We Were So Intimate That Had His Life Been In
Danger He Certainly Would Have Spoken About It To Me."
"You Can Throw No Light On The Darkness?" Asked The Coroner Hopelessly.
"None," Said The Witness. "Nor, So Far As I Can See, Is Any One Else
Able To Throw Any Light On The Subject. Pine's Secret Was Not A
Dishonorable One, As He Was Such An Upright Man That No One Could Have
Desired To Kill Him."
Apparently There Was No Solution To The Mystery, As Every One Concluded,
When The Evidence Was Fully Threshed Out. An Open Verdict Was Brought
In, And The Proceedings Ended In This Unsatisfactory Manner.
"Wilful Murder Against Some Person Or Persons Unknown," Said Lambert,
When He Read The Report Of The Inquest In His St. James's Street Rooms.
"Strange. I Wonder Who Cut The Gordian Knot Of The Rope Which Bound
Agnes To Pine?"
He Could Find No Reply To This Question, Nor Could Any One Else.
Chapter 10 (A Difficult Position) Pg 85
Lord Garvington Was Not A Creditable Member Of The Aristocracy, Since
His Vices Greatly Exceeded His Virtues. With A Weak Nature, And The
Tastes Of A Sybarite, He Required A Great Deal Of Money To Render Him
Happy. Like The Immortal Becky Sharp, He Could Have Been Fairly Honest
If Possessed Of A Large Income; But Not Having It He Stopped Short Of
Nothing Save Actual Criminality In Order To Indulge His Luxurious
Tastes To The Full. Candidly Speaking, He Had Already Overstepped The
Mark When He Altered The Figures Of A Check His Brother-In-Law Had Given
Him, And, Had Not Pine Been So Generous, He Would Have Undoubtedly
Occupied An Extremely Unpleasant Position. However, Thanks To Agnes, The
Affair Had Been Hushed Up, And With Characteristic Promptitude,
Garvington Had Conveniently Forgotten How Nearly He Had Escaped The Iron
Grip Of Justice. In Fact, So Entirely Did It Slip His Memory That--On
The Plea Of Pine's Newly Discovered Origin--He Did Not Desire The Body
To Be Placed In The Family Vault. But The Widow Wished To Pay This Honor
To Her Husband's Remains, And Finally Got Her Own Way In The Matter, For
The Simple Reason That Now She Was The Owner Of Pine's Millions
Garvington Did Not Wish To Offend Her. But, As Such A Mean Creature
Would, He Made Capital Out Of The Concession.
"Since I Do This For You, Agnes," He Said Bluntly, When The Question Was
Being Decided, "You Must Do Something For Me."
"What Do You Wish Me To Do?"
"Ah--Hum--Hey--Ho!" Gurgled Garvington, Thinking Cunningly That It Was
Too Early Yet To Exploit Her. "We Can Talk About It When The Will Has
Been Read, And We Know Exactly How We Stand. Besides Your Grief Is
Sacred To Me, My Dear. Shut Yourself Up And Cry."
Agnes Had A Sense Of Humor, And The Blatant Hypocrisy Of The Speech Made
Her Laugh Outright In Spite Of The Genuine Regret She Felt For Her
Husband's Tragic Death. Garvington Was Quite Shocked. "Do You Forget
That The Body Is Yet In The House?" He Asked With Heavy Solemnity.
"I Don't Forget Anything," Retorted Agnes, Becoming Scornfully Serious.
"Not Even That You Count On Me To Settle Your Wretched Financial
Difficulties Out Of Poor Hubert's Money."
"Of Course You Will, My Dear. You Are A Lambert."
"Undoubtedly; But I Am Not Necessarily A Fool."
Chapter 10 (A Difficult Position) Pg 86
"Oh, I Can't Stop And Hear You Call Yourself Such A Name," Said
Garvington, Ostentatiously Dense To Her True Meaning. "It Is Hysteria
That Speaks, And Not My Dear Sister. Very Natural When You Are So
Grieved. We Are All Mortal."
"You Are Certainly Silly In Addition," Replied The Widow, Who Knew How
Useless It Was To Argue With The Man. "Go Away And Don't Worry Me. When
Poor Hubert Is Buried, And The Will Is Read, I Shall Announce My
Intentions."
"Intentions! Intentions!" Muttered The Corpulent Little Lord, Taking A
Hasty Departure Out Of Diplomacy. "Surely, Agnes Won't Be Such A Fool As
To Let The Family Estates Go."
It Never Struck Him That Pine Might Have So Worded The Will That The
Inheritance He Counted Upon Might Not Come To The Widow, Unless She
Chose To Fulfil A Certain Condition. But Then He Never Guessed The
Jealousy With Which The Hot-Blooded Gypsy Had Regarded The Early
Engagement Of Agnes And Lambert. If He Had Done So, He Assuredly Would
Not Have Invited The Young Man Down To The Funeral. But He Did So, And
Talked About Doing So, With A Frequent Mention That The Body Was To Rest
In The Sacred Vault Of The Lamberts So That Every One Should Applaud His
Generous Humility.
"Poor Pine Was Only A Gypsy," Said Garvington, On All And Every
Occasion. "But I Esteemed Him As A Good And Honest Man. He Shall Have
Every Honor Shown To His Memory. Noel And I, As Representatives Of His
Wife, My Dear Sister, Shall Follow Him To The Lambert Vault, And There,
With My Ancestors, The Body Of This Honorable, Though Humble, Man Shall
Rest Until The Day Of Judgment."
A Cynic In London Laughed When The Speech Was Reported To Him. "If
Garvington Is Buried In The Same Vault," He Said Contemptuously, "He
Will Ask Pine For Money, As Soon As They Rise To Attend The Great
Assizes!" Which Bitter Remark Showed That The Little Man Could Not
Induce People To Believe Him So Disinterested As He Should Have Liked
Them To Consider Him.
However, In Pursuance Of This Artful Policy, He Certainly Gave The Dead
Man, What The Landlady Of The Village Inn Called, "A Dressy Funeral."
All That Could Be Done In The Way Of Pomp And Ceremony Was Done, And The
Procession Which Followed Ishmael Hearne To The Grave Was An
Extraordinarily Long One. The Villagers Came Because, Like All The Lower
Orders, They Loved The Excitement Of An Interment; The Gypsies From The
Camp Followed, Since The Deceased Was Of Their Blood; And Many People In
Financial And Social Circles Came Down From London For The Obvious
Reason That Pine Was A Well-Known Figure In The City And The West End,
And Also A Member Of Parliament. As For Lambert, He Put In An
Appearance, In Response To His Cousin's Invitation, Unwillingly Enough,
But In Order To Convince Agnes That He Had Every Desire To Obey Her
Commands. People Could Scarcely Think That Pine Had Been Jealous Of The
Chapter 10 (A Difficult Position) Pg 87Early Engagement To Agnes, When Her Former Lover Attended The Funeral Of
A Successful Rival.
Of Course, The House Party At The Manor Had Broken Up Immediately After
The Inquest. It Would Have Disintegrated Before Only That Inspector
Darby Insisted That Every One Should Remain For Examination In
Connection With The Late Tragical Occurrence. But In Spite Of
Questioning And Cross-Questioning, Nothing Had Been Learned Likely To
Show Who Had Murdered The
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