Classic Audiobook Collection - The House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Katharine Green ~ Full Audiobook [mystery]

Starting point is 00:00:00 the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green book one smoke chapter i the hesitating step to have reared a towering scheme of happiness and to behold it raised were nothing all men hope and see their hopes frustrate and grieve a well and hope anew but a blot in the scotchin the moon rode high but ominous clouds were rushing towards it clouds heavy with snow i watched these clouds as i drove recklessly desperately over the winter roads i had just missed the desire of my life the one precious treasure which i coveted with my whole undisciplined heart and not being what you call a man of self-restraint i was chafed by my defeat far beyond the bounds i have usually set for myself the moon with the wild scurry of clouds hastening to blot it out of sight seemed to mirror the chaos threatening my better impulses and idly keeping it in view i rode on hardly conscious of my course till the rapid recurrence of several well-known landmarks warned me that i had taken the longest route home and that in another moment i should be skirting the grounds of the whispering pines our country club-house i had taken i let me rather say my horse for he and i had traversed this road many times together and he had no means of knowing that the season was over, and the clubhouse closed.

Starting point is 00:01:48 I did not think of it myself at the moment, and was recklessly questioning whether I should not drive in and end my disappointment in a wild carouse. When the great stack of chimneys coming suddenly into view against the broad disk of the still unclouded moon, I perceived a thin trail of smoke soaring up from their midst, and realized with a shock that there should be no such sign of life in a house I myself had closed, looked, and barred that very day. I was the president of the club and felt responsible. Posing only long enough to make sure that I had yielded to no delusion, and that fire of some kind was burning on one of the club-houses deserted hearths, I turned in at the lower gateway. For reasons which I need not now state, there were no bells attached to my cutter,

Starting point is 00:02:41 and consequently my approach was noiseless. I was careful that it should be so, also careful to stop short of the front door, and leave my horse and sleigh in the black depths of the pine grove pressing up to the walls on either side. I was sure that all was not as it should be inside these walls, but as God lives, I had no idea what was amiss, or how deeply my own destiny was involved in the step I was about to take. Our club-house stands, as it may be necessary to remind you, on a knoll, thickly wooded with the ancient trays I have mentioned.

Starting point is 00:03:19 These trees, all pines and of growth unusual, and of an aspect well-nigh hoary, extend only to the rear end of the house where a wide stretch of gently undulating ground opens at once upon the eye suggesting to all lovers of gov the admirable use to which it is put from early spring to latest fall now links as well as parterres and driveways are lying under an even blanket of winter snow and even the building with its picturesque gables and rows of bed-diamonded windows is well-nigh indistinguishable in the shadows cast by the heavy pines which soar above it and twist their limbs over its roof and about its forsaking corners with a moan and a whisper always desolate to the sensitive ear but from this night's on, simply appalling. No other building stood within a half-mile in any direction. It was veritably a country club, gay and full of life in the season, but isolated and lonesome beyond description after winter had set in, and buried flower and leaf under a white waste of untrodden snow. I felt this isolation as a step from the edge of the trees and prepared to cross the few feet of

Starting point is 00:04:40 open space, leading to the main door. the sudden darkness instantly enveloping me as the clouds whose advancing mass i had been watching made their final rush upon the moon added its physical shock to this inner sense of desolation and in some moods i should have paused and thought twice before attempting the door behind which lurked the unknown with its naturally accompanying suggestion of peril but rage and disappointment working hotly within me had left no space for fear rather rejoicing in the doubtfulness of the adventure i pushed my way over the snow until my feet struck the steps here instinct caused me to stop and glance quickly up and down the building either way not a gleam of light met my eye from the smallest scintillating pain was the house as soundless as it was dark i listened but heard nothing i listened again and still heard nothing then i proceeded boldly up the steps and laid my hand on the door it was unlatched and yielded to my touch light or no light sound or no sound there was some one within the fire which had sent its attenuated streak of smoke up into the moonlit air was burning yet on one of the many hearths within and before i should presently see whom what the question scarcely interested me nevertheless i proceeded to enter and closed the door carefully behind me as i did so i cast an involuntary glance without the sky was inky and a few ones

Starting point is 00:06:28 Wandering flakes of the now rapidly advancing storm came whirling in, biting my cheeks and stinging my forehead. Once inside I stopped short, possibly to listen again, possibly to assure myself as to what I had best do next. The silence was profound, not a sound disturbed the great empty building. My own footfall, as I stirred, seemed to wake extraordinary echoes. I had moved but a few steps, yet to my heightened senses the noise seemed loud enough to wake the dead. Instinctively I stopped and stood stuck still. There was no answering cessation of movement. Darkness, silence everywhere.

Starting point is 00:07:15 Yet not quite absolute darkness. As my eyes grew accustomed to the place, I found it possible to discern the outlines of the windows and locate the stairs and the arches where the side-holes opened. I was even able to pick out the exact spot where the great antlers spread themselves above the head-rack, and presently the rack itself came into view with its row of empty pegs, yesterday so full, today quite empty. That rack interested me.

Starting point is 00:07:47 I hardly knew why, and regardless of the noise I made, I crossed over to it and ran my hand, along the wall underneath. The result was startling. A man's coat and hat hung from one of the pegs. I knew my business as president of this club. I also knew that no one should be in the house at this time, that no one could be in it on any honest errand.

Starting point is 00:08:13 Some secret and sinister business must be at the bottom of this mysterious intrusion immediately after the place has been shut for the winter. Would this hat and coat identify, the intruder? I would strike a light and say, but this involved difficulties. The gas had been turned off that very morning, and I had no matches in my pocket, but I remembered where they could be found. I had seen them when I passed through the kitchen early in the day. They were very accessible from the end of the hall where I stood. I had but to feel my way through a passage or two,

Starting point is 00:08:49 and I should come to the kitchen door. I began to move that way. I was. I began to move that way. I was. I was. I was and presently came creeping back, with a match-box half full of matches in my hand. But I did not strike one then. I had just made a move to do so, when the unmistakable sound of a door opening somewhere in the house made me draw back into as quiet and darker place as I could find. This lay in the rear, and at the right of the staircase, and as the sound had appeared to come from above,

Starting point is 00:09:21 it was the most natural retreat that offered, and a good one I found it. I had hardly taken up my stand when the darkness above gave way to a faint glimmer, and a step became audible, coming from someone of the many small rooms in the second story, but so slowly, and with such evident hesitation, that my imagination had ample time to work and fill my mind with varying anticipations, each more disconcerting than the last. Now I seemed to be listening to the movements of an intoxicated man, seeking an issue out of strange quarters, then to the weary approach of one who had his own reasons for dread,

Starting point is 00:10:06 and was as conscious of my presence as I was of his. But the light, steadily increasing with each lagging but surely advancing step, soon gave the light to this latter supposition, since no sane man, afraid of an ambush, would be likely to offer such odds to the one lying in wait for him, as his own face illuminated by a flaming candle, and I was yielding to the bewilderment of the moment when the uncertain step paused and a sob came faintly to my ears, wrung from lips so stiff with human anguish, that my fears took on a new shape, and the event a significance which in my present mood of personal suffer,

Starting point is 00:10:49 and preoccupation was anything but welcome. Indeed, I was coward enough to contemplate flight, and might in another moment have yielded to the unworthy impulse if the sound of a second sigh had not struck shudderingly on my ear, followed by the renewal of the step and the almost immediate appearance on the stairs of a young girl, holding a candle in one hand and shielding her left cheek with the other. Life offers few such shocks to any man, whatever his story, or whatever his temperament.

Starting point is 00:11:23 I had been prepared by the sob I had heard to see a woman, but not this woman. Nothing could have prepared me for an encounter with this woman anywhere that night, after what had passed between us and the wreck she had made of my life. But here, in a place so remote and desolate, I had hesitated to enter it myself. what was i to think how was i to reconcile so inconceivable a fact with what i knew of her in the past with what i hoped from her in the future to steady my thoughts and bring my whirling brain again under control i fixed my eyes on her well-known form and features as upon a stranger's whom i would understand and judge i have called her a woman and certainly i had loved her as such but as in this moment of strange detachment i watched her descent swaying foot following swaying foot falteringly down the stairs i was able to see that only the emotions which the natural her expression were a woman's that her features her pose and the peculiar childlike contour of the one cheek open to view were those of one whose yesterday was in the play-room

Starting point is 00:12:40 but beautiful you do not often see such beauty under all the disfigurement of an agitation so great as to daunt me and make me question if i were its sole cause her face shone with an individual charm which might might be her out as one of the few who are the making or marrying of men sometimes of nations this is the heritage she was born to this her lot not to be shirked not to be evaded even now at her early age of seventeen so much anyone could see even in a momentary scrutiny of her face and figure but what was not so clear not even to myself with the consciousness of what had passed between us during the last few hours, was why her heart should have so outrun her years, and the emotion I beheld betray such shuddering depths. Some grisly fear, some staring horror had met her in this strange retreat. Simple grief speaks with a different language from that which I read in her distorted features and torturing, slowly creeping form. What had happened above? She had escaped me to run upon—what? My lips refused to ask, my limbs refused to move, and if I breathed at all, I did so with such fierceness of restraint that her eyes never turned my way, not even when she had reached the lowest step and paused for a moment there, oscillating in pain or uncertainty.

Starting point is 00:14:16 Her face was turned more fully towards me now, and I had just begun to discern something in it besides its tragic beauty, when she made a quick move and believed. blew out the candle she held. One moment that magical picture of superhuman loveliness, then darkness, I might say silence, for I do not think either of us so much astirred for several instance. Then there came a crash, followed by the sound of flying feet. She had flung the candlestick out of her hand and was hurriedly crossing the hall. I thought she was coming my way, and instinctively drew back against the wall. But she stopped. far short of me, and I heard her groping about, then give a sudden spring towards the front door. It opened, and the wind sowed in.

Starting point is 00:15:06 I felt the chill of snow upon my face, and realized the tempest. Then all was quiet and dark again. She had slid quickly out, and the door had swung to behind her. Another instant, and I heard the click of the key as it turned in the lock, heard it and made no out-cry, such things. this spell, such the bewilderment of my faculties. But once the act was accomplished and egress made difficult, nay, for the moment impossible, I felt all lesser emotions give way to an anxiety which demanded immediate action, for the girl had gone out without wraps or covering for her head, and my experience of the evening had told me how cold it was.

Starting point is 00:15:52 I must follow and find her and rescue her if possible from the snow. The distance was long to town, the cold would cease and perhaps prostrate her, after which the wind and snow would do the rest. Throwing myself against the door, I shook it violently. It was immovable. Then I flew to the windows. Their fastenings yielded readily enough, but not the windows themselves. One had a broken cord, another seemed glued to its frame, and I was still struggling with the latter when I heard a sound which lifted the hair on my head and turned my whole attention back to what lay behind and above me.

Starting point is 00:16:34 There was still someone in the house. I had forgotten everything in this apparition of the woman I have described, in a place so disassociated with any conception I could possibly have of her whereabouts on this especial evening. But this noise, short, sharp, but too distant to be altogether recognizable, roused doubts, which once awakened, changed the whole tenor of my thoughts, and would not let me rest till I had probed the house from top to bottom. To find Carmel Cumberland alone in this desolation was a mystifying discovery to which

Starting point is 00:17:14 I had found it hard enough to reconcile myself. But Carmel here in company with another, at the very moment when I had expected the fritition of my own joy, ah, that was to open hell's door in my breast, a possibility too intolerable to remain unsettled for an instant. Though she had passed out before my eyes in a drooping, almost agonized condition, not she, dear as she was, and great as where my fears in her regard, was to be sought out first, but the man, the man who was back of all this, possibly back to, of my disappointment, the man whose work I may have witnessed, but at whose identity I could not even guess.

Starting point is 00:18:00 Leaving the window, I groped my way along the wall, until I reached the rack where the man's coat and hat hung. Whether it was my intention to carry them away and hide them, and my anxiety to secure this intruder and hold him to a bitter account for the misery he was causing me, or whether I only meant to satisfy myself. that they were the habiliments of a stranger, not those of some sneaking member of the club, is of little importance in the light of the fact

Starting point is 00:18:30 which presently burst upon me. The hats and coat were gone. Nothing hung from the wreck. The war was free from end to end. She had taken these articles of male apparel with her. She had not gone forth into the driving snow unprotected, but— I did not know what to think.

Starting point is 00:18:50 No acquaintanceship. with her girlish impulses. Nothing that had occurred between us before or during this night had prepared me for a freak of this nature. I felt backward along the wall. I felt forward. I even handled the pegs and counted them as I passed to and fro, touching everyone, but I could not alter the fact.

Starting point is 00:19:12 The groping she had done had been in this direction. She was searching for this hat and coat. A man's hat, a derby as I had been careful to assure me. myself at the first handling, and in them she had gone home as she had probably come, and there was no man in the case, or if there were. The doubt drove me to the staircase. Making no further effort to unravel the puzzle, which only beclouded my faculties, I began my wary assent. I had not the slightest fear, I was too full of cold rage for that. The arrangement of her rooms on the second floor was well

Starting point is 00:19:52 known to me. I understood every nook and corner and could find my way about the whole place without a light. I took but one precaution, that of slipping off my shoes at the foot of the stairs. I wished to surprise the intruder. I was willing to resort to any expedient to accomplish this. The matches I carried in my pocket would make this possible if once I hurt him breathing. I held my own breath as I stole softly up, and waited for an instant at the top of the stairs to listen. There was an awesome silence everywhere, and I was hesitating whether to attack the front rooms first or to follow up a certain narrow hall leading to a rear staircase, when I remembered the thin line of smoke which, rising from one of the chimneys, had first attracted my attention to the house.

Starting point is 00:20:46 in that was my clue. There was but one room on this floor where a fire could be lit. It lay a few feet beyond me down the narrow hall I have just mentioned. Why had I trusted everything to my ears when my nose would have been a better guide? As I took the few steps necessary, a slight smell of smoke became very perceptible, and no longer in doubt of my course, I pushed boldly on, and entering the half-and-and-and-and-wing, open door, struck my match and peered anxiously about. Emptiness. Here, just as everywhere else. A few chairs, a dresser, it was a lady's dressing-room,

Starting point is 00:21:30 some smouldering ashes on the earth, a lounge piled up with cushions, but no person. The sound I had heard had not issued from this room, yet something withheld me from seeking further. Chilled to the bone, with teeth chattering in spite of myself, I paused just inside the door, and when the match went out in my hand, remained shivering there in the darkness, a prey to sensations more nearly approaching those of fear than any I had ever before experienced in my whole life. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. of a book recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 00:22:24 Recording by Carolyn. It was she. She indeed. Look on death itself. Up, up, and see the great doom's visage. Macbeth. Why, I did not know. There seemed to be no reason for this excess of feeling.

Starting point is 00:22:46 I had no dread of attack. My apprehension was of another sort. Besides, any of a reason. attack here must come from the rear, from the open doorway in which I stood, and my dread lay before me, in the room itself, which, as I have already said, appeared to be totally empty. What could occasion my doubts, and why did I not fly the place? There were passageways yet to search, why linger here like a gabie in the dark, when perhaps the man I believed to be in hiding somewhere within these walls, was improving the opportunity to escape.

Starting point is 00:23:21 if i asked myself this question i did not answer it but i doubt if i asked it then i had forgotten the intruder the interest which had carried me thus far had become lost in a fresher one of which the beginning and ending lay hidden within the four walls i now stared upon unseeing not to see and yet to feel did that make the horror if so another lighted match must help me out i struck one while the thought was hot within me, and again took a look at the room. I noted but one thing knew, but that made me reel back till I was halfway into the hall. Then, a certain dogged persistency I possessed, came to my rescue, and I re-entered the room, at a leap, and stood before the lounge and its pile of cushions.

Starting point is 00:24:14 They were numerous, all that the room contained, and more. Chairs had been stripped, window-seeds, denuded, and the whole collection disposed here in a set which struck me as unnatural. Was this the genet's idea? I hardly thought so, and was about to pluck one of these cushions off, when that most unreasonable horror seized me again, and I found myself looking back over my shoulder at the fireplace, from which rose a fading streak of smoke,

Starting point is 00:24:45 which some passing gust perhaps had blown out into the room. I felt sick. Was it the smell? It was not that of burning wood, hardly of burning paper. I—but here my second match went out. Thoroughly roused now, you will say, by what? I felt my way out of the room, and took the head of the staircase. I remembered the candle and candlestick I had heard thrown down on the lower floor by Carmel Cumberland.

Starting point is 00:25:17 I would secure them and come back and settle these uncanny doubt. It might be the various fool business, but my mind was disturbed and must be set at ease. Nothing else seemed so important, yet I was not without anxiety for the lovely and delicate woman wandering the snow-covered roads and the teeth of a furious gale, any more than I was dead to the fact that I should never forgive myself if I allowed the man to escape, whom I believed to be hiding somewhere in the rear of this house. I had a hunt for the candlestick, and a still longer one for the candle, but finally I recovered both, and, lighting the latter, I felt myself for the first time more or less master of the situation. Rapidly regaining the room in which my interest was now centred, I set the candlestick down on the dresser and approached the lounge.

Starting point is 00:26:14 Hardly knowing what I feared or what I expected to find, I tore off one of the cushions. and flung it behind me. More cushions were revealed, but that was not all. Escaping from the edge of one of them, I saw a shiny dress of a woman's hair. I gave a gasp and pulled off more cushions, then I fell on my knee struck down by the greatest horror which a man can feel.

Starting point is 00:26:40 Death lay before me, violent, uncalled for death, and the victim was a woman. But it was not that. Though the hat was not yet revealed, I thought I knew the woman, and that she— Did seconds pass or many minutes before I lifted the last cushion? I shall never know. It was an eternity to me, and I am not of a sentimental cast, but I have some sort of a conscience, and during that interval it awoke.

Starting point is 00:27:10 It has never quite slept since. The cushion had not concealed the hands, but I did not look at them. I did not dare. I must first see the face, but I did not twitch the pillow off. I drew aside slowly, as though held by the restraining clutch of someone behind me. And I was so held, but not by what was visible, rather by the terrors which gather in the soul at the summons of some dreadful doom. I could not meet the certainty without some preparation. I released another strand of hair,

Starting point is 00:27:48 then the sight of a cheek half buried out of sight in the loosened locks and bulging pillows then with praise to god for mercy an icy brow two staring eyes which having seen i let the cushion drop for mercy was not to be mine it was she she indeed and judgment was glast in the look i met judgment and nothing more kindly however i might appeal to heaven for mercy or whatever the need of my fiercely startled and repentant soul dead adelaide the woman i had planned to wrong that very night and who had thus wronged me for a moment i could take in nothing but this one astounding fact then the how and the why woke in maddening curiosity within me, and seizing the cushion, I dragged it aside and stared down into the pitiful and accusing features thus revealed, as though to tear from them the story of the crime which had released me as I would not have been released. No, not to have had my heart's desire in all the fullness with which I had contemplated it a few short hours before. But beyond the ever-accusing protuberant stare, those features told nothing, and stealing myself to the situation, I made what observations I could of her condition and the surrounding circumstances.

Starting point is 00:29:21 For this was my betrothed wife. Whatever my intentions, however far my love had strayed under the spell cast over me by her sister, the young girl who had just passed out, Adelaide and I had been engaged for many months. Our wedding day was even set. But that was all over now. Ended as her life was ended. Suddenly, incomprehensibly, and by no stroke of God. Even the jewel on her finger was gone, the token of our betrothal. This was to be expected. She would be apt to take it off before committing herself to a fate that proclaimed me a traitor to this symbol. i should see that ring again i should find it in a letter filled with bitter words i would not think of it or of them now i would try to learn how she had committed this act whether by poison or it must have been by poison no other means would suggest themselves to one of her refined sense but if so why those smarks on her neck growing darker and darker as i stared at them

Starting point is 00:30:32 my senses reeled as i scrutinized those marks small delicate but deadly they stared upon me from either side of her white neck till nature could endure no more and i totted back against the further wall beholding no longer room no lounge no recumbent body but a young girl's exquisite face set in lines which belied her seventeen years and made futile any attempts on my part at self-deception when my reason inexorably demanded an explanation of this death as suicide it was comprehensible as murder not unless and it had been murder i sank to the floor as i fully realized this end of chapter two chapter three of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libevovox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline open prince bring forth the parties of suspicion friar i am the greatest as the time and place doth make against me of this direful murder, and here are stand both to impeach and purge, my self-condemned and myself excused. Romeo and Juliet I have mentioned poison as my first thought. It was a natural one, the result undoubtedly of

Starting point is 00:32:11 having noticed two small cordial glasses standing on a little table over against the fireplace. When I was conscious again of my own fears, I crossed to the table and pearsed to the table and peered into these glasses. They were both empty. However, they had not been so long. In each I found traces of any said cordial, and though no bottle stood near, I was very confident that it could readily be found somewhere in the room. What had proceeded and followed the drinking of this cordial? As I raised my head from bending over these glasses, no club-glasses, by the way, I caught sight of my face in the mental mirror. It gave me maddening thoughts. In this same mirror there had been reflected but a little while before, two other faces, for a sight of whose impression at that

Starting point is 00:33:05 fatal moment I would gladly risk my soul. How had she looked? How that other! Would not the story of those awful, those irrevocable moments be plain to my eye, if the quickly responsive glass could but retained the impressions it receives, and give back at need what had once informed its surface with moving life. I stared at the senseless glass, appealing to it with unreasoning frenzy, as to something which could give up its secret if it would, but only to meet my own features in every guise of fury and despair, features I no longer knew, features which insensibly increased my horror till I tore myself wildly from the spot, and cast about for further clues to enlightenment,

Starting point is 00:33:56 before yielding to the conviction which was making a turmoil in mind, heart, and conscience. Alas, there was but little more to say. A pair of curling irons lay on the hearth, but I had no sooner lifted them, then I dropped them with a shudder of unspeakable loathing, only to start at the noise they made in striking the tiles. for it was the self-same noise I had heard when listening from below. These tongs, set up against the side of the fireplace, had been jarred down by the forcible shutting of the large front door,

Starting point is 00:34:33 and no man other than myself was in the house, or had been in the house, only the two women. But the time when this discovery would have brought comfort was past. Better a hundred times that a man I had almost. said any man should have been with them here, then that they should be closeted together in a spot so secluded, with a rancour and causeful complaint in one heart, and a biting, deadly flame in the other, which, once reaching up, must, from its very nature, leave behind it a corrosive impress. I saw, I felt, but I did not desist from my investigations. A stick or two still smouldered on the hearth-stone.

Starting point is 00:35:19 in the ashes lay some scattered fragments of paper which crumbled at my touch on the floor in front i espied only a stray hair-pin everything else was in place throughout the room except the cushions and that horror on the lounge waiting the second look i had so far refrained from giving it that look i could no longer withhold i must know the depth of the gulf over which i hung i must not wrong with a thought one who had smiled upon me like an angel of light a young girl too with the dew of innocence on her beauty to every eye but mine and only not to mine within, shall I say, ten awful minutes. It seemed ages, all of my life and more. Yet that lovely breast had heaved not so many times since I looked upon her as a deified mortal, and now two small spots on another woman's pulseless throat had drawn a veil of blood over that beauty, and given to a child the attributes of a medusa.

Starting point is 00:36:28 yet hope was not quite stilled. I would look again and perhaps discover that my own eyes had been at fault, that there were no marks, or, if marks, not just the ones my fancy had painted there. Turning, I let my glance fall first on the feet. I had not noted them before, and I was startled to see that the Arctic's in which they were clad were filled all around with snow. she had walked then as the other was walking now she who detested every effort and was of such delicate make that exertion of unusual kind could not readily be associated with her had she come alone or in carmel's company and if in carmel's company on what ostensible errand if not that of death her dress which was of dark wool showed that she had changed her garments for this trip i had seen her

Starting point is 00:37:27 at dinner, and this was not the gown she had worn then. The gown in which she had confronted me during those few intolerable minutes when I could not meet her eyes. Fatal cowardice! A moment of realization then, and we might all have been saved this horror of sin and death and shameful retribution. And yet, who knows? Not understanding what I saw, how could I measure the might have beens? I would proceed. with my task, note if she wore the diamond brooch I had given her. No, she was without ornament. I had never seen her so plainly clad.

Starting point is 00:38:07 Might I draw a hope from this? Even the pins which had fallen from her hair were such as she wore when least adorned. Nothing spoke of the dinner-party or her having been dragged here unaware, but all of previous intent and premeditation. Surely hope was getting uppermost. If I had dreamt the marks. But no, there they were, unmistakable and damning, just when the breath struggles up.

Starting point is 00:38:36 I put my own thumbs on these two dark spots to see if— When—what was it? A lightning stroke or a call of fate, which one must answer while sense remains? I felt my head pulled around by some unseen foes from behind and met staring into mine through the same. the glass of the window, a pair of burning eyes. Or was it fantasy?

Starting point is 00:39:04 For in another moment they were gone, nor was I in the condition just then to dissociate the real from the unreal. But the possibility of a person having seen me in this position before the dead was enough to start with me to my feet, and though in another instant I became convinced that I had been the victim of hallucination, I nevertheless made haste to cross to the window. and take a look through its dismal pains. A gale of blinding snow was swept past, making all things indistinguishable,

Starting point is 00:39:37 but the absence of balcony outside was reassuring, and I stepped hastily back, asking myself for the first time what I should do, and where I should go now, to ensure myself from being called as a witness to the awful occurrence which had just taken place in this house. Should I go home and by some sort of subterfuge

Starting point is 00:39:56 now unthought of, try to deceive my servants as to the time of my return or attempt to create an alibi elsewhere something i must do to save myself the anguish and calm the danger of my testimony in this matter she must never know-the world must never know that i had seen her here i had lost at a blow everything that gives zest or meaning to life but i might still be spared the bottom-most depth of misery be saved the utterance of the word which would sink that erring but delicate soul into the hell yawning beneath her it was my one thought now though i knew that the woman who had fallen victim to her childish hate had loved me deeply and was well worth my avenging i could not be the death of two women the loss of one weighed heavily enough upon my conscience i would fly the place i would leave this ghastly find to tell its own story the night was stormy the hour late the spot a remote one and the road to it but little used i could easily escape and when the morrow came but it was the present i must think of now this hour this moment how came i to stay so long In feverish haste, I began to throw the pillows back over the quiet limbs, the accusing face. Shudderingly I hit those eyes.

Starting point is 00:41:24 I understood there strange protuberance now, and recklessly bent on flight, was half-way across the floor when my feet was stayed. I wonder that my reason was not unseated, by a sudden and tremendous attack on the great door below, mingled with a loud cries to open, which ran thundering through the house, calling up innumerable echoes from its dead and hidden corners. It was the police. The wild night, the biting storm had been of no avail. An alarm had reached headquarters, and all hope of escape on my part was at an end.

Starting point is 00:42:04 Yet, because at such crisis instinct rises superior to reason, I blew out the candle and softly made my way into the hall. I had remembered a window opening over a shed at the head of the kitchen staircase. I could reach it from this rear hall by just a turn or two, and once on that shed a short leap would land me on the ground, after which I could easily trust the storm to conceal my flight across the open golf links. It was worth trying at least. Anything was better than being found in the house,

Starting point is 00:42:38 with my murdered betrothed i had no reason to think i was being sought or that my presence in this building was even suspected it might well be that the police were even ignorant of the tragedy awaiting them across the threshold of the door they seemed intent on battering down the gleam of a candle burning in this closed-up house or even the tale told by the rising smoke may have drawn them from the road to investigate such coincidences had been such untoward happenings had misled people into useless self-betrayal my case was too desperate for such weakness flight at this moment might save all i would at least attempt it the door was shaking on its hinges these intruders seemed determined to enter. With a spring I reached the window by which I hoped to escape, and quickly raised it. A torrent of snow swept in, covering my face and breast in a moment. It did something more. It cleared my brain, and I remembered my poor horse standing in this blinding gale under cover

Starting point is 00:43:50 of the snow-packed pines. Everyone knew my horse. I could commit no greater folly than to for fear. by the rear fields, while such a witness to my presence remained in full view in front. With the sensation of a trapped animal, I reclosed the window and cast about for a safe corner where I could lie concealed until I learned what had brought these men here, and how much I really had to fear from their presence. I had but little time in which to choose.

Starting point is 00:44:24 The door below had just given way, and a party of at least three men were already stamping their feet free from the snow in the hall. I did not like the tone of their voices. It was too low and steady to suit me. I'd rather have heard drunk in cries or a burst of wild hilarity than these stern and purposeful whispers. Men of resolution could have but one errand here. My doom was closing round me.

Starting point is 00:44:52 I could only put off the fatal moment. But it was better to do this than to put it. plunge headlong into the unknown fate awaiting me. I knew of a possible place of concealment. It was in the ballroom not far from where I stood. I remembered this spot well. It was at the top of a little staircase leading to the musician's gallery. A balustrade guarded this gallery,

Starting point is 00:45:18 supported by a boarding white enough to hide a man lying behind it at his full length. If the search I was endeavouring to evade was not minute enough to lead them to look behind this boarding, it would offer me the double advantage of concealment and an unobstructed view of what went on in the hall, through the main doorway, opening directly opposite. I could reach this ballroom and its terminal gallery without going around to this door. A smaller one communicated directly with the corridor in which I was then lurking, and towards this I now made my way with all the precautions suggested by my own. my desperate situation. No man ever moved more lightly. The shoes which I had taken off in the lower

Starting point is 00:46:05 hall were yet in my hand. I had caught the mop after replacing the cushions on Adelaide's body. Even to my own straining ears I made no perceptible sound. I reached the balcony and stretched myself out at full length behind the boarding before the men below had left the lower floor. An interval of hard torture and wearing suspense now followed. They were ransacking the rooms below by the age of their own lanterns, as I could tell from their assured manner. That they had not made at once, for the scene of crime brought me some small sense of comfort, but not much.

Starting point is 00:46:46 They were too resolute in their movements, and much too thorough and methodical in their search for me to dream of their confining their investigations to the first floor. unless i very much mistook their purpose i should soon hear them ascending the stairs after which instinct if not the faint smell of smoke still lingering in the air would lead them to the room where my poor adelaide lay and thus it proved more quickly than i expected the total darkness in which i lay brightened under an advancing lantern and i heard the steps of two men coming down the hall it was a steady if not rapid approach, and I was quite prepared for their presence when they finally reached the doorway opposite, and stopped to look in what must have appeared to them a vast and empty space. They were officials, true enough, one hasty glanced through the balustrade assured me of that.

Starting point is 00:47:47 I even knew one of them by name. He was a sergeant of police and a highly trustworthy man. But how they had been drawn to this place at a moment so critical, I could not surmise. Do men of this stamp sent crime as a hound sense out prey? They had the look of hounds. Even in the momentary glimpse I got of them, I noted the sense and expectant look with which they endeavoured to pierce the dim spaces between us.

Starting point is 00:48:18 The chase was on. It was something more than curiosity or a chance exercise of their duty which had brought them here. and if the sight of the low gallery in which i lay should suggest to them all its possibilities as a hiding-place i should know in just one moment more what it is for the helpless query to feel the clutch of the captor but the moment passed without any attempt at approach on their part and when i lifted my head again it was to catch a glimpse of their sight faces as they turned to look elsewhere for what they were plainly in search of an oath muffled but stern which was the first word above a whisper that i had heard issue from their lips told me that they had reached the room and had come upon the horror which lay there what would they say to it would they know who she was her name her quality her story and respect her dead as they certainly must have respected her living i listened but caught only law murmur as they confirmed as they confirmed together. I imagined their movements, saw them in my mind's eye leaning over that death-tenanted

Starting point is 00:49:32 couch, pointing with accusing finger at the two dark marks, and consulting each other with sight-long looks, as they passed from one detail of her appearance to another. I even imagined them crossing the floor and lifting the two cordial glasses, just as I had done, and then slowly setting them down again, with perhaps a lift of the brows, or a suggestive shake of the head, and meddent by my own intolerable position, drawn by a power I felt it impossible to resist, I crept to my feet, and took my staggering way down the half-dozen steps of the gallery, and thence, along by the left-hand wall, towards the further doorway, and through it, to where these men stood, weighing the chances in which my life and honour were involved, and, and, we were involved, and

Starting point is 00:50:23 those of one other, of whom I dared not think, and would not have these men think for all that was left to me of hope and happiness. It was dark in the ballroom, and it was only a little less so in the corridor. All the light was in that room, but I still slid along the wall like a thief, with eyes set and ears agape, for any chance word which might reach me. Suddenly I heard one. It was this, uttered with a decision which had the strange effect of lifting my head and making a man of me again. That settles it. He will find it hard to escape after this. He? I had been dreading to hear she. Yet why? Who on God's earth, save myself, could know that Carmel had been within these woeful walls to-night?

Starting point is 00:51:17 He? I never stopped to question who was meant by the same. this definite pronoun. I was not even conscious of caring very much. I was in a coil of threatening troubles, but I was in it alone, and greatly relieved by the discovery I drew myself up, and stepped quickly forward into the room where the two officials stood. Their faces, as they wheeled sharply about and took in my shoeless, and more or less disheveled figure, told me with an eloquence which made my heart sink, the unfortunate impression which my presence made upon them. It was but a fleeting look, for these men were both by nature and training, easy masters of themselves, but its language was unmistakable, and I knew that if I were to

Starting point is 00:52:07 hold my own with them, I must get all of the support I could from the truth, save where it would involve her, from the truth and my own consciousness of innocence, if I had it any such consciousness. I was not sure that I had, for my falseness had precipitated this tragedy. How I might never know, but a knowledge of the how was not necessary to my self-condemnation. Nevertheless, my hands were clean of this murder, and allowing the surety of this fact to take a foremost place in my mind, I faced these men, and with a real feeling, but as little display of it as possible, I observed.

Starting point is 00:52:49 You have come to my aid in a critical moment. This is my betrothed wife, the woman I was to marry, and I find her lying here dead in this closed and lonely house. What does it mean? I know no more than you do. End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. recording by caroline the odd candlestick it is a damn and bloody work the graceless action of a heavy hand if that is to be the work of any hand king john

Starting point is 00:53:41 the two men eyed me quietly then hexford pointed to my shoeless feet and sternly retorted permit us to doubt your last assertion you seem to be in better position than our to explain the circumstances which puzzle you. They were right. It was for me to talk, not for them. I conceded the point in these words. Perhaps, but you cannot always trust appearances. I can explain my own presence here, and the condition in which you find me, but I cannot explain this tragedy near and dear as Miss Cumberland was to me.

Starting point is 00:54:21 I did not know she was in the building, alive or dead. I came upon her here covered with the cushions just as you found her. I have felt the shock. I do not look like myself. I do not feel like myself. It was enough. Here real emotion seized me, and I almost broke down. I was in a position much more dreadful than any they could imagine or should be allowed to.

Starting point is 00:54:49 Their silence led me to examine their faces. Hicksford's mouth had settled into a stiff, straight line, and the other man's wore a cynical smile I did not like. At this presage of the difficulties awaiting me, I felt one strand of the rope, sustaining me above this yawning gulf of shame and ignominee crack and give away. Oh, for a better record in the past! A staff on which to lean in such an hour as this. but while nothing serious clouded my name, I had more to blush for than to pride myself upon in my career as Prince of Goodfellows, and these men knew it, both of them, and let it wane the

Starting point is 00:55:34 scale already tipped far off its balance, by coincidences which a better man than myself would have found it embarrassing to explain. I recognized all this, I say, in the momentary glance I cast at their stern and unresponsive figures, but the courage which had served me in lesser extremities did not fail me now, and, kneeling before my dead betrothed, I kissed her cold white hand with sincere compunction before attempting the garbled and probably totally incoherent story, with which I endeavored to explain the inexplainable situation. They listened.

Starting point is 00:56:13 I will do them that much justice, but it was with such an air of incredulity that my words fell with less and less continuity, and finally lost themselves on a confused stammer, as I reached the point where I pulled the cushions from the couch and made my ghastly discovery. You see, see for yourselves what confronted me. My betrothed, a dainty, delicate woman, dead, alone, in this solitary, far-away spot, the victim of what? I asked my then I ask myself now. I cannot understand it, or those glasses yonder, or those marks. They were black by this time unmistakable, not to be ignored by them or by me. We understand those marks, and you ought to, came from the second man, the one I did not know.

Starting point is 00:57:12 My head fell forward, my lips refused to speak the words. I saw as in a flash, A picture of the one woman bending over the other, terror, reproach, anguish in the eyes whose fixed stare would never more leave my consciousness, an excess of rage or some such saddened passion animating the other whose every curve spoke tenderness, whose every look up to this awful day, had been as an angel's look to me. The vision was a maddening one. I shook myself free from it by starting to start to. my feet. "'It's—it's—' I gasped.

Starting point is 00:57:55 "'She has been strangled,' Quoth Hicksford, dodgedly. "'A dog's death,' mumbled the other. "'My hands came together involuntarily. At that instant, with the memory before me of the vision I have just described, I almost wished that it had been my hate, my anger which had brought those tell-tale marks upon that livid skin. I should have suffered less. I should only have had to pay the penalty of my crime and not be forced to think of Carmel with terrible revulsion,

Starting point is 00:58:29 as I was now thinking, minute by minute, fight with it as I would. You had better sit down, Hexford suddenly suggested, pushing a chair my way. Clark, look up the telephone and ask for three more men. men. I am going into this matter thoroughly. Perhaps you will tell us where the telephone is?' he asked, turning my way. It was some little time before I took in these words. When I did, I became conscious of his keen look, also of a change in my own expression. I had forgotten the telephone. It had not yet been taken out. If only I had remembered this before these men came, I might have saved—no, nothing

Starting point is 00:59:15 could have saved her or me, except the snow. That may already have saved her. All this time I was trying to tell where the telephone was. That I succeeded at last, I judged from the fact that the second man left the room. As he did so, Hexford lit the candle. Idily watching, for nothing now could make me look at the lounge again, I noticed the candlestick. It was of brass and rare in style and walkmanship, a candlestick to be remembered, one of a pair perhaps. I felt my hair stir, as I took in the details of its shape and ornamentation. If its mate were in her house—oh, no, no, no, I would not have it so. I could not control my emotion if I let my imagination stray so far. The candlestick must be the property of the club. I had only forgotten. It was bought when—

Starting point is 01:00:15 While thinking, planning, I was conscious of Hexford's eyes fixed steadily upon me. "'Did you go into the kitchen in your wanderings below?' he asked. "'No,' I began, but seeing that I had made a mistake, I bungled and added weakly. "'Yes, after matches.' "'Only matches?' "'That's all.' "'And did you get them?' yes in the dark you must have had trouble in finding them not at all only safety matches are allowed here and they are put in a receptacle at the side of each door

Starting point is 01:00:58 i had bought to open the kitchen door feel along the jam find this receptacle and pull the box out i am well used to all parts of the house and you did this i have said so may i ask which door you will lead to the one communicating with the front hall where did you light your first match upstairs not in the kitchen no sir you are sure quite sure that's a pity i thought you might be able to tell me how so many wine and whisky bottles came to be standing on the kitchen table i stared at him dazed then i remembered the two small glasses on the little table across the room and instinctively glanced at them but no whisky had been drunk out of them the odor of any set is unmistakable you carry the key to the wine-cellar he asked i considered a moment i did not know what to make of the bottles on the kitchen table these women and bottles they are poured wine-sellers they are poured wine They had reason to, God knows. I remembered the dinner and all that had signalized it, and felt my confusion grow.

Starting point is 01:02:21 But a question had been asked, and I must answer it. It would not do for me to hesitate about a matter of this kind. Only what was the question? Something about a key. I had no key. The cellar had been ransacked without my help. Should I acknowledge this? The keys were given up by the janitor,

Starting point is 01:02:43 yesterday. I managed to stammer at last. But I did not bring them here tonight. They're in my rooms at home. I finished with a gasp. I had suddenly remembered that these keys were not in my rooms. I had had them with me at Miss Cumberland's, and, given to fooling with something, when embarrassed, I had fooled with them, and dropped them while talking with Adelaide and watching Carmel. I had meant to pick them up, but I forgot, and— "'You need say nothing more about it,' remarked Hexford. "'I have no right to question you at all.' And stepping across the room, he took up the glasses one after the other and smelt of them.

Starting point is 01:03:29 "'Some sweet stuff,' he remarked. "'Cordial, I should say, Anisette, there wasn't anything like that on the kitchen table. "'Let us say what is in here,' he added, stepping into the adjoining small room, room into which I had simply peered in my own investigation of the place. As he did so, a keen blast blew in. A window in the adjoining room was open. He cast me a hurried glance, and with the door in his hand made the following remark. Your lady-love, the victim here, could not have come through the snow with no more clothing on her than we see now.

Starting point is 01:04:10 She must have worn a hat and coat, or furs or something of that night. nature. Let us look for them. I rose, stumbling. I saw that he did not mean to leave me alone for a moment. Indeed, I did not wish to be left. Better any companionship than that of my own thoughts and of her white upturned face. As I followed him into this closet, he pushed the door wide, pulling out an electric torch as he did so. By its light we saw almost at first glass. We saw almost at first glass. the coat and hat he professed to seek, lying in a corner of the floor beside an overturned chair. "'Good,' left my companion's lips.

Starting point is 01:04:55 "'That's all straight. You recognize these garments?' I nodded, speechless. A thousand memories rushed upon me at the sight of the long plush coat which I had so often buttoned about her, with a troubled heart. How her eyes would seek mine as we stood thus, close together, searching, searching for the old love, or the fancied love of which the ashes only remained. Torment, all torment to remember now, as Hexford must have seen if the keenness of his

Starting point is 01:05:30 intelligent equaled that of his eye at this moment. The window which stood open was a small one, a mere slit in the wall, but it led in a stream of zero air, and I saw Hexford shiver as he stepped. towards it and looked out. But I felt hot rather than cold, and when I instinctively put my hand to my forehead, it came away wet. End of Chapter 4. Chapter 5 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Librebox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Carolyn. A scrap of paper. Look to the lady, and when we have our name, naked frailties hid, that suffer in exposure, let us meet, and question this most bloody

Starting point is 01:06:26 piece of work, fears and scruples shake us. In the great hand of God I stand, and thence, against the undivulged pretence I fight, of treasonous malice." Macbeth. Shortly after this, a fresh relay of police arrived, and I could hear the whole house being ransacked. I had found my shoes, and was sitting in my own private room before a fire which had been lighted for me on the hearth. I was in a state of stupor now, and if my body shook, as it did from time to time, it was not from cold, nor do I think from any special horror of mind or soul. I felt too dull for that. But in response to the shuddering pines which pressed up close to the house at this point, and sowed and tapped at the walls,

Starting point is 01:07:16 and muttered among themselves with an insistence which i could not ignore nonewithstanding my many reasons for self-absorption this storm which had been exceedingly fierce while it lasted had quieted down to a steady fall of snow had its mission been to serve as a blanket to this crime by wiping out from the old snow all tell-tale footsteps and such other records as simplify cases of this kind for the detectives it could not have happened more apropos to the event. From the complaints which had already reached my ears from the two policemen, I was quite aware that even as early as their first arrival, they had found a clean page where possibly a few minutes before the whole secret of this tragedy may have been written in unmistakable characters, and while this tilt me with relief in one way,

Starting point is 01:08:11 it added to my care in another, for the storm which could accomplish, so much and so short a time was a bitter one for a young girl to meet, and Carmel must have met at its worse, in her lonesome struggle homeward. Where was she? Living or dead, where was she now, and where was Adelaide? The two women who for the last six weeks had filled my life with so many unhallowed and conflicting emotions. The conjecture passed incessantly through my brain, but it passed idly also, and was not answered even in thought. Indeed, I seemed incapable of sustaining any line of thought for more than an instant, and when after an indefinite length of time the door behind me opened,

Starting point is 01:09:00 the look I turned upon the gentleman who entered must have been a strange and far from encouraging one. He brought a lantern with him. So far the room had had no other illumination than such as came from the fire, and when he had set his lantern down on the mantle and turned to face me, I perceived, with a sort of sluggish hope, that he was Dr. Perry, once a practicing physician and my father's intimate friend, now a country official of no ordinary intelligence and, what was better, of no ordinary feeling.

Starting point is 01:09:35 His attachment to my father had not descended to me, and, for the moment, he treated me like a stranger. I am the coroner of this district, said he. I have left my bed to have a few words with you, and learn if your detention here is warranted. You are the president of this club, and the lady whose violent death in this place I have been called upon to investigate is Miss Cumberland, your affianced wife. My assent, though hardly audible, was not to be misunderstood.

Starting point is 01:10:08 Drawing up a chair, he sat down in something and he, his manner, which was not wholly without sympathy, hearted me still more, dispelling some of the cloudiness which had hitherto befogged my faculties. They have told me what you had to say in explanation of your presence here, where a crime of some nature has taken place. But I should like to hear the story from your own lips. I feel that I owe you this consideration. At all events, I am disposed to show it. This is no common case of violence, and the parties to it are not of the common order. Miss Cumberland's virtue and social standing, no one can question, while you are the son of a man

Starting point is 01:10:49 who has deservedly been regarded as an honour to the town. You have been intending to marry Miss Cumberland?' "'Yes,' I looked the man directly in the eye. Our wedding-day was set. "'Did you love her?' "'Pardon me. If I am to be of any benefit to you at this crisis.' I must strike at the root of things. If you do not wish to answer, say so, Mr. Rennelly. I do wish.

Starting point is 01:11:18 This was a lie, but what was I to do, knowing how dangerous it would be for Carmel to have it publicly known where my affections were really centred, and what a secret tragedy of hard struggle and jealous passion underlay this open one of foul and murderous death? I am in no position to conceal anything from me. you. I did love Miss Cumberland. We have been engaged for a year. She was a woman of fortune, but I am not without means of my own, and could have chosen a penniless girl and still been called

Starting point is 01:11:50 prosperous. I say, and she returned your love? Sincerely. Was the room light enough to reveal my guilty flush? She had loved me only too well, too jealously, too absorbingly for her happiness or mine. And the sister? It was gently but gravely put, and instantly I knew that our secret was out, however safe we had considered it. This man was cognizant of it, and if he, why not others? Why not the whole town? A danger which up to this moment I had heard whispered only by the pines was opening in a gulf beneath our feet. Its imminent steadied me. I had kept my glance on corner, Perry, and I do not think it changed. My tone, I am quite assured, was almost as quiet and grave as his, as I made my reply in these words. Her sister is her sister. I hardly think that either of us

Starting point is 01:12:52 would be apt to forget that. Have you heard otherwise, sir? He was prepared for equivocation, possibly for denial, but not for attack. His manner changed and showed distrust, and I saw that I had lost rather than made by this venturous move. "'Is this your writing?' he suddenly asked, showing me a morsel of paper which he had drawn from his vest pocket. I looked and felt that I now understood what the pints had been trying to tell me for the last few hours. That compromising scrap of writing had not been destroyed.

Starting point is 01:13:30 It existed for her and my undoing. Then doubt came. Fate could not juggle thus with you. human souls and purposes. I had simply imagined myself to have recognized the words lengthening and losing themselves in a blur before my eyes. Carmel was no fool, even if she had wild and demoniacal moments. This could not be my note to her, that fatal note which would make all denial of our mutual passion unavailing. "'Is it your writing?' my watchful inquisitor repeated. I looked again.

Starting point is 01:14:08 The scrap was smaller than my note had been when it left my hands. If it were the same, then some of the words were gone. Were they the first ones or the last? It would make a difference in the reading, or rather in the conclusions to be drawn from what remained. If only the mist would clear from before my eyes, or he would hold the slip of paper nearer. The room was very dark.

Starting point is 01:14:33 the—the—is it your writing? Coroner Perry asked for the third time. There was no denying it. My writing was peculiar and quite unmistakable. I should gain nothing by saying no. It looks like it, I admitted reluctantly, but I cannot be sure in this light. May I ask what this bit of paper is and where you found it?

Starting point is 01:15:00 It's contents, I think you know, as for the last question I think you can answer that also, if you will. Saying which, he quietly replaced the scrap of paper in his pocket-book. I followed the action with my eyes. I caught a fresh glimpse of a darkened edge, and realized the cause of the faint odour which I had hitherto experienced without being conscious of it. The scrap had been plucked out of the chimney.

Starting point is 01:15:27 She had tried to burn it. I remembered the fire and the smouldering bits of it. of paper which crumbled at my touch, and this one, this, the most important, the only important one of them all, had flown, half-scorged, up the chimney, and clung there with an easy reach. The whole incident was plain to me, and I could even fix upon the moment when Hexford or Clark discovered this invaluable bit of evidence. It was just before I burst in upon them from the ballroom, and it was the undoubted occasion of the remark I had to-exhaired. then overheard. This settles it. He cannot escape us now. During the momentary silence which now ensued,

Starting point is 01:16:12 I tried to remember the exact words which had composed this note. They were few, sparks from my very heart. I ought to be able to recollect them. Tonight, ten-thirty train, we will be married at P. Come, come, my darling, my life. She will forgive when all is done. hesitation will only undo us to-night at ten-thirty do not fail me i shall never marry any one but you was that all i had an indistinct remembrance of having added some wild and incoherent words of passionate affection affixed to her name her name but it may be that in the hurry and flurry of the moment these terms of endearment simply passed through my mind and found no expression on paper i could not be sure any more than i could be positive from the half-glimpse i got of these lines which portion had been burned off the top in which the word train occurred or the final words emphasizing a time of meeting and my determination to marry no one but the person addressed the first gone the latter might take on any sinister meaning the letter gone the first might prove a safeguard corroborating my statement that an iran had taken me into town I was oppressed by the uncertainty of my position. Even if I carried off this detail successfully, others of equal importance might be awaiting explanation.

Starting point is 01:17:43 My poor, maddened, guilt-haunted girl had made the irreparable mistake of letting this note of mind fly unconsumed up the chimney, and she might have made others equally incriminating. It would be hard to find an alibi for her if suspicion once turned her away. She had not met me at the train. The unknown but doubtless easily to be found man who had handed me her note could swear to that fact. Then the note itself. I had destroyed it, it is true, but its phrases were so present to my mind,

Starting point is 01:18:17 had been so branded into it by the terrors of the tragedy which they appeared to foreshadow that I had a dreadful feeling that this man's eye could read them there. I remember that under the compelling power of this sort, fancy, my hand rose to my brow outspread and concealing, as if to interpose a barrier between him and them. "'Is my folly past belief?'

Starting point is 01:18:40 "'Possibly. But then I have not told you the words of this fatal communication. They were these. "'Innocent if she were innocent, but how suggestive in the light of her probable guilt. "'I cannot. Wait till to-morrow. Then you will see the depth of my love for you. I owe you, what I owe, Adelaide.

Starting point is 01:19:03 I should see. I was seeing. Suddenly I dropped my hand, and you thought had come to me. Had Carmel been discovered on the road leading from this place? You perceive that by this time I had become the prey of every threatening possibility, even of that which made the present a nightmare from which I should yet awake, to old conditions and old struggles. bad enough god knows but not like this not like this meantime i was conscious that not a look or movement of mine had escaped the considerate but watchful eye of the man before me

Starting point is 01:19:43 you do not relish my questions he drily observed perhaps you would rather tell you story without interruption if so i beg you to be as explicit as possible the circumstances are serious enough for perfect candor on your part he was wrong they were too serious for that perfect candor would involve carmel seeming candor was all i could indulge in i took a quick resolve i would appear to throw discretion to the winds to confide to him what men usually holds sacred to risk my reputation as a gentleman rather than incur a suspicion which might involve others more than it did myself perhaps i should yet win through and save her from an ignominy she possibly deserved but which she must never receive at my hands i will give you an account of my evening i said it will not aid you much but will prove my good faith "'You asked me a short time ago if I loved the lady whom I was engaged to marry, "'and whose dead body I most unexpectedly came upon in this house sometime before midnight? "'I answered, yes, and you showed that you doubted me. "'You were justified in your doubts.

Starting point is 01:21:01 "'I did love her once, or I thought so, but my feelings changed. "'A great temptation came into my life. "'Karmel returned from school and—' "'You know her beauty, her fascination.' a week in her presence, and marriage with Adelaide became impossible. But how evaded, I only knew the coward's way, to lure this inexperienced young girl, fresh from school, into a runaway match. A change which now became perceptible in Miss Cumbullin's manner, only egged me on.

Starting point is 01:21:34 It was not sufficiently marked in character to call for open explanation, yet it was unmistakable to one in the watch as I was, and betokened the day of speedy recognition. for which I was little prepared. I know what the manly course would have been, but I preferred to skulk. I acknowledge it now. It is the only retribution I have to offer

Starting point is 01:21:56 for a past I am ashamed of. Without losing one particle of my intention, I governed more carefully my looks and actions, and thought I had succeeded in blinding Adelaide to my real feelings and purpose. Whether I did or not, I cannot say. I have no means to be. of knowing now. She has not been her natural self for these last few days, but she had other

Starting point is 01:22:20 causes for worry, and I have been willing enough to think that these were the occasion of her restless ways, and short, sharp speech, and the blankness with which she met all my attempts to soothe and encourage her. This evening—I choked at the word. The day had been one string of extraordinary experiences, accumulating an intensity to the one gas-dust, and the one gas-stained, discovery which had overtopped and overwhelmed all the rest. This evening, I falteringly continued, I had set as the limit of my endurance of the intolerable situation. During a minute of solitude, preceding the dinner at Miss Cumberland's house on the hill,

Starting point is 01:23:03 I rode a few lines to her sister, urging her to trust me with her fate and meet me at the station in time for the ten-thirty train. I am meant to carry her at once to pee, where I had a friend in the ministry who would at once unite us in marriage. I was very preemptory, for my nerves were giving way under the secret strain to which they had been subjected for so long, and she herself was looking worn with her own silent and uncommunicated conflict. To write this note was easy, but to deliver it involved difficulties.

Starting point is 01:23:38 Miss Cumberland's eyes seemed to be more upon me than usual. Mine were obliged to respond, and Carmel's sense. seeing this, kept hers on her plate, or on the other person seated at the table, her brother Arthur. But the opportunity came as we all rose and passed together into the drawing-room. Carmel fell into place at my side, and I slipped the note into her hand. She had not expected it, and I fear that the action was observed, for when I took my leave of Miss Cumberland shortly after, I was struck by her expression.

Starting point is 01:24:11 I had never seen such a look on her face before, nor can I consider it. of one presenting a more extraordinary contrast to the few and commonplace words with which she bade me good evening. I could not forget that look. I continued to see those pinched features and burning eyes all the way home, where I went to get my grip-sack, and I saw them all the way to the station, though my thoughts were with her sister, and the joys I had planned for myself. Man's egotism, Dr. Perry, I neither knew. Adelaide, nor did I know the girl whose love I had so overestimated. She failed me, Dr. Perry. I was met at the station, not by herself, but by a letter.

Starting point is 01:24:55 A few hurried lines given me by an unknown man, in which she stated that I had asked too much of her, that she could not so wrong her sister who had brought her up and done everything for her since her mother died. I have not that letter now, or I would show it to you. In my raging disappointment I tore it up on the place where I received it, and threw the pieces away. I had staked my whole feature on one desperate throw, and I had lost. If I had had a pistol—' I stopped, warned by an uneasy movement on the part of the man I addressed, that I had better not dilate too much upon my feelings.

Starting point is 01:25:35 Indeed, I had forgotten to whom I was talking. I realized nothing, thought of nothing, but the misery. I was describing. His action recalled me to the indefinitely deeper misery of my present situation, and, conscious of the conclusions which might now be drawn from such impulsive utterances, I pulled myself together and proceeded to finish my story with greater directness. I did not leave the station till the ten-thirty train had gone. I had hopes still of seeing her, or possibly I dreaded the long ride back to my

Starting point is 01:26:09 apartments. It was from sheer preoccupation of mind that I drove this way, instead of straight out by Marshall Avenue. I had no intention of stopping here. The clubhouse was formally closed yesterday, as you may know, and I did not even have the keys with me. But as I reached the bend in the road where you get your first sight of the buildings, I saw a thin streak of smoke rising from one of its chimneys, and anxious as to its meaning I drove in. Wait, Mr. Rinalais. I'm sorry to interrupt you, but by which gate did you enter? By the lower one. Was it snowing at this time?

Starting point is 01:26:51 Not yet. It was just before the clouds rushed upon the moon. I could see everything quite plainly. My companion nodded and I went breathlessly on. Any question of his staggered me. I was so ignorant of the facts at his command or of the facts at any one's command out of my own experience and observation, that the simplest admission I made might lead directly to some clue of whose very existence I was unaware. I was not even able to conjecture, by what chance, or at whose suggestion the police had raided the place and discovered the tragedy which had given point to that raid. No one had told me, and I had met with no encouragement to ask. I felt myself sliding him at pitfalls. My own act might be. My own act might be

Starting point is 01:27:39 precipitate the very doom I sought to avert. Yet I must preserve my self-possession and answer all questions as truthfully as possible, lest I stumble into a web from which no skill of my own or of another could extricate me. Fastening my horse to one of the pine-trees in the thickest clump I saw, he is there now, I suppose. I crept up to the house and tried the door. It was on the latch and I stole in. There was no light on the lower floor, and after listening for any signs of life, I began to feel my way about the house, searching for the intruder. As I did not wish to attract attention to myself, I took off my shoes. I went through the lower rooms, and then I came upstairs. It was some time before I reached the—the room where a fire had been lit, but when I did I knew,

Starting point is 01:28:34 "'No, not.' I hastily corrected, as I caught his quick, concentrated glance. "'What had happened, or whom I should find there, "'but that this was the spot where the intruder had been, "'possibly was now, and I determined to grapple with him. "'What? What have I said?' "'I asked in anguish, as I caught a look on the coroner's face "'of irrepressible repulsion and disgust,

Starting point is 01:29:00 "'slight and soon gone, but unmistakable so long as it last, it. Nothing, he replied, go on. But his tone, considerate as it had been from the first, did not deceive me. I knew that I had been detected in some slip or prevarication. As I had omitted all mention of the most serious part of my adventure, had said nothing of my vision of Carmel or the terrible conclusions which her presence there had awakened, my conscience was in a state of perturbation,

Starting point is 01:29:31 which added greatly to my confusion. for a moment I did not know where I stood and I am afraid I betrayed a sense of my position he had to recall me to myself by an unimportant question or two before I could go on when I did proceed it was with less connection of ideas and a haste in speaking which was not due altogether to the harrowing nature of the tale itself I had matches in my pocket and I struck one I began afterwards I lit the candle The emptiness of the room did not allow me. I experienced the sense of tragedy. Seeing the pillows heaped high and too regularly, for chance, along a lounge ordinarily holding only two, I tore them off. I saw a foot, a hand, a dress of bright hair. Even then I did not think of her.

Starting point is 01:30:25 Why should I? Not till I discovered her face did I know the terrors of my discovery, and then the confusion of it all unmaned me, and I fell on my knees. Go on, go on. The impetuosity, the suspense in the words, astounded me.

Starting point is 01:30:43 I stared at the coroner and lost the thread of my story. What had I to say more? How account for what must be ever unaccountable to him, to the world, to my own self, if an obedience to the demands of the situation I subdued my own memory

Starting point is 01:31:00 and blotted out all I had seen but that which it was safe to confess to. There is no more to say, I murmured. The horror of that moment made a chaos in my mind. I looked at the dead body of her who lay there, as I have looked at everything since, as I looked at the police when they came,

Starting point is 01:31:20 as I look at you now. But I know nothing. It is all a phantasmagoria to me, with no more meaning than a nightmare. She is dead, I know that, but beyond that all is doubt, confusion what the world and all its passing show is to a blind man i can neither understand nor explain end of chapter five chapter six of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libavox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter six comments and reflections

Starting point is 01:32:05 there is no agony and no solace left earth can console heaven can torment no more prometheus unbound the coroner's intent look which had more or less sustained me through this ordeal remained fixed upon my face as though he was still anxious to see me exonerate myself how much did he know that was the question how much did he know having no means of telling i was forced to keep silent i had revealed all i dared to as i came to this conclusion his eyes fell and i knew that the favourable minute had passed the question he now asked proved it you say that you were not blind to surrounding objects even if they conveyed but little meaning to you you must have seen them that the room where miss cumbulant lay contained two small cordial glasses, both still moist with some liquor. I noticed that, yes. Someone must have drunk with her. I cannot contradict you.

Starting point is 01:33:19 Was Miss Cumberland fond of that sort of thing? She detested liquor of all kinds. She never drank. I never saw a woman so averse to wine. I spoke before I thought. I might better have been less emphatic, but the mystery of those glasses had affected me from the first. Neither she nor Carmel ever allowed themselves so much as a social glass,

Starting point is 01:33:43 yet those glasses had been drained. Perhaps the cold. There was a third glass. We found it in the adjoining closet. It had not been used. That third glass has a meaning, if only we could find it out. A possibility which had risen in my mind faded at these words. three glasses i dully repeated and a small flask of cordial the latter seems pure enough i cannot understand it the phrase had become stereotyped no other suggested itself to me

Starting point is 01:34:23 the problem would be simple enough if it were not for those marks on her neck you saw those too i take it yes who made them what man The lie, or rather, the suggestion of a lie, flushed my face. I was conscious of this, but it did not trouble me. I was panting for relief. I could not rest till I knew the nature of the doubt in this man's mind. If these words, or any words I could use, would serve to surprise a secret, then welcomed the lie or suggestion of a lie. It was a brute's act, I went on, bungling with my sentences,

Starting point is 01:35:05 and anxiety to see if my conclusions fitted in with his own. Who was the brute? Do you know, Dr. Perry? There were three glasses in those rooms. Only two were drank from, he answered steadily. Tomorrow I may be in a position to answer your question. I am not to-night. Why did I take heart?

Starting point is 01:35:29 Not a change, not the flicker of one had passed over his countenance at my utterance of the word man. either his official habit had stood him in wonderful steed, or the police had failed so far to see any connection between this murder and the young girl whose footprints, for all I knew, still lingered on the stairs. Would the morrow arm them with complete a knowledge? As I turned from his retreating figure and flung myself down before the hearth, this was the question I continually propounded to myself in vain repetition. Would the morrow reveal the fact that Adelaide's young sister had been with her in the hour of death,

Starting point is 01:36:09 or would the fates propitiously ate her in preserving the secret, as they had already aided her in selecting for the one man who shared it, him who of all others was bound by honour and personal consideration for her, not to divulge what he knew? Thus the hours between two and seven passed when I fell into a fitful sleep, from which I was rudely awakened by a loud, out-retel at my door, followed by the entrance of the officer who had walked up and down the corridor all night.

Starting point is 01:36:40 "'The wagon is here,' said Hay. "'Breakfast will be given to you at the station.' To which Hicksford, looking over his shoulder, said, "'I'm sorry to say that we have here the warrant for your arrest. Can I do anything for you?' "'Warrant,' I burst out. "'What do you want of a warrant? "'It is as a witness you seek to detain me, I presume.'

Starting point is 01:37:03 "'No,' was his brusque reply. "'The charge upon which you are arrested is one of murder. "'You will have to appear before a magistrate. "'I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, "'but the evidence against you is very strong, "'and the police must do their duty.' "'But I am innocent, absolutely innocent,' I protested, "'the perspiration starting from every poor

Starting point is 01:37:28 "'as the full meaning of the charge.' charge burst upon me what i have told you was correct i myself found her dead hexford gave me a look don't talk he kindly suggested leave that to the lawyers then as the other man turned aside for a moment he whispered in my ear it's no go one of our men saw you with your fingers on her throat he had clambered into a pine-tree and the shade of your window was up you had better come quietly not a soul believes you innocent this then was what had doomed me from the start this and that partly burnt letter i understood now why the kind-hearted coroner who loved my father, had urged me to tell my tale, hoping that I would explain this act and give him some opportunity to indulge in a doubt, and I had failed to respond to the hint he had given me. The act itself must appear so sinister, and the impulse which drove me to it so incomprehensible, without the hard-rending explanation I dare not subjoin, that I never questioned the wisdom of silence in its regard. yet this silence had undone me. I had been seen fingering my dead fiancé's throat,

Starting point is 01:38:49 and nothing I could now say or do would ever convince people that she was dead before my hands touched her, strangled by another's clutch. One person only in the whole world could know and feel how false this accusation was. And yesterday, that once trust in my guiltlessness would have thrown a ray of light upon the deepest infamy which could befall me. But to-day they had settled over that once innocent spirit, a cloud of too impenetrable in nature for any light to struggle to and fro between us. I could not contemplate that cloud. I could not dwell upon her misery, or upon the revulsion of feeling which follow such impetuous acts. And it had been an impetuous act,

Starting point is 01:39:35 the result of one of her rages. I had been told of these rages. I had been told of these rages. I had even seen her in one. When they passed, she was her lovable self once more, and very penitent and very downcast. If all I feared were true, she was suffering acutely now. But I gave no thought to this. I could dream of but one thing. How to save her from the penalty of crime.

Starting point is 01:40:00 A penalty I might be forced to suffer myself, and would prefer to suffer, rather than see it fall upon one so young and so angelically beautiful. turning to the officer next to me, I put the question which had been burning in my mind for hours. Tell me how you came to know that there was trouble here. What brought you to this house? There can be nothing wrong in telling me that. Well, if you don't know, he began. I do not. I broke in. I guess you'd better wait till the chief has had a word with you.

Starting point is 01:40:37 I suppressed all tokens of my disappearance. and by a not unnatural reaction perhaps began to take in and busy myself with the very considerations i had hitherto shunned where was carmel and how was she enduring these awful hours had repentance come and with it a desire to own her guilt did she think of me and the effect this unlooked-for death would have upon my feelings that i should suffer a rest for her crime could not have entered her mind i had seen her but she had not seen me in the dark hall which i must now traverse as a prisoner and a suspect no intimation of my dubious position or its inevitable consequences had reached her yet when it did what would she do i did not know her well enough to tell the attraction she had felt for me had not been strong enough to lead her to accommodate herself to my wishes and marry me offhand but it had been strong enough to nerve her arm in whatever altercation she may have had with her jealous-minded sister it was the temper and not the strength of the love which would tell in a strait like this would it prove of a generous kind should i have to combat her desire to take upon herself the full blame of her deed with all its shame and penalties or should i have the still deeper misery of finding her careless to my position and welcoming any chance which diverted suspicion from herself either supposition might be possible according to my judgment in this evil hour all communication between us in spite of our ardent and ungovernable passion had been so casual and so slight looks a whispered word or so one furtive clasp in which our hands seemed to grow together were all that i had to go upon

Starting point is 01:42:27 has suffered feeling towards me. Her character had judged from her face, which was lovely, but faces deceive, and the loveliness of youth is not like the loveliness of age, an absolute mirror of the soul within. Was not Medusa captivating, for all her snaky looks? Hide those looks, and one might have thought her Daphne. What would relieve my doubts? As Hexford drew near me again on our way to the head of the staircase, I summoned up courage to ask. Have you heard anything from the hill? Has the news of this tragedy been communicated to Miss Cumberland's family?

Starting point is 01:43:06 And if so, how are they bearing this affliction? His lip curled, and for a minute he hesitated. Then something in my aspect of the straightforward look I gave him, softened him, and he answered frankly, if coldly. Word has gone there, of course, but only the servants are affected by it so far. "'Miss Cumberland, the younger, is very ill, and the boy, I don't know his name, has not shown up since last evening. "'He's very dissipated, they say, and maybe in one of the joints in the lower part of the town.' "'I stopped in dismay, clutching wildly at the railing of the stairs we were descending.

Starting point is 01:43:46 "'I had hardly heard the latter words. All my mind was on what he had said first. "'Miss Carmel Cumberland ill,' I stammered. "'Too ill to be told!' i was sufficiently master of myself to put it this way yes he rejoined kindly as he urged me down the very stairs i had seen her descent in such a state of mind a few hours before a servant who had been out late heard the fall of some heavy body as she was passing miss cumbalant's room and rushing in found miss carmel as she called her lying on the floor near the open fire her face had struck the bars of the grate and falling and she was badly burned but that was not all she was delirious with fever brought on they think by anxiety about her sister whose name she was constantly repeating they had a doctor for her and the whole house was up before ever the word came of what had happened here i thanked him with a look i had no opportunity for more half a dozen officers were standing about the front door and in another moment i was bustled into the conveyance provided and was being driven away from the death-hounded spot i had heard the last whisper of those pines for many many days but not in my dreams it ever came back at night sinister awesome haunted with dead hopes and breathing of an ever doubtful future

Starting point is 01:45:15 end of chapter six chapter seven part one of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine greene this lubovox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline clifton accepts my case part one this hand of mine is yet a maiden and an innocent hand not painted with the crimson spots of blood within this bosom never entered yet the dreadful motion of a murderous thought king john my first thought when i could think at all was this she has some feeling then her terror and remorse have been her terror and remorse have maddened her. I can dwell upon her image with pity. The next, will they find her wet clothes and discover that she was out last night? The latter possibility troubled me. My mind was the seat of strange contradictions. As the day advanced and I began to realize that I, Elwood Rennelly, easy-going men of the world, but with traditions of respectable living on both sides of my house, and a list of friends of which any man might be proud was in a place of detention on the awful charge of murder.

Starting point is 01:46:41 I found that my keenest torment arose from the fact, that I was shut off from the instant knowledge of what was going on in the house were all my thoughts, my fears, and I shall say it, latent hopes were centred. To know calm ill and not to know how ill, to feel the threatening arm of the law hovering constantly, over her head, and neither to know the instant of its fall, nor be given the least opportunity to divert it. To realize that some small inadvertence on her part, some trivial but incriminating object left about, some heedless murmur or burst of unconscious frenzy, might precipitate her doom, and I remain powerless, bearing my share of suspicion in Nignominy, it is true, but not

Starting point is 01:47:31 the chief share if matters befell as, but— I have suggested, which they were liable to do at any hour, nay, at any minute. My examination before the magistrate held one element of comfort. Nothing in its whole tenor went to show that, as yet she wasn't the least suspected of any participation in my so-called crime. But the knowledge which came later of how the police first learned of trouble at the clubhouse did not add to this sense of relief. whatever satisfaction it gave my curiosity a cry of distress had come to them over the telephone a wild cry in a woman's choked and tremulous voice help at the whispering pines help

Starting point is 01:48:19 that was all or all they revealed to me in their endeavour to find out whether or not i was present when this call was made i learned the nature of their own suspicions they believed that adelaide in some moment of provision had managed to reach the telephone and sent out this message. But what did I believe? What could I believe? All the incidents of the deadly struggle which must have preceded the fatal culminating act were mysteries which my mind refused to penetrate. After hours of torturing uncertainty and an evening which was the miserable precursor of a still more miserable night,

Starting point is 01:49:01 I decided to drop conjecture and await the enlightenment which must must have. come with a morrow. It was, therefore, in a condition of mingled dread and expectation, that I opened the paper which was brought to me the next morning. Of the shock which it gave me to see my own name blotting the page with suggestions of hideous crime, I will not speak, but pass at once to the few gleams of edit knowledge I was able to gather from these abominable columns. Arthur, the Good for Nothing brother, had returned, turned from his wild carouse and had taken affairs in charge with something like spirit and a decent show of repentance for his own shortcomings and the mad taste for liquor which had led him away from home that night carmel was still ill and likely to be so for many days to come her case was diagnosed as one of brain fever and of a most dangerous type doctors and nurses were busy at her bedside and little hope was held out of her being able to tell soon if ever

Starting point is 01:50:05 which she knew of her sister's departure from the house on that fatal evening. That her testimony on this point would be invaluable was self-evident, for proofs were plenty of her having haunted her sister's rooms all evening in a condition of more or less delirium. She was alone in the house, and this may have added to her anxieties, all of the servants having gone to the policeman's ball. It was on their return in the early morning hours that she had been discovered, lying ill and injured before her sister's fireplace one fact was mentioned which set me thinking the keys of the club-house had been found lying on the table in the side-hall of the cumberland mansion

Starting point is 01:50:48 the keys which i have already mentioned as missing from my pocket an alarming discovery which might have acted as a clue to the suspicious i feared if their presence there had not been explained by the waitress who had cleared the table after dinner coming upon these keys lying on the floor besides one of the chairs she had carried them out into the hall and laid them where they would be more readily seen she had not recognized the keys but had taken it for granted that they belonged to mr ranelay who had dined at the house that night they were my keys and i have already related how i came to drop them on the floor had they but stayed there adelaide or was it carmel might not have seen them and been led by some strange if not tragic purpose incomprehensible to us now and possibly never to find full explanation to enter the secret and forsaken spot where i later found them the one dead the other fleeing and frenzy but not in such a thoughtless frenzy as to forget these keys, or to fail to lock the club-house door behind her. That she, on her return home, should have had sufficient presence of mind to toss these keys down in the same place from which she or her sister had taken them, argued well for her clear-headedness up to that moment. The fever must have come on later, a fever which, with my knowledge of what had occurred at the whispering pines,

Starting point is 01:52:19 seemed the only natural outcome of this situation. The next paragraph detailed a fact startling enough to rouse my deepest interest. Zadok Brown, the Cumberland's coachman, declared that Arthur's cutter, and what he called the grey mare, had been out that night. They were both in place when he returned to the stable towards early morning, but the signs were unmistakable that both had been out in the snow since he left the stable at about nine. he had locked the stable-door at that time but the key always hung in the kitchen where any one could get it this was on account of arthur who if he wanted to go out late sometimes harnessed a horse himself zadok judged that he had done so this night though how the horse happened to be back in her stall and no mr arthur in the house it would take wiser head than his to explain but he was sure the mare had been out

Starting point is 01:53:19 There was some comment made on this, because Arthur had denied using his cutter that night. He declared instead that he had gone out on foot and designated the coachman's tail as all Bosch. I was not the only one who had dropped too much downtown, was the dog desertion, with which he met all questions on this subject. I wouldn't give a snap of my finger for Sadock's opinion on any subject after five hours of dancing and the necessary drinks. There were no signs of the mare having been out when I got home. As this was about noon the next day, his opinion on this point could not be said to count for much. As for myself, I felt inclined to believe that the mare had been out, that one or both of the women had harnessed him, and that it was by these means that they had reached the whispering pines.

Starting point is 01:54:11 The night was too cold, a storm too imminent for them to have contemplated so long a walk on a road, so remote as that leading to the clubhouse. Arthur was athletic, but Adelaide was far from strong, and never addicted to walking under the most favorable conditions. Of all the mysteries surrounding her dead presence in the clubhouse, the one which from the first had struck me as the most inexplicable, was the manner of her reaching there. Now I could understand both that fact and how Carmel had succeeded

Starting point is 01:54:44 in returning in safety to her home. She had written both ways, a theory which likewise explained how she came to wear a man's derby and possibly a man's overcoat. With her skirts covered by a bear skin, she would present a very fair figure of a man to anyone who chanced to pass her. This was desirable in her case. A man and woman driving at a late hour through the city streets would attract little, if any, attention, while two women might. having no wish to attract attention they had resorted to subterfute or carmel had it was not like adelaide to do so she was always perfectly open both in manner and speech these were my deductions drawn from my own knowledge would others who had not my knowledge be in any wise influence to draw the same would the fact that the mare had been out during those mysterious hours when everybody had appeared to be absent from the house saving the one young girl whom they afterwards found stark staring mad with delirium served to awaken suspicion of her close and personal connection with this crime

Starting point is 01:55:56 there was nothing in this reporter's article to show that such an idea had dawned upon his mind but the police are not readily hoodwinked and i dreaded the result of their inquiries if they chose to follow this undoubted clue yet if they let this point slip where should i be human nature is human all the way through and i could not help having moments when i asked myself if this young girl were worth the sacrifice i contemplated making for her she was lovely to look at amiable and of womanly promise save at those rare and poignant moments when passion would seize her in a gust which drove everything before it but were any of these considerations sufficient to justify me in letting my whole manhood slip for the sake of one who whatever the provocation had used the strength of her hands against the sister who had been as a mother to her for so many years that she had had provocation i did not doubt adelaide for all her virtues was not an easy person to deal with upright and perfectly sincere herself she had no sympathy with or a commiseration for any lack of principle or any display of selfishness in others a little cold a little reserved a little lacking in spontaneity though always correct and always generous in her gifts and open in her acts her whole nature would rise at any evidence of meanness or ingratitude and though she said little you would feel her disapprobation through and through she would even change physically naturally pallid and of small inconspicuous features her eyes on these occasions would so far away flame, and her whole figure so dilate that she looked like another woman.

Starting point is 01:57:51 I have seen her brother, six feet in height, and wady for his years, cringe under her few quiet words at these times, till she absolutely seemed the taller of the two. It was only in these moments she was handsome, and had I loved her, I should probably have admired this passionate purity, this intolerance of all that was small or selfish or unworthy of a good woman's esteem. But not loving her, I had merely cherished a wholesome fear of her displeasure,

Starting point is 01:58:23 and could quite comprehend what a full display of anger on her part might call up in her sensitive, already deeply suffering, sister. The scathing arraignment, the unbearable taunt. Well, well, it was all dream-work, but I had time to dream and opportunity for little else, and pictures, which till now I had sedulously kept in, in the background of my imagination, would come to the front as I harped on this topic and wait in my disturbed mind the following question.

Starting point is 01:58:55 Should I continue the course which I had instinctively taken out of a natural sense of chivalry, or face my calumniators with the truth, and leave my cause and hers to the justice of men, rather than to the slow but righteous workings of providence? I struggled with a dilemma for hours. more so that I did not stand alone in the world. I had relatives and I had friends, some of whom had come to see me and gone away deeply grieved at my reticions. I was swayed, too, by another consideration. I had deeply loved my mother. She was dead, but I had her honor to think of. Should it be said she had a murderer for her son? In the height of my inner conflict,

Starting point is 01:59:42 I had almost cried aloud the fierce denial which would arise at the time. this thought. But ere the word could leave my lips, such a vision rose before me of a bewildering young face with wonderful eyes and a smile too innocent for guile and too loving for hypocrisy, that I forgot my late antagonistic feelings, forgot the claims of my dear, dead mother, and even those of my own future. Such passion and such devotion merited consideration from the man who had called them forth. I would not slight the claims of my dead mother, but I would give this young girl a chance for her life. Let others ferret out the fact that she had visited the clubhouse with her sister. I would not proclaim it. It was enough for me to proclaim my innocence, and that I would

Starting point is 02:00:32 do to the last. I was in this frame of mind when Charles Clifton called and was allowed to see me. I had sent for him in one of my discouraged moods. He was my friend, but he was also my legal adviser and it was as such i had summoned him and it was as such he had now come cordial as our relations had been though he was hardly one of my ilk i noticed no instinctive outstretching of his hand and so did not reach out mine appearances had been too strong against me for any such spontaneous outburst from even my best friends i realized that to expect other ways from him or from any other ways from any other ways from him or from any other other men would be to play the fool, and this was no time for folly. The day for that was past. I was the first to speak. You see me where you have never thought to see a friend of yours, but we won't go into that. The police have good reasons for what they have done, and I presume feel justified in my commitment. Nonewithstanding, I am an innocent man, so far as the

Starting point is 02:01:41 attack made upon Miss Cumberland goes. i had no hand in her murder if murder it is found out to be my story which you have read in the papers and which i felt forced to give out possibly to my own shame and that of another whom i would fain have saved it is an absolutely true one i did not arrive at the whispering pines until after miss cumberland was dead to this i am ready to swear and it is upon this fact you must rely in any defence you might hereafter be called upon to make in my regard. He listened as a lawyer would be apt to listen to such statements from the man who had summoned him to his aid. But I saw that I had made no impression on his convictions. He regarded me as a guilty man, and what was more to the point, no doubt, as one for whom

Starting point is 02:02:33 no plea could be made or any rational defense undertaken. You don't believe me, I went on, still without any great bitterness. i am not surprised at it after what the man clerk has said of seeing me with my hands on her throat any man friend or not would take me for a villain after that but charles to you i will confess what cowardice kept me from owning to dr perry at the proper possibly at the only proper moment that i did this out of a wild desire to see if those marks were really the marks of strangling fingers i could not believe that she had been so killed and led away by my doubts i leaned over her and-you shall believe me you must i insisted as i perceived his heart-gaze remain unsoftened i don't ask it of the rest of the world i hardly expect any one to give me credit for good impulses or even for speaking the plain truth after the discovery which has been made of my treacherous attitude towards these two virtuous and devoted women but you if you are to act as my counsel must take this denial from me as gospel truth i may disappoint you in other ways i may try you and often make you regret that you undertook my case but on this fact you may safely pin your faith she was dead before i touched her had the police spy whose testimony is likely to hang me climbed the tree a moment sooner than he did you would have seen that are you ready to take my case

Starting point is 02:04:12 clifton is a fair fellow and i knew if he once accepted the fact i thus urged upon him he would work for me with all the skill and ability my desperate situation demanded i therefore watched him with great anxiety for the least change in the constrained attitude and fixed unpromising gaze with which he had listened to me and was conscious of a great leap of heart as the set expression of his features relaxed and he responded almost warmly I will take your case, Renelay. God help me to make it good against all odds. End of Chapter 7, Part 1. Chapter 7, Part 2 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Carolyn.

Starting point is 02:05:09 Clifton accepts my case, Part 2. I was conscious of few hopes, but some of the oppression under which I labored lifted at those. words. I had assured one man of my innocence. It was like a great rock in the weary desert. My sigh of relief bespoke my feelings, and I longed to take his hand, but the moment had not yet come. Something was wanting, to a perfect confidence between us, and I was in too sensitive a frame of mind to risk the slightest rebuff. He was ready to speak before I was. Then you had not been long on the scene of crime when the police arrived? I had been in the room but a few minutes.

Starting point is 02:05:55 I do not know how long I was searching the house. The police say that fully twenty minutes elapsed between the time they received Miss Cumbullin's appeal for help and their arrival at the clubhouse. If you were there that long— I cannot say, moments are ours in such a crisis. I— my emotions were too much for me and i confusedly stopped he was surveying me with the old distrust in a moment i saw why "'You're not open with me,' he protested.

Starting point is 02:06:30 "'Why should moments be ours to you previous to the instant "'when you stripped those pillows from the couch? "'You are not a fanciful, man, nor have you any cowardly instincts. "'Why were you in such a turmoil going through a house "'where you could have expected to find nothing worse "'than some miserable sneak thief?' "'This was a poser,' had laid myself open to suspicion by one thoughtless admission, and what was worse, it was but the beginning in all probability

Starting point is 02:07:02 of many other possible mistakes. I had never taken the trouble to measure my words, and the whole truth being impossible, I necessarily must make a slip now and then. He had better be warned of this. I did not wish him to undertake my course blindfolded. He must understand its difficulties, while believing in my innocence. then if he chose to draw back well and good i should have to face the situation alone charles said i as soon as i could perfectly control my speech you are quite just in your remark i am not and cannot be perfectly open with you i shall tell you no lies but beyond that i cannot promise i am caught in a net not altogether of my own weaving

Starting point is 02:07:56 so far i will be frank with you a common question may trip me up others find me free and ready with my defence you have chanced upon one of the former i was in the turmoil of mind from the moment of my entrance into that fatal house but i can give no reason for it unless i am as you hinted a coward he settled that supposition with a gesture i had rather not have seen it would be better for him to consider me a poltroon than to suspect my real reasons for the agitation which i had acknowledged you say you cannot be open with me that means you have certain memories connected with that night which you cannot divulge right charles but not memories of guilt of active guilt i mean this i have previously insisted on and this is what you must believe i am not even an accessory before the fact. I am perfectly innocent so far as Adelaide's death is concerned. You may proceed on that basis without fear. That is, if you continue to take an interest in my case. If not, I shall be the last to blame you. Little honour is likely to occur to you from defending me. I have accepted the case and I shall continue to interest myself in it, he assured me,

Starting point is 02:09:18 with a dogged rather than genial persistence. But I should like to know what I am to work upon if it cannot be shown that her call for help came before you entered the building that would be the best defense possible of course i replied but neither from your standpoint nor mine is it a feasible one i have no proof of my assertion i never looked at my watch from the time i left the station till i found it run down this very morning the clubhouse clock has been out of order for some time and was not running all i know and can swear to you about the length of the of time I was in that building, prior to the arrival of the police, since she was not only dead and buried under those accumulated cushions, but in a room some little distance from the telephone. "'That will do for me,' said he, but scarcely for those who are prejudiced against you. Everything points so indisputably to your guilt. The note which you say you wrote to Carmel to meet you at the station looks very much more like

Starting point is 02:10:20 one to Miss Cumbullent to meet you at the clubhouse. It was thus I first learned which part of this letter had been burned off. Footnote. It was the top portion, leaving the rest to read. Come, come, my darling, my life. She will forgive when all is done. Hesitation will only undo us. Tonight at 10.30, I shall never marry anyone but you.

Starting point is 02:10:45 It was also evident that I had failed to add those expressions of affection linked to Carmel's name, which had been in my mind and awakened my keenest apprehension." End of footnote. "'Otherwise,' he pursued, "'what could have taken her there? Everybody who knew her will ask that. Such a night, so soon after seeing you. It is a mystery anyway,

Starting point is 02:11:10 but one entirely inconceivable without some excuse for her. These lines said, Come, and she went, for reasons which may be clear to you, who were acquainted with her weak as well as strong points. Went how, no one knows, by chance or by intention on her part or yours. Every servant was out of the house by nine o'clock, and her brother, too. Only the sister remained, the sister whom you professed to have urged to leave the town

Starting point is 02:11:39 with you that very evening, and she can tell us nothing, may die without ever being able to do so. some shock of her feelings you may know its character and you may not drove her from a state of apparent health into the wildest delirium in a few hours it was not your letter if your story is true about that letter or she would have shown its effect immediately upon receiving it that is in the early evening and she did not helen one of the maids declares that she saw her some time after you left the house and that she wore anything but a troubled look that in fact her countenance was beaming and so beautiful that accustomed as the girl was to her young mistress's good looks she was more than struck by her appearance and spoke of it afterwards at the ball a telling circumstance against your ranelais not only contradicting your own story but showing that her after-condition sprang from some sudden and extreme apprehension in connection with her sister. Did you speak? No, I had not spoken. I had nothing to say.

Starting point is 02:12:49 I was too deeply shaken by what he had just told me to experience anything but the utmost confusion of ideas. Carmel beaming and beautiful at an hour I had supposed her suffering, I could not reconcile it with a letter she had written me, or with that understanding with her sister which ended so here. hideously in the whispering pines. The lawyer, seeing my helpless state, proceeded with his presentation of my case

Starting point is 02:13:16 as it looked to unprejudiced eyes. Miss Cumberland comes to the clubhouse. So do you. You have not the keys, and so go searching about the building till you find an unlocked window by which you both enter. There are those who say you purposely left this window unfastened when you went about the house the day before. that you dropped the keys in her house where they would be sure to be found and drove down to this station and stood about there for a good half-hour in order to divert suspicion from yourself afterwards and create an alibi in case it should be wanted

Starting point is 02:13:53 i do not believe any of this myself not since accepting your assurance of innocence but there are those who do believe it firmly and discern in the whole affair a cool and premeditated murder your passion for carmel while not generally known, has not passed unsuspected by your or her intimates, and this in itself is enough to give colour to these suspicions, even if you had not gone so far as to admit its power over you, and the extremes to which you were willing to go to secure the wife you wished. So much for the situation as it appears to outsiders. Of the circumstantial evidence which links you personally to this crime, we have already spoken.

Starting point is 02:14:36 It is very strong and, and apparently unassailable. But truth is truth, and if you only felt free to bear your whole soul to me, as you now declined to do, I should not despair of finding some weak link in the chain which seems so satisfactory to the police and, I am forced to add, to the general public. Charles—I was very near unbosoming myself to him at that moment, but I caught myself back in time. While Carmel lay ill and unconscious, I would not clear my name at her expense by so much as a suggestion. Charles, I repeated, but in a different tone and with a different purpose. How do they account for the cordial that was drunk, the two emptied glasses and the flask,

Starting point is 02:15:25 which were found in the adjacent closet? It's one of the affairs conceded in congruities. Miss Cumberland is a well-known temperance woman. Had the flask and glasses not come from her house, you would get no one to believe that she had had anything to do with them. Have you any hint to give on this point? It would be a welcome addition to your case. Alas! I was as much puzzled by those emptied cordial glasses as he was, and told him so, also by the presence of the third unused one. As I dwelt in thought on the latter circumstance, I remembered the observation which coroner, Perry had made concerning it.

Starting point is 02:16:08 Coroner Perry speaks of a third and unused glass which was found with a flask. I ventured tentatively. He seemed to consider it an important item, hiding some truth that would materially help this case. What do you think, or rather, what is the general opinion on this point? I have not heard. I have seen the fact mentioned, but with that comment. It is a curious circumstance. "'I will make a note of it.

Starting point is 02:16:37 "'You have no suggestions to offer on the subject?' "'None.' "'The clue is a small one,' he smiled. "'So is the one offered by the array of bottles found on the kitchen table, yet the latter may lead directly to the truth. Adelaide never dug those out of the cellar where they were locked up, and I'm sure I did not. Yet I suppose I'm giving credit for doing so.'

Starting point is 02:17:03 naturally the key to the wine vault was the only key which was lacking from the bunch left at miss cumberland's that it was used to open the wine vault door is evident from the fact that it was found in the lock everything was against me if the whole affair had been planned with an intent to inculpate me and me only it could not have been done with more attention to detail nor could i have found myself more completely enmeshed yet i knew both from circumstances and my own instinct that no such planning had occurred i was a victim not of malice but of blind chance or shall i say of providence as to this one key having been slipped from the rest and used to open the wine vault for wine which nobody wanted and nobody drank this must be classed with the other incongruities which might yet lead to my enlargement you may add this coincident to the other i conceded after i had gone thus far in my own mind i swear that i had nothing to do with that key neither could i believe that it had been used or even carried there by adelaide or carmel though i knew that the full ring of keys had been in their hands and that they had entered the building by means of one of them so assured was i of their innocence in this regard that the idea which afterwards assumed some of them proportions in all our minds had at this moment its first dawning in mine as well as its first outward expression some other man than myself was thirsty that night i firmly declared we are getting on charles evidently he did not consider the pace a very fast one but being a cheerful fellow by nature he simply expressed his dissatisfaction by an imperceptible shrug

Starting point is 02:18:59 do you know exactly what the club-houses wine vault contained he asked an inventory was given me by the steward the morning we closed it must be in my rooms your rooms have been examined you expected that didn't you probably this inventory has been found i don't suppose it will help any how should it very true how should it no thoroughfare there of course no thoroughfare anywhere to-day i exclaimed to-morrow some loophole of escape might suggest itself to me i should like to sleep on the matter i-i should like to sleep on it he saw that i had something in mind of which i had thus far given him no intimation and he waited anxiously for me to reconsider my last words before he earnestly remarked a day lost at a time like this is often a day never retrieved think well before you bid me leave you unenlightened as to the direction in which he wished me to work but i was not ready not by any means ready and he detected this when i next spoke i will see you to-morrow any time to-morrow meantime i will give you a commission which you are at liberty to perform yourself or to entrust to some capable detective the letter of which a portion remains was written to carmel and she sent me a reply which was handed to me on the station platform by a man who was a perfect stranger to me i have hardly any memory of how the man looked but it should be an easy task to find him and if you cannot do that the smallest scrap of the note he gave me and which unfortunately i tore up and scattered to the winds would prove my veracity in this one particular and so make it easier for them to believe the rest

Starting point is 02:20:55 his eye lightened i presumed the prospect of making any practical attempt in my behalf was welcome one thing more i now added my my ring was missing from miss cumbulin's hand when i took away those pillows i have reason to think or it is natural for me to think that she planned to return it to me by some messenger or in some letter do you know if such a messenger or such letter has been received at my apartments have you heard anything about this ring it was a notable one and not to be confounded with any other any one who knew us or who had ever remarked it on her hand would be able to identify it i have heard the ring mentioned he replied i have even heard that the police are interested in finding it but i have not heard that they have been successful you encouraged me much by assuring me that it was missing from her hand when you first saw her that ring may prove our most valuable clue yes but you must also remember that she may have taken it off before she started for the club-house that is very true you do not know whether they have looked for it at her home i do not will you find out and will you see that i get all my letters i certainly will but you must not expect to receive the letter unopened i suppose not i said this with more cheerfulness than he evidently expected my heart had been lightened off one load the ring had not been discovered on calm as i had secretly feared i will take good care of your interests from now on he remarked in a tone much more natural than any he had before used be hopeful and show a brave front to the district attorney when he comes to interview you

Starting point is 02:22:45 i hear that he is expected home to-morrow if you are innocent you can face him in his whole office with calm assurance which showed how little he understood of my real position there was comfort in this very thought however and i quietly remarked that i did not despair and i will not he emphasized rising with an assumption of ease which left him as he remained hesitating before me it was my moment of advantage and i improved it by proffering a request which had been more or less in my mind during the whole of this prolonged colloquy first thanking him for his disinterestedness our remarked our remarked first thanking him for his disinterestedness i remarked that he had shown me so much consideration as a lawyer that i now felt emboldened to ask something from him as my friend you are free said i i am not miss cumberland will be buried before i leave these four walls i hate to think of her going to her grave without one token from the man to whom she has been only too good and who whatever outrage he may have planned to her feelings is not without reverence for her character and a heartfelt repentance for whatever he may have done to grieve her charles a few flowers white no wreath just a few which can be placed on her breast or in her hand you need not say whom they are from it would seem a mockery to any one but her lilies charles i shall feel happier to know that they are there will you do this for me i will that is all instinctively he held out his hand i dropped mine in it there was a slight pressure some few murmured words and he was gone i slept that night end of chapter seven part two

Starting point is 02:24:44 chapter eight of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libovox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline a chance i take it i entreat you then from one that so imperfectly conjects you take no notice nor build yourself a trouble out of this scattering and unsure observance it were not for your quiet nor your good nor for my manhood honesty or wisdom to let you know my thoughts orthello i slept though a question of no small importance was agitating my mind demanding instant consideration and a definite answer before i again saw this friend and adviser i walked to ask if the suggestion which had come to me in our brief conversation about the bottles taken from the wine vault was the promising one it had then appeared or only a fool's trick bound to end in disaster i weighed the matter in every conceivable way and ended by trusting to the instinct which impelled me to have resource to the one and only means by which the scent might be diverted from its original cause confusion be sown in the minds of the police and carmel as well as myself be safe from the pit gaping to receive us this was my plan i would acknowledge to having seen a horse and cutter leave the club by the upper gateway, simultaneously with my entrance through the lower one.

Starting point is 02:26:26 I would even describe the appearance of the person driving this cutter. No one, by the greatest stretch of imagination, would be apt to associate this description with Carmel, but it might set the authorities thinking, and if by any good chance a cutter containing a person wearing a derby hat and a coat with an extra high collar should have been seen on this portion of the road, or if, as I earnestly hoped, the snow had left any signs of another horse having been teethered, in the clump of trees opposite the one where I had concealed my own, enough of the truth might be furnished to divide public opinion and start fresh inquiry. That a woman's form had sought concealments under these masculine habiliments, would not,

Starting point is 02:27:16 could not strike anybody's mind. Nothing in the crime had suggested a woman's presence, much less a woman's active agency. On the contrary, all the appearances, save such as I believed known to myself alone, spoke so openly of a man's strength, a man's methods, a man's appetite, and a man's brutal daring, that the suspicion which had naturally fallen on myself as the one and only person implicated, would in shifting pass straight to another man, and if he could not be found, return to me, or be lost in a maze of speculation. This seemed so evident after a long and close study of this situation,

Starting point is 02:28:03 that I was ready with my confession when Mr. Clifton next came. I had even forestalled it in a short interview forced upon me by the assistant district attorney and chief Hudson. that it had made an altogether greater impression upon the letter than i had expected gave me additional courage when i came to discuss this new line of defence with the young lawyer i was even able to tell him that to all appearance my long silence on a point so favourable to my own interests had not mitigated against me to the extent one would expect from men so alive to the subterfuges and plausible inventions of suspected criminals. Chief Hudson believes me, late as my statement is, I saw it in his eye. Thus I went on. And the assistant district attorney, too. At least, the latter is willing to give me the benefit of the doubt, which was more than I expected. What do you suppose has happened? Some new discovery on

Starting point is 02:29:10 their part? If so, I ought to know what it is. Believe me, Charles, I all. I always. I always to know what it is. I have heard of no new discovery, he coldly replied, not quite pleased, as I could say, either with my words or my manner. An old one may have served your purpose. If another cutter besides yours passed through the clubhouse grounds at the time you mention, it left tracks which all the fury of this storm would not have entirely obliterated in the fifteen minutes elapsing between that time and the year.

Starting point is 02:29:48 arrival of the police. Perhaps they remember these tracks, and if you had been entirely frank that night— "'I know, I know,' I put in, "'but I wasn't. Lay it to my confusion of mind, to the great shock I had received, to anything but my own blood-guiltiness, and take up the matter as it now stands. Can you follow up my suggestion?

Starting point is 02:30:14 A witness can certainly be found who encountered that cutter, and its occupant somewhere on the long stretch of open road between the whispering pines and the resident district. Possibly, it would help. You have not asked for news from the hill? The trembling which ceased and shook me at these words testified to the shock they gave me. Carmel, I cried. She's worse. Dead!

Starting point is 02:30:45 No, she's not worse, and she's not dead, but the doctors say it will be weeks before they can allow a question of any importance to be put to her. You can see what that will do for us. Her testimony is too important to the case to be ignored. A delay will follow which may or may not be favourable to you. I am inclined to think now that it will redound to your interests. You are ready to swear to the you speak of, that you saw it leave the clubhouse grounds and turn north? Quite ready, but you must not ask me to describe or in any way to identify its occupant. I saw nothing but the hat and coat I have told you about.

Starting point is 02:31:30 It was just before the moon went under a cloud, or I could not have seen that much. Is it so hard to preserve a natural aspect in telling or suggesting a lie that Charles's look should change as I uttered the last sentence. I do not easily flush, and since my self-control had been called upon by the dreadful experiences of the last few days, I had learned to conceal all other manifestations of feeling, except under some exceptional shock.

Starting point is 02:32:02 But a lie embodied in so many words never came easy to my lips, and I suppose my voice fell, for his glance became suddenly penetrating, and his voice slightly sarcastic, as you remarked. Those clouds obscured more than the moon, I fancy. I only wish that they had not risen between you and me.

Starting point is 02:32:25 This is the blindest case that has ever been put into my hands. All the more credit to me, if I see you through it, I suppose, but... Tell me, I broke in, with equal desire to cut these recriminations short and to learn what was going on at the Cumberland House. Have you been to the hill or seen anybody who has? Can't you give me some details of—of Carmel's condition? Of this sort of nurse who cares for her, and how Arthur conducts himself under this double affliction?

Starting point is 02:32:59 I was there last night. Miss Clifford was in the house and received me. She told me that Arthur's state of mind was pitiful. He was never a very affectionate brother, you know, but now they cannot get him away from Carmel's door. He sits or stands all day just outside the threshold and casts jealous and beseeching looks at those who are allowed to enter. They say you wouldn't know him.

Starting point is 02:33:26 I tried to get him to come down and see me, but he wouldn't leave his post. Doesn't he grieve for Adelaide? I always thought that of the two she had the greater influence over him. Yes, but... they cannot get him to enter the place where she lies. His duty is to the living, he says. At least, his anxiety is there. He starts at every cry, Carmel utters.

Starting point is 02:33:55 She cries out, then. Very often. I could hear her from where sat downstairs. And what does she say? The one thing constantly. Lila, Lila. Nothing more. I kept my face in shadow. If he saw it at all, it must have looked as cold and hard as stone. After a moment I went on with my queries. Does he, Arthur, mention me at all? I did not discuss you greatly with Miss Clifford. I saw that she was prejudiced, and I preferred not to risk an argument, but she let fall this much. That Arthur was,

Starting point is 02:34:42 I felt very hard towards you and loudly insisted upon your guilt. She seemed to think him justified in this. You don't mind my telling you? It is better for you to know what is being said about you in town. I understood his motive. He was trying to drive me into giving him my full confidence. But I would not be driven. I simply retorted quietly,

Starting point is 02:35:07 but in a way to stop all such future attempts. Miss Clifford is a very good girl and a true friend of the whole Cumberland family. But she is not the most discriminating person in the world, and even if she were, her opinion would not turn me from the cause I have laid out for myself. Does the doctor, Dr. Carpenter, I presume, venture to say how long Carmel's present delirium will hold? He cannot, not knowing its real cause. Carmel fell ill before the news of her sister's death arrived at the house, you remember. Some frightful scene must have occurred between the two, previous to Adelaide's departure for the whispering pines.

Starting point is 02:35:53 What that scene was can only be told by Carmel, and for her account we must wait. Happily, you have an alibi which will serve you in this instance. You were at the station during the time we are speaking of. Has that been proved? "'Yes, several men saw you there.' "'And the gentleman who brought me the—her letter—' "'It was more than difficult for me to speak Carmel's name. "'He has not come forward.

Starting point is 02:36:26 "'Not yet, not to my knowledge, at least.' "'And the ring?' "'No news.' "'The nurse—' "'You have told me nothing about her?' "'I now urged. to the topic of gravest interest to me. Is she anyone we know, or an importation of the doctors?' I did not busy myself with that. She is a competent woman, of course. I suppose that is what you mean.

Starting point is 02:36:57 Could I tell him that this was not what I meant at all, that it was her qualities as woman, rather than her qualifications as nurse, which were important in this case? If she was her qualities as woman, if she was, were of a suspicious, prying disposition, given to weighing every word and marking every gesture of a delirious patient, what might we not fear from her circumspection when Carmel's memory asserted itself, and she grew more precise in the frenzy, which now exhausted itself in unintelligible cries, or the ceaseless repetition of her sister's name? The question seemed of such importance to me that I was tempted to give expression to to my secret apprehensions on this score, but I bethought myself in time, and passed the matter over

Starting point is 02:37:46 with the final remark. Watch her. Watch them all, and bring me each and every detail of the poor girl's sickness. You will never regret humoring me in this. You ordered the flowers for Adelaide? Yes, lilies, as you requested. A short silence. then i observed there will be no autopsy the papers say the evidences of death by strangulation are too well defined

Starting point is 02:38:20 very true yet i wonder at their lexity in this there were signs of some other agency having been at work also those two empty glasses smelling of cordial innocent perhaps yet don't i can bear no more to-day i shall be stronger to morrow another feller turned aside his cheek showed his displeasure but the words were kind enough with which he speedily took his leave and left me to solitude and a long night of maddening thought end of chapter eight chapter nine of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libovok's recordings in the public domain recording by caroline book two Sweet Water to the Front Chapter 9 We know of no such letter Oh, he sits high in all the people's hearts, and that which would appear offence in us,

Starting point is 02:39:31 his countenance like richest alchemy, will change to virtue and to worthiness. Julius Caesar And you still hold him? Yes, but with growing on certainty. He is one of those fellows who affect your judgment in spite of yourself. Handsome beyond the ordinary, a finished gentleman and all that he has, in addition to these advantages, a way with him that goes straight to the heart in spite of prejudice and the claims of conscience.

Starting point is 02:40:06 That's a dangerous factor in a case like this. It hampers a man on the exercise of his duties. You may escape the fascination, probably will, but at least you, will understand my present position and wire telephone to New York for an expert detective to help us on this job. I wish to give the son of my old friend a chance. The man whom Coroner Perry thus addressed leaned back in his chair and quietly replied, You're right. Not because he's the son of your old friend, a handsome fellow in all that, but for the reason that every man should have his full chance, whatever the appearance against him. Personally, I have no fear of my judgment being affected by his attractions.

Starting point is 02:40:54 I have had to do with too many handsome scamps for that. But I shall be as just to him as you will, simply because it seems an incredibly brutal crime for a gentleman to commit, and also because I lay greater stress than you do, on the two or three minor points which seemed to favour his latest declaration, that a man had preceded him in his visit. said to this lonely clubhouse, a man whom he had himself seen leaving the grounds in a cutter just as he entered by the opposite driveway. Ah, came in quick ejaculation from the coroner's lips. I like to hear you say that. I was purposely careful not to lay emphasis on the facts that you elit to. I wished you to draw your own inferences

Starting point is 02:41:42 without any aid from me. The police did find traces of a second. The police did find traces of a second, and horse and cutter, having passed through the clubhouse grounds. It was snowing hard, and these traces were speedily obliterated, but Haxford and Clark saw them in time to satisfy themselves, that they extended from the northern clump of trace to the upper gateway, where they took the direction of the hill. That is not all. A grip-sac, packed for traveling, was in Mr. Rennelais' cutter, showing that his story of an intended journey was not without some fire. foundation. Yes, we have retained that grip-sack.

Starting point is 02:42:22 It is not the only proof we have of his intention to leave the city for a while. He had made other arrangements, business arrangements. But that's neither here nor there. No one doubts that he had planned enlopement with a beautiful Carmel. The question is, was his disappointment followed by the murder of the woman who stood in his way? District Attorney Fox. You will have a man.

Starting point is 02:42:47 have guessed his identity before now, took his time, deliberating carefully with himself before venturing to reply. Then, when the coroner's concealed impatience was about to disclose itself, he quietly remarked, I suppose that no conclusion can be drawn from the condition of the body when our men reached it. I judged that it was still warm? Yes, but so it would have been if she had met her fate several minutes earlier than was supposed. Clark and Hexford defer about the length of time, which intervened between the moment when the former looked into the room from the outside and that of their final entrance. But whether it was five minutes or ten, the period was long enough to render their testimony uncertain as to the exact length of time she had lain there dead.

Starting point is 02:43:40 Had I been there? But it is useless to go into that. Let us take up some. We have. Let us take up something more tangible. Very good. Here it is. Of the six bottles of spirits, which were surreptitiously taken from the clubhouse's wine vault, four were found standing unopened on the kitchen table. Where are the other two?

Starting point is 02:44:04 That's it. That's the question I have put myself ever since I interrogated the steward, and found him ready to swear to the correctness of his report and the disappearance of the report and the disappearance of the... two bottles. Renelais did not empty them, or the bottles themselves would have been found somewhere about the place. Now who did? No one within the clubhouse precincts. They were opened and emptied elsewhere. There's our clue, and if the man you've got up from New York is worth his salt, he has his task ready to hand. A hard task for a stranger, and such a stranger.

Starting point is 02:44:45 not very prepossessing to say the least, but he has a good eye and will get along with the boys all right. Nothing assertive about him, not enough go, perhaps. Would you like to see him? In a moment, I want to clear my mind a reference to these bottles. Only someone addicted to drink would drag those six bottles out of that cold, unlighted cellar. yes and a connoisseur at that the two missing bottles held the choicest brand in the whole stock they were kept far back too hidden as it were behind the other bottles yet they were whole to the front and carried off as you say and by some one who knows a good thing in spirits what was in the four bottles found on the kitchen table

Starting point is 02:45:41 sherry whisky and rum two bottles of rum and one each of sherry and whisky the thief meant to carry them all off but had not time the gentleman thief no common man such as we are looking for would make the choice of just those bottles so there we are again contradictions in every direction don't let us bother with the contradictions but just for but just for follow the clue. Those bottles, full or empty, must be found. You know the labels? Yes, and the shape and color of the bottles, both of which are peculiar. Good. Now let us see your detective. But Sweetwater was not called in yet. Just as Coroner Perry offered to touch his bell, the door opened and Mr. Clifton was ushered in. Well and favorably known to both men, he had no difficulty in stating his business and proffering his request i am here in the interests of elwood ranelay said he he is willing to concede and so am i that under the circumstances his arrest was justifiable but not his prolonged detention he has little excuse to offer for the mistakes he has made or the various offences of which he has been guilty

Starting point is 02:47:11 his best friends must condemn his hypocrisy and fast and loose treatment of miss cumberland but he vows that he had no hand in her violent death and in this regard i feel not only bound but forced to believe him at all events i am going to act on that conviction and have come here to entreat your aid in clearing up one or two points which may affect your own opinion of his guilt At his counsel, I have been able to extract from him a fact or two which he has hitherto withheld from the police. Retitioned as he has shown himself from the start, and, considering the character of the two women involved in this tragedy, this cannot be looked upon as entirely to his discredit. He has confided to me a circumstance which, in the excitement, attended on Miss Carmel Cumberland's sudden illness, may have escaped the notice of the family, and very naturally, of the police. It is this. The ring which Miss Cumberland wore as the sign and seal of her engagement

Starting point is 02:48:16 to him was not on her hand when he came upon her, as he declares he did, did. It was there at dinner-time, a curious ring which I have often noted myself, and could accurately describe if required. If she took it off before starting for the whispering pines, it should be easily found. But if she did not, But what a clue at office to her unknown assailant. Up till now, Mr. Renelais has been anticipating receiving this ring back in a letter written before she left her home. But he has heard of no such letter, and doubts now, if you have. May I ask if he is correct in this somice?

Starting point is 02:49:00 We know of no such letter. None has come to his rooms, replied the coroner. I thought not. The whereabouts of this ring, then, is still to be determined. You will pardon my having called your attention to it. As Mr. Renelais's legal advisor, I am very anxious to have that ring found. We are glad to receive your suggestion, replied the district attorney. But you must remember that some of its force is lost by its having originated with the accused. very true but mr rennillay was only induced to speak of this matter after i had worked with him for an hour there is a mystery in his attitude which i for one have not yet fathomed you must have noticed this also coroner perry your inquest when you hold it will reveal some curious facts but i doubt if it will reveal the secret underlying this man's reticions that we shall have to discover for ourselves he has another secret then than the one involving his arrest as a suspected murderer was the subtle conclusion of the district attorney yes or why does he borg so at the simplest inquiries i have my notion also to its nature but i am not here to express notions unless you call my almost unfounded belief in him in notion

Starting point is 02:50:32 what i want to present to you is fact and fact which can be utilized in the course of your client which is equally the cause of justice possibly we'll search for the ring mr clifton meanwhile will you cast your eye over these fragments of a note which mr renleigh says he received from miss carmel cumberland while waiting on the station platform for her coming taken an envelope from his pocket, Mr. Clifton drew forth two small scraps of soiled and crumpled paper, one of which was the half of another envelope presenting very nearly the following appearance. As he pointed this out, he remarked, Elwood is not so common a baptismal name that there can be any doubt as to the person addressed. The other scraps, also written in pencil and by the same, same hand, contained but two or three disconnected words, but one of those words was Adelaide.

Starting point is 02:51:41 I spent an hour and a half in the yards adjoining the station before I found these two bits, explained the young lawyer, with his simple earnestness not displeasing to the two-seasoned men he addressed. One was in hiding under a stacked-up pile of outgoing fright, and the other I picked out on a cart of stuff which had been swept up in the early morning. I offer them in corroboration of Mr. Renelais's statement that the comm used in the particular consumed letter found in the clubhouse chimney was addressed to Miss Carmel Cumberland and not to Adelaide, and that the place of meeting suggested by this word was the station platform, and not the spot since made terrible by death.

Starting point is 02:52:31 "'You are acquainted with Miss Carmel Cumberland's handwriting?' "'If I am not, the tone is full of people who are. "'I believe these words to have been written by Carmel Cumberland.' "'Mr. Fox placed the pieces back in their envelope "'and laid the whole carefully away. "'For a second time we are obliged to you,' said he. "'You can cancel the obligation,' was the quick retort, "'by discovering the identity of the man

Starting point is 02:53:00 who in Derby hat and coat, with a very high collar, left the grounds of the whispering pines just as Mr. Renle drove into them. I have no facilities for the job, and no desire to undertake it. He had endeavored to speak naturally, if not with an offhand air, but he failed somehow, else why the quick glance of startled inquiry which Dr. Perry sent him from under his rather shaggy eyebrows. Well, we'll undertake that, too, promised the district attorney. I can ask no more, returned Charles Clifton, arising to depart. The confronting of that man with Rennelly will cause the letter to unseal his lips.

Starting point is 02:53:46 Before you have finished with my client, you will esteem him much more highly than you do now. The district attorney smiled at what seemed. the callow enthusiasm of a youthful lawyer, but the coroner, who knew his district well, looked very thoughtfully down at the table before which he sat, and failed to raise his head until the young man had vanished from the room, and his place had been taken by another of very different appearance and deportment. Then he roused himself and introduced the newcomer to the prosecuting attorney as Caleb Sweetwater of the New York Police Department. caleb sweetwater was no beauty he was plain-featured to the point of ugliness so plain-featured that not even his quick whimsical smile could make his face agreeable to one who did not know his many valuable qualities

Starting point is 02:54:43 his receding chin and far too projecting nose were not likely to create a favorable impression on one ignorant of his cheerful modest winsome disposition and the district attorney after eyeing him for a moment with ill-concealed disfavor abruptly suggested you have brought some credentials with you i hope here is a letter from one of the department mr gryce wrote it he added with just a touch of pride the letter is all right hastily remarked dr perry on looking it over Mr. Sweetwater is commended to us as a man of sagacity and becoming reserve. Very good. Too business, then. The sooner we get to work on this new theory, the better. Mr. Sweetwater, we have some doubts if the man we have in hand is the man we really want.

Starting point is 02:55:43 But first, how much do you know about this case? All that's in the papers? Nothing more? "'Very little. I have not been in town above an hour.' "'Are you known here?' "'I don't think so. It's my first visit this way.' "'Then you are as ignorant of the people as they are of you. Well, that has its disadvantages.' "'And its advantages, if you will permit me to say so, sir. I have no prejudices,

Starting point is 02:56:18 nor preconceived notions to struggle against. I can take persons as I find them, and if there is any deep family secret to unearth, it's mighty fortunate for a man to have nothing stand in the way of his own instincts. No likings, I mean, no leanings this way or that, for humane or other purely unprofessional reasons. The eye of District Attorney Fox stole towards that of his brother official, but did not meet it.

Starting point is 02:56:47 The coroner had turned his attention to the table again, and, while betraying no embarrassment, was not quite his usual self. The district attorney's hand stole to his chin, which he softly rubbed with his lean forefinger, as he again addressed Sweetwater. This tragedy, the most lamentable which has ever occurred in this town, is really, and without exaggeration, a tragedy in high life. The lady who was strangled by a brute's clutch was a woman of the highest culture and most estimable character. Her sister, who is supposed to have been the unconscious cause of the crime, is a young girl of blameless record. Of the man who was seen bending over the victim with his hands on her throat, we cannot speak so well. He has the

Starting point is 02:57:42 faults and has lived the life of a social favourite. Gifted in many ways, and popular with both men and women, he has swung on his course with an easy disregard of the claims of others, which, while leaving its traces no doubt in many a humble and uncomplaining heart, did not attract notice of this inherent lack of principle, until the horrors of this tragedy lifted him into public view stripped of all his charms. He is an egotist of the first one. water, there's no getting over that. But did he strangle the woman? He says not that he was only following some extraordinary impulse of the moment in laying his thumbs on the marks he saw on Miss Cumberland's neck. A fantastic story, told too late besides, for perfect credence, and not worthy of the least

Starting point is 02:58:35 attention, if—' The reasons which followed are too well known to us for repetition. sweetwater listened with snapping eyes to all that was said and when he had been given the various clues indicating the presence of a third and as yet unknown party on the scene of crime he rose excitedly to his feet and declaring that it was a most promising case begged permission to make his own investigations at the whispering pines after which he would be quite ready to begin his search for the man in the derby hat and high court color whose love for wine was so great that he chose and carried off the two choicest bottles that the clubhouse contained. A hardy act for a man, gentlemen or otherwise, who had just strangled the life out of a fine woman like that. If he exists, and the whole story is not a pure fabrication of the entrapped renelais, he shouldn't be hard to find. What do you say, gentlemen, he shouldn't be hard to find. "'We have not found him,' emphasized the district attorney,

Starting point is 02:59:48 with the shortest possible glance at the coroner's face. "'Then the field is all before me,' smiled sweetwater. "'Wish me luck, gentlemen. It's a blind job, but that's just in my line. A map of the town, a few general instructions, and I'm off.' Mr. Fox turned towards the coroner and opened his lips, but closed them again without speaking did sweetwater notice this act of self-restraint if he did he failed to show it end of chapter nine chapter ten of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libivox according is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter ten i can help you a subtle knave a finder out of occasions that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages though true advantage never presents itself a devilish nave othello

Starting point is 03:01:01 a half hour spent with hexford in and about the club-house and sweetwater was ready for the road as he made his way through the northern gate he cast a quick look back at the long low building he had just left with its tall chimneys and rows of sightless windows, half hidden, half revealed by the encroaching pines. The mystery of the place fascinated him. To his awakened imagination there was a breathless suggestion in it, a suggestion which it was his foremost wish just now to understand. And those pines gaunt, restless, communicative, ready with their secret, if one could only interpret their language. How their heads came together as their garrulous tongues repeated the tale, which would never grow old to them until age nipped their hoary heads,

Starting point is 03:01:59 and laid them low in the dust, with their horror half expressed, their gruesome tale unfinished. Witnesses of it all, commented the young detective as he watched the swaying boughs rising and dipping before a certain window. They were peering into that room long before Clark stole the glimpse, which has undone the unfortunate Rannelet. If I had their knowledge,

Starting point is 03:02:26 I'd do something more than whisper. Thus musing, thus muttering, he plodded up the road, his insignificant figure, an unpromising break in the monotonous weight of the wintry landscape. But could the prison who had indirectly speeded this young detective on his present course, have read his thoughts,

Starting point is 03:02:50 and rightly estimated the force of his purpose, would he have viewed, with so much confidence, the entrance of this unprepossessing stranger upon the no-thor affair, into which his own carefully studied admissions had blindly sent him? As has been said before, this road was an outlying one, and but little travelled safe in the height of summer. Under ordinary circumstances, Sweetwater would have met no more than half a dozen cards, or sledges between the clubhouse gates and the city streets. But today, the road was full of teams carrying all sorts of incongruous people, eager for a sight of the spot made forever notorious by a mysterious crime. He noted them all, the faces of the men, the gestures of the women, but he did not

Starting point is 03:03:43 show any special interest till he came to that portion of the road where the long line of half-buried fences began to give way to a few scattered houses. Then his spirit woke, and he became quick, alert, and persuasive. He entered houses, he talked with the people. Though evidently not a dissipated man, he stopped at several saloons, taking his time with his glass and encouraging the chatter of all who chose to meet his advances. He was a natural talker and welcomed every topic, but his eye only sparkled at one. This he never introduced himself, he did not need to. Someone was always ready with a great theme, and once it was started, he did not let the

Starting point is 03:04:33 conversation languish till everyone present had given his or her quota of hearsay or opinion to the general fund. It seemed a great waste of time, for nobody had anything to say worth the breath expended on it, but Sweetwater showed no impatience, and proceeded to engage the attention of the next man, woman, or child he encountered, with undiminished zest and hopefulness. He had left the country-rope behind, and had entered upon the jumble of sheds, shops, and streets, which marked the beginnings of the town in this direction, when his quick and experienced eye fell on a woman standing with uncovered head in an open doorway, peering up the straight and anxious

Starting point is 03:05:21 expectation of someone not yet in sight. He liked the air and well-kept appearance of the woman. He appreciated the neatness of the house at her back, and goshed at its proper value the interest she displayed in the expected arrival of one whom he hoped would delay that arrival long enough for him to get in the word which by this time dropped almost unconsciously from his lips. But a second survey of the woman's face convinced him that his ordinary locaciousness would not serve him here. There was a refinement in her aspect, quite out of keeping with the locality in which she lived, and he was hesitating how to proceed, when, for her. Fawcern favoured him by driving against his knees a small lad on an ill-directed sled, bringing him almost to the ground, and upsetting the child who began to scream vociferously.

Starting point is 03:06:20 It was the woman's child, for she made instantly for the gate, which, for some reason, she found difficulty in opening. Sweetwater, seeing this, blessed his lucky stars. He was at his best with children, and catching the little fellow up, he soothed and fondled him, and finally brought him with such a merry air of triumph straight to his mother's arms, that confidence between them was immediately established, and conversation started. He had in his pocket an ingenuous little invention, which he had exhibited all along the road as an indispensable article in every well-kept house. He wanted to show it to her, but it was too cold a day for her to stop outside. Wouldn't she allow him to step in, and explain how her work could be materially lessened,

Starting point is 03:07:14 and her labour turned to play by a contrivance so simple that a child could run it? It was all so ridiculous in face of this woman's quiet intelligence that he laughed at his own words, and his laughter, echoed by the child and in another instant by the mother, made everything so pleasant for the moment that she insensibly drew back while he pulled open the gate, only remarking as she led the way in. I was looking for my husband. He may come any minute, and I'm afraid he won't care much about contrivances to save me work. That is, if they cost very much.

Starting point is 03:07:53 Sweetwater, whose hand was in his pocket, drew it hastily out. You were watching for your husband? "'Do you often stand in the open doorway looking for him?' Her surprised eyes met his with a stare that would have embarrassed the most venturesome book agent, but this man was of another ilk. "'If you do,' he went on imperturbably, but with a good-humoured smile which deepened her favourable impression of him, how much would I give if you had been standing there last Tuesday night

Starting point is 03:08:29 when a certain cat-and-horse went by on its way up the hill. she was a self-contained woman this wife of a master mechanic in one of the great shops hard by but her jaw fell at this and she forgot to chide or resist her child when he began to pull her towards the open kitchen door sweetwater sensitive to the least change in the human face prayed that the husband might be detained if only for five minutes longer while he sweetwater worked this promising mine you were looking out he ventured and you did see that horse and cutter what luck it may save a man's life save she repeated staggering back a few steps and dragging the child with her. Save a man's life. What do you mean by that? Not much if it was any cutter and any horse, and at any hour, but if it was the horse and cutter which left the whispering pines at ten or half-past ten that night, then it may mean life and death to the man now in jail under the dreadful charge of murder. Catching up her child, she slid

Starting point is 03:09:47 into the kitchen and sat down with it, in the first chair she came to. sweetwater following her took up his stand in the doorway unobtrusive but patiently waiting for her to speak the steaming kettles and the table set for dinner gave warning of the expected presents for which she had been watching but she seemed to have forgotten her husband forgotten everything but her own emotions who are you she asked at length you have not told me your real business no madam and i ask you ask you-you have not told me your real business no madam and i ask your pardon i feared that my real business if suddenly made known to you might startle perhaps frighten you i am a detective on the lookout for evidence in the case i have just mentioned i have a theory that a most important witness in the same drove by here at the hour and on the night i have named i want to substantiate that theory can you help me a sensitiveness too and quick appreciation of the character of those he addressed was one of sweetwater's most valuable attributes no glossing of the truth however skillfully applied would have served him with this woman so well as this simple statement followed by its equally simple and direct inquiry scrutinizing him over the child's head she gave but a casual glance at the bat she took pains to show her then in as quiet and simple tones as yet himself used she made this reply

Starting point is 03:11:26 i can help you some you make it my duty and i have never shrunk from duty a horse and cutter did go by here on its way up hill last tuesday night at about eleven o'clock i remember the hour because i was expecting my husband every minute just as i am now he had some extra work on hand that night which he expected to detain him till eleven or a quarter after supper was to be ready at a quarter after to surprise him i had beaten up some biscuits and i had just put them in the pan when i heard the clock strike the hour afraid that he would come before they were baked i thrust the pan into the oven and ran to the front door to look out it was snowing very hard and the road looked white and empty but as i stood there was snowing very hard and the road looked white and empty but as i stood there there, a horse and cutter came in sight, which, as it reached the gate, drew up in a great hurry, as if something was the matter. Frightened, because I'm always thinking of harm to my husband whose work is very dangerous, I ran out, bareheaded to the gate, when I saw why the man in the sleigh was making me such wild gestures.

Starting point is 03:12:36 His hat had blown off, and was lying close up against the fence in front of me. Anxious always to oblige, I made haste to snatch at it. and carried out to its owner. I received a sort of thank you, and would never have remembered the occurrence if it had not been for that murder, and if— She paused doubtfully, ran her fingers nervously over the child's head,

Starting point is 03:13:01 looked again at Sweetwater, waiting expectantly for her next word, and faltered painfully. If I had not recognized the horse. Sweetwater drew a deep breath. It was such a half. happy climax. Then, as she showed no signs of saying more, asked as quietly as his rapidly beating heart permitted. Didn't you recognize the man? Her answer was short, but as candid as her expression.

Starting point is 03:13:33 No, the snow was blinding, besides he wore a high collar, in which his head was sunk down almost out of sight. But the horse was one which is often driven by here. I had rather not tell you whose it is. I have not told anyone, not even my husband, about seeing it on the road that night. I couldn't somehow. But if it will save a man's life and make clear who killed that good woman, ask anyone on the hill in what stable you can find a grey horse

Starting point is 03:14:08 with a large black spot on his left shoulder, and you will know as much about it as I do. Isn't that enough, sir? Now I must dish up my dinner. Yes, yes, it's almost enough. Just one question, madam. Was the hat what folks call a derby? Like this one, madam? He explained, drawing his own from behind his back. Yes, I think so, as well as I can remember. It was like, that. I'm afraid I didn't do it any good by my handling. I had to clutch it quick and I'm sure I bent the brim, to say nothing of smearing it with flower marks.

Starting point is 03:14:49 How? Sweetwater had started for the door, but stopped, all eagerness at this last remark. I had been cutting out biscuits, and my hands were white with flour, she explained, simply. But that brushes off easily. I don't suppose it mattered. no no he hastily assented then while he smiled and waved his hand to the little urchin who had been his means of introduction to this possibly invaluable witness he made one final plea and that was for her name eliza simmons was the straightforward reply and this ended the interview the husband whose anticipated approach had occasioned all this abruptness was coming down the hill when Sweetwater left the gate. As this detective of ours was as careful in his finish, as in all the rest of his work,

Starting point is 03:15:46 he called out as he went by. I've just been trying to sell a wonderful contrivance of mine to the missis, but it was no go. The man looked, smiled, and went in at his own gate with the air of one happy and wife, child, and home. Sweetwater went on up the hill. towards the top he came upon a livery stable. Stopping in his good and humid way,

Starting point is 03:16:13 he entered into a talk with a man loitering inside the great door. Before he left him, he had asked him these questions. Any grey horse in town? Yes, one. I think I've seen it, has a patch of black on its left shoulder. Yes. Whose is it? I have a mighty curiosity of it.

Starting point is 03:16:36 about the horse, looks like a trick horse. I don't know what you mean by that. It belongs to a respectable family, a family you must have heard about if you ever heard anything. There's a funeral there today. Not Miss Cumberland's, exclaimed Sweetwater, all agog in a moment. Yes, Miss Cumberland's.

Starting point is 03:16:57 I thought you might have heard the name. Yes, I've heard it. The tone was dry, the words abrupt, but the detective's heart was dancing like a feather. The next turn he took was toward the handsome residence district crowning the hill. End of Chapter 10 Chapter 11 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 03:17:32 Recording by Carolyn Chapter 11 in the coach house. All things that we ordained festival turn from their office to black funeral, our instruments to melancholy bells, our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, and all things change them to the contrary. Romeo and Juliet

Starting point is 03:17:59 Fifteen minutes later he stood in a finely wooded street before an open gateway guarded by a policeman. Showing his badge, he passed in and entered a long and slightly curved driveway. As he did so, he took a glance at the house. It was not as pretentious as he expected, but indefinitely more inviting, low and rambling,

Starting point is 03:18:26 covered with vines, and nestling amid shrubbery, which even in winter gave it a habitable air, it looked as much the abode of comfort as of luxury, and gave, in outward appearance at least, no hint of the dark shadow which has so lately fallen across it. The ceremonies had been set for three o'clock, and it was now half-past two. As Sweetwater reached the head of the driveway, he saw the first of a long file of carriages

Starting point is 03:18:57 approaching up the street. Lucky that my business takes me to the stable, thought he. What is the coachman's name? I ought to remember it. Ah, Zadok. "'Zadok, Brown. There's a combination for you.' He had reached this point in his soliloquay, a bad habit of his, for it sometimes took audible expression, when he ran against another policeman set to guard the side door. A moment's parley, and he left this man behind, but not before he had noted this door and the white and hospitable veranda which separated it from the driveway. I am willing to go all odds that I shall find that veranda the most interesting part of the house,

Starting point is 03:19:45 he remarked, in quiet conviction, to himself, as he noted its nearness to the stable, and the ease with which one could step from it into a vehicle passing down the driveway. It had another point of interest, or rather the wing had, to which it was attached. As his eye travelled back across this wing, in his lively walk towards the stable, he caught a passing glimpse of a nurse's face and figure in one of its upper windows. This located the sick-chamber, and unconsciously he hushed his step and moved with the greatest caution, though he knew that this sickness was not one of the nerves, and that the loudest sound would fail to reach ears lapsed in a blessed, if alarming, unconsciousness. Once around the corner he resumed a more natural pace, and perceiving that the stable-door was,

Starting point is 03:20:39 closed, but that a window well up the garden-side was open, he cast a look toward the kitchen windows at his back, and, encountering no watchful eye, stepped up to the former one and peered in. A man sat with his back to him, polishing a bit of harness. This was probably Zardock, the coachman. As his interest was less with him than with the stalls beyond, he let his eye travel on in their direction, when he suddenly experienced a momentary confusion by observing the head and shoulders of Hexford leaning towards him from an opposite window, in much the same fashion, and certainly with exactly the same intent as himself. As their glances crossed, both flushed and drew back, only to return again, each to his

Starting point is 03:21:30 several people. Neither meant to lose the advantage of the moment. Both had heard of the grey horse, and we were to return. wished to identify it. Haxford, for his own satisfaction, Sweetwater as the first link of the chain leading him into the mysterious cause mapped out for him by fate. That each was more or less under the surveillance of the other did not trouble either. There were three stalls, and in each stall a horse stamped and fidgeted. Only one held their attention. This was a mare on the extreme left, a large grey animal with a curious black patch on its near shoulder. The faces of both

Starting point is 03:22:13 men changed as they recognized this distinguishing mark, and instinctively their eyes met across the width of the open space separating them. Hexford's finger rose to his mouth, but Sweetwater needed no such hint. He stood, silent as his own shadow, while the coachman rubbed away with less and less purpose, until his hands stood quite still, and his whole figure drooped in irresistible despondency. As he raised his face, moved perhaps by that sense of a watchful presence to which all of us are more or less susceptible, they were both a surprise to see tears on it. The next instant he had started to his feet, and the bit of harness had rattled from his hands to the floor.

Starting point is 03:22:59 "'Who are you?' he asked, with a touch of anger. "'quite natural under the circumstances. "'Can't you come in by the door, "'and not creep sneaking up to take a man at disadvantage?' "'As he spoke, he dashed away the tears "'with which his cheeks were still wet. "'I thought a heap of my young mistress,' he added, "'in evident apology for this display of what such men call weakness.

Starting point is 03:23:26 "'I didn't know that it was in me to cry for anything, "'but I find that I can cry for her.' Hexford left his window, and Sweetwater slid from his. Next minute they met at the stable door. Had luck? whispered the local officer. Enough to bring me here, acknowledged the other. Do you mean to this house or to this stable?

Starting point is 03:23:52 To this stable. Have you heard that the horse was out that night? Yes, she was out. Who driving? ah that's the question this man can't tell you a jerk of hexford's thumb in zadok's direction emphasized this statement but i'm going to talk to him for all that he wasn't here that night he was at a dance he only knows that the mayor was out but i'm going to talk to him may i come in too i'll not interrupt i've just fifteen minutes to spare you can do as you please i have nothing to hide from you at any rate which wasn't quite true but sweetwater wasn't a stickler for truth except in the statements he gave his superiors hexford threw open the stable door and they both walked in the coachman was not visible but they could hear him moving about above grumbling to himself in none too encouraging a way

Starting point is 03:25:02 evidently he was in no mood for visitors i'll be down in a minute he called out as their steps sounded on the hardwood floor hexford sounded over to the stalls sweetwater stopped near the doorway and glanced very carefully about him nothing seemed to escape his eye he even took the trouble to peer into a waste-bin and was just on the point of lifting down a bit of broken bottle from an open cupboard when Brown appeared on the staircase, dressed in his Sunday coat and carrying a bunch of fresh hot-house roses. He stopped midway as Sweetwater turned towards him from the cupboard, but immediately resumed his descent and was ready with his reply when Hexford accosted him from the other end of the stable. An odd beast this.

Starting point is 03:25:55 They don't drive her for her beauty, that's evident. She's fast and she's knowing. grumbled the coachman reason enough for overlooking her spots who's that man he grunted with a drop of his lantern jaws and a slight gesture towards the unknown interloper another of us replied hexford with a shrug we're both rather interested in this horse wouldn't another time do pleaded the coachman looking gravely down at the flowers he held it's most time for the funeral and I don't feel like talking. Indeed I don't, gentlemen. We won't keep you. It was Sweetwater who spoke. The mare's company enough for us. She knows a lot, this mare. I can see it in her eye. I understand horses. We'll have a little chat, she and I, when you are gone.

Starting point is 03:26:53 Brown cast an uneasy glance, said Hexford. He'd better not touch her, he cautioned. He don't know the beast will enough for that. He won't touch her, Hexford assured him. She does look knowing, don't she? Would like to tell us something, perhaps. Was out that night, I heard you say? Curious, how did you know it? I've said and said till I'm tired, Brown answered, with sudden heat. This is pestering a man at a very unfortunate time. Look, the people are coming. I must go. My poor mistress, and poor Miss Carmel. I liked him, do you understand? Liked him. And I do feel the trouble at the house, I do. His distress was so genuine that Hexford was inclined to let him go, but Sweetwater, with the

Starting point is 03:27:47 cock of his keen eye, put in his word, and held the coachman where he was. The old girl is telling me all about it, muttered this sly, adaptable fellow. He had settled up to the mare, and their heads were certainly very close to him. together. Not touch her? See here. Sweetwater had his arm round the filly's neck, and was looking straight into her fiery and intelligent eye. "'Shall I pass her story on?' he asked, with a magnetic smile at the astonished coachman, which not only softened him, but seemed to give the watchful Hexford quite a new idea of this gawky interloper.

Starting point is 03:28:29 "'You'll oblige me if you can put her knowledge into words.' the man Zadok declared, with one fascinated eye on the horse, and the other on the house where he evidently felt that his presence was wanted. She was out that night, and I know it, as any coachman would know, who doesn't come home stone-drunk. But where she was and who took her, get her to tell if you can, for I don't know no more than the dead. The dead, flashed out Sweetwater,

Starting point is 03:29:01 wheeling suddenly about and pointing straight, through the open stable door towards the house, where the young mistress, the old servant, mourned, lay in her funeral casket. Do you mean her? The lady who is about to be buried? Could she tell if her lips were not sealed by a murderous hand? She. The word came low and awesomely.

Starting point is 03:29:26 Rude and uncultured as the man was, he seemed to be strangely affected by this unexpected suggestion. I haven't the wit to answer that, said Hayy. How can we tell what she knew? The man who killed her is in jail. He might talk to some purpose. Why don't you question him? For a very good reason, replied Sweetwater, with an easy good nature that was very reassuring.

Starting point is 03:29:54 He was arrested on the spot, so that it wasn't he who drove this mare home, unharnessed her, put her back in her, a stall, locked the stable door and hung up the key in its place in the kitchen. Someone else did that. That's true enough. And what does it show? That the mare was out on some other errand than the one which ended in blood and murder, was the coachman's unexpected retort. Is that so? Whisped Sweetwater into the mare's cocked air. She's not quite ready to commit herself, he drolled, with another an enigmatical smile at the lingering Zadok.

Starting point is 03:30:35 She's keeping something back. Are you? He pointedly inquired, leaving the stults and walking briskly up to Zadok. The coachman frowned and hastily retreated a step, but in another moment he leaped in a rage upon Sweetwater, when the sight of the flowers he held recalled him to himself and he let his hand fall again with a quiet remark.

Starting point is 03:30:59 You're overstepping your duty. i don't know who you are or what you want with me but you're overstepping your duty he's right muttered hexford better let the fellow go see one of the maids is beckoning to him he shall go and welcome if he will tell me where he gets his taste for this especial brand of whisky sweetwater had crossed to the cupboard and taken down the lower half of the broken bottle which had attracted his notice on his first entrance, and was now holding it out, with a quizzical look at the departing coachman. Haxford was at his shoulder with a spring, and together they inspected the label still sticking to it,

Starting point is 03:31:47 which was that of the very rare and expensive spirit found missing from the clubhouse vault. "'This is a find,' muttered Haxford into his fellow detective's ear. Then, with a quick move towards, Zadok, he shouted out, "'You'd better answer that question. Where did this bit of broken bottle come from? They don't give you whiskey like this to drink.'

Starting point is 03:32:13 "'That they don't,' muttered the coachman, "'not so much abashed as they had expected. And I wouldn't care for it if they did. I found that bit of bottle and the ash barrel outside, and fished it out to put varnish in. I liked the shape.' "'Broken this way.' yes it's just as good is it well never mind run along we'll close the stable door for you i'd rather do it myself and carry in the key

Starting point is 03:32:45 here then we're going to the funeral too you'd like to this letter in a whisper to sweetwater the answer was a fervent one nothing in all the world would please this protean-natured man quite so well End of Chapter 11 Chapter 12 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green This Lip-Ovox recording is on the public domain Recording by Carolyn Chapter 12 Lila Lila O treble woe

Starting point is 03:33:27 Fold ten times trouble on that cursed head Whose wicked deed thy most ingenuous sense Deprived thee of "'Hold off the earth a while, till I have caught her once more in my arms.' "'Hanlet. "'Let us enter by the side door,' suggested Sweetwater, "'as the tomb moved towards the house, "'and be sure you place me where I can see without being seen.

Starting point is 03:33:55 "'I have no wish to attract attention to myself "'or to be identified with the police until the necessity is forced upon me.' "'Then we won't go in together,' decided Hexford. Find your own place. You won't have any difficulty. A crowd isn't expected. Miss Cumberland's condition forbids it. Sweetwater nodded and slid in at the side door. He found himself at once in a narrow hall, from the end of which opened a large room. A few people were to be seen in this latter place, and his first instinct was to join them,

Starting point is 03:34:31 but finding that a few minutes yet remained before the hour set for the services, he decided to improve them by a rapid glance about this hall, which, for certain reasons hardly as yet formulated in his own mind, had a peculiar interest for him. The most important object within view, according to his present judgment, was the staircase which connected it with the floor above. But if you had asked his reason for this conclusion, he would not have told you, as Renelais might have done, that it was because it was the most direct and convenient approach to Carmel Cumberland's room. His thoughts were far from this young girl, intimately connected as she was with this crime,

Starting point is 03:35:15 which shows through what a blind maze he was insensibly working. With his finger on the thread which had been put in his hand, he was feeling his way along inch by inch. It had brought him to this staircase, and it led him next to a rack upon which hung several coats and a gentleman's hat. He inspected the former and noted that one was finished with a high collar, but he passed the latter by. It was not a derby. The table stood next to the rack, and on its top lay nothing more interesting than a close brush, and one or two other insignificant objects, but, with his memory for details, he had recalled the case which one of the maids had

Starting point is 03:36:00 picked up somewhere about this house and laid on a hall table if this were the hall and this the table then was every inch of the latter simple cloth-covered top of the greatest importance in his eyes he had no further time for even these cursory investigations hexford's step could be heard on the veranda and sweetwater was anxious to locate himself before the officer came in entering the room before him he crossed the room before him he crossed to the small group clustered in its further doorway. There were several empty chairs in sight, but he passed around them all to a dark and inconspicuous corner, from which, without effort, he could take in every room on that floor, from the large parlour in which the casket stood, to the remotest region of the servants' hall.

Starting point is 03:36:54 The clergyman had not yet descended, and Sweetwater had time to observe the row of little girls sitting in front of the bearers, each with a small cluster of white flowers in her hand. Miss Cumberland's Sunday school class, he conjectured, and conjectured rightly. He had also perceived that some of these children loved her. Near them sat a few relatives and friends. Among these was a very, very old man, whom he afterwards heard was a great uncle and a centenarian. between him and one of the little girls there apparently existed a strong sympathy for his hand reached out and drew her to him when the tears began to steal down her cheeks and the looks which passed between the two had all the appeal and all the protection of a great love

Starting point is 03:37:48 sweetwater who had many a soft spot in his breast felt his heart warm at this one innocent display of natural feeling and an assemblage otherwise frozen by the horror of the occasion his eyes dwelt lingeringly on the child and still more lingeringly on the old old man before passing to that heaped-up mound of flowers under which lay a murdered body and a bruised heart he could not see the face but the spectacle was sufficiently all compelling without that would it have seemed yet more so had he known at whose request the huge bunch of lilies had been placed over that silent heart this sister sick the brother invisible there was little more to hold his attention in this quarter so he let it roam across the heads of the people around him to the distant hall community with the kitchen several persons were approaching from this direction among them zadok the servants of the house no doubt for they came in altogether and sat down side by side in the chairs sweetwater had so carefully passed by there were five persons and all two men and three women only two interested him zadok with whom he had already made a superficial acquaintance and had had had had one bout and a smart bright-eyed girl with a resolute mouth softened by an insistent dimple who struck him as possessing excellent sense and some natural cleverness a girl to know and a girl to talk to was his instantaneous judgment then he forgot everything but the solemnity of the occasion for the clergyman had entered and taken his place and a great hush had fallen upon the rooms and a great hush had fallen upon the rooms and he had to beaute of the occasion and he forgot the room's and he had fallen upon the room's and he had fallen upon the room's

Starting point is 03:39:48 upon every heart they are present. I am the resurrection and the life. Never had these consoling words sounded more solemn than when they rang above the remains of Adelaide Cumberland, in this home where she had reigned as mistress ever since her seventeenth year. The nature of the tragedy which had robbed the town of one of its most useful young women, the awful fate impending over its supposed author, a man who had come and gone in these rooms, with a spell of fascination to which many of those present had themselves succumbed.

Starting point is 03:40:28 The brooding sense of illness, if not impending death, in the room above, gave to these services a peculiar poignancy, which in some breasts of greater susceptibility than the rest, took the form of a vague expectancy, bordering on terror. sweetwater felt the poignancy but did not suffer from the terror his attention had been attracted in a new direction and he found himself watching with anxious curiosity the attitude and absorbed expression of a good-looking young man whom he was far from suspecting to be the secret representative of the present suspect whom nobody could forget yet whom nobody wished to remember at this hallowed hour had his attitude and his absorption been directed towards the casket over which the clergyman's words rose and fell with ever increasing impressiveness he might have noted the man but would scarcely have been held by him but his interest sincere and strong as it undoubtedly was centred not so much in the services careful as he was to maintain a decorous attitude towards the same but in the faint murmurs which now and then came down

Starting point is 03:41:44 from above where unconsciousness reigned, and the stricken brother watched over the delirious sister, with a concentration and abandonment to fear which made him oblivious of all other duties, and almost as unconscious of the rights then being held below over one who had been almost as a mother to him, as the sick girl herself, with her ceaseless and importantate Lila, Lila. the detective watching this preoccupied stranger shared in some measure his secret emotions and thus was prepared for the unexpected occurrence of a few minutes later no one else had the least forewarning of any break in the services there had been nothing in the subdued but impressive rendering of the prayers to foreshadow a dramatic episode yet it came and in this manner the final words had been said and the friends present invited to look their last on the calm face which to many there had never worn so sweet a smile in life some had hesitated but most had obeyed the summons among them sweetwater but he had not much time in which to fix those features in his mind for the little girls who had been waiting patiently for this moment now came forward

Starting point is 03:43:10 and he stepped aside to watch them as they filed by dropping as they did so a tribute of fragrant flowers upon the quiet breast they were followed by the servants among whom zadok had divided his roses as the last cluster fell from the coachman's trembling hand the undertaker advanced with the lid and pausing a moment to be sure that all were satisfied began to screw it on Suddenly there was a cry, and the crowd about the door leading to the main hall started back, as wild steps were heard on the stairs, and a young man rushed into the room where the casket stood, and advanced upon the officiating clergyman and the astonished undertaker, with a fierceness which was not without its suggestion of authority. "'Take it off,' he cried, pointing at the lid which had just been fastened down. "'I have not seen her. I am.

Starting point is 03:44:10 must see her. Take it off. It was the brother, awake at last to the significance of the hour. The clergyman, aghast at the sagittious look and the tone of the intruder, stepped back, raised one arm in remonstrance, and instinctively shielding the casket with the other. But the undertaker saw in the frenzied eye fixed upon his own, that which warned him to comply with a request thus harshly, and preemptorily uttered. Unscoring the lid, he made way for the intruder, who, drawing near, pushed aside the roses which had fallen on the upturned face,

Starting point is 03:44:52 and, laying his hand on the brow, muttered a few low words to himself. Then he withdrew his hand, and without glancing to right or left, staggered back to the door, amid a hush as unbroken as that which reigned behind him in that open casket. Another moment in his white, haggard face and disordered figure would be blotted from sight by the door-jamp. The minister recovered his poise and the bearers their breath. The men stirred in their seats,

Starting point is 03:45:27 and the women began to cast frightened looks at each other, and then at the children, some of whom had begun to whimper, when in an instant all were struck again into stone. The young man had turned and was facing them all, with his hands held out in a clench which in itself was horrible. If they let the man go, he called out in low and threatening tones, I will strangle him with these two hands. The word, and not the shriek which burst irrepressibly from more than one woman before him, brought him to himself. With a ghastly look on his bloated features, he scanned for one moment the row of deeply shocked faces before him,

Starting point is 03:46:16 then totted back out of sight and fled towards the staircase. All thought that an end had come to the harrowing scene, and minister and people faced each other once more, when, loud and sharp from above, there rang down the shrill cry of delirium, this time in articulate words which even the children could understand. Break it open, I say, break it open and see if her heart is there. It was too awful. Men and women and children leaped to their feet and dashed away into the streets,

Starting point is 03:46:54 uttering smothered cries and wild ejaculations. In vain the clergyman raised his voice and bade them respect the dead. The rooms were well-nigh empty, before he had finished his appeal. Only the very old uncle, and the least of the children, remained of all who had come there in memory of their departed kinswoman and friend.

Starting point is 03:47:19 The little one had fled to the old man's arms before he could rise, and was now held close to his aged and shaking knees, while he strove to comfort her and explain. Soon these two were gone, and the casket was refastened and carried out, by the shrinking beaurs, leaving in those darkened rooms a trail of desolation, which was only broken from time to time by the now faint and barely heard reiteration of the name of her

Starting point is 03:47:49 who had just been born away. Lila, Lila. End of Chapter 12. Chapter 13 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Libarvox recording is in the public domain. by Carolyn Chapter 13 What we want is here I'll tell you, by the way,

Starting point is 03:48:21 the greatest comfort in the world. You said there was a clue to all. Remember, sweet. He said there was a clue. I hold it. Come. A blot in the scotch in. Sweetwater, however affected by this scene,

Starting point is 03:48:40 had not lost control of himself or forgot in the claims of duty. He noted at a glance that, while the candid-looking stranger, whose lead he had been following, was as much surprised as the rest at the nature of the interruption, which he had possibly anticipated and for which he was in some measure prepared, he was, of all present, the most deeply and peculiarly impressed by it. No element of fear had entered into his emotion, nor had it been heightened by any superstitious sense. something deeper and more important by far had darkened his thoughtful eye and caused that ebb and flow of color in a cheek unused if sweetwater read the man or right to such quick and forcible changes sweetwater took occasion likewise while the excitement was at its height to mark what effect had been made on the servants by the action and conduct of young cumberland they know him

Starting point is 03:49:43 better than we do, was his inner comment. What do they think of his words, and what do they think of him? It was not so easy to determine as the anxious detective might wish. Only one of them showed a simple emotion, and that one was, without any possibility of doubt, the cook. She was a Roman Catholic, and was simply horrified by the sacrilege of which she had been witness. There was no mistaking her feelings. But those of the other two women were more complex. So were those of the men. Zadok specially watched each movement of his young master with open mistrust, and very nearly started upright in his repugnance and dismay, when that intruding hand fell on the peaceful brow of her, over whose fate, to his own surprise, he had been able to shed tears. Some personal prejudice lay back of

Starting point is 03:50:42 this, or some secret knowledge of the man from whose touch even the dead appeared to shrink. And the women might not the same explanation account for that curious droop of the eye with which the two younger clutched at each other's hands, to keep from screaming, and interchanged whispered words which Sweetwater would have given considerable out of his carefully cherished horde to have heard. It was impossible to tell that President but he was confident that it would not be long before he understood these latter, at least. He had great confidence in his success with women, homely as he was. He was not so sure of himself with men, and he felt that some difficulties and not a few

Starting point is 03:51:28 pitfalls lay between him, and, for instance, the uncommunicative Zadok. But I've the whole long evening before me, he added in quiet consolation to himself. It will be a pity if I can't work on some of them in that time. The last thing he had remarked, before Carmel's unearthly cry had sent the horrified guests in disorder from the house, was the presence of Dr. Perry in a small room which Sweetwater had supposed empty, until the astonishing events I have endeavored to describe brought its occupant to the door. What the detective then read in the countenance of the family's best friend, he kept to himself but his own lost a trace of its former anxiety as the official slipped back out of sight and remained so even after the funeral courtage had started on its course

Starting point is 03:52:24 plants had been made for carrying the servants to the cemetery and despite the universal disturbance consequent upon these events the plants were a tier to sweetwater watched them all right away in the last two carriages this gave him the opportunity he wanted leaving his corner he looked up hexford and asked who was left in the house dr perry mr clifton the lawyer mr cumberland his sick sister and the nurse mr cumberland didn't he go to the grave did you expect him to after that sweetwater's shoulders rose and his voice took on a tone of indifferent friends. There's no telling. Where's he now, do you think? Upstairs? Yes.

Starting point is 03:53:19 It seems he spends all his time in a little alcove opposite his sister's door. They won't let him inside, for fear of disturbing the patient, so he just sits where I've told you, doing nothing but listening to every sound that comes through the door. Is he there now?

Starting point is 03:53:39 Yes, and shaking just like a leaf. I walked by him a moment ago and noticed particularly. Where's his room? Inside of the alcove you mention? No, there's a partition or two between. If you go up by the side staircase,

Starting point is 03:53:57 you can slip into it without anyone seeing you. Coroner Perry and Mr. Clifton are in front. Is the side door locked? No. Lock it. The back door of course. is? Yes, the cook attended to that. I want a few minutes all by myself. Help me, Hexford. If Dr. Perry has given you no orders,

Starting point is 03:54:21 take your stand upstairs where you can give me warning if Mr. Cumberland makes a move to leave his post, or the nurse her patient. I'm ready, but I've been in that room and I've found nothing. I don't know that I shall. You say that it is near the head of the stairs running up from the side door? Just a few feet away. I would have sworn to that fact, even if you hadn't told me, muttered Sweetwater.

Starting point is 03:54:50 Five minutes later, he had slipped from sight and for some time not even Hexford knew where he was. Dr. Perry, may I have a few words with you? The coroner turned quickly. Sweetwater was before him,

Starting point is 03:55:06 but not the same Sweetwater he had interviewed some hours before in his office. This was quite a different-looking personage. Though nothing could change his features, the moment had come when their inharmonious lines no longer obtruded themselves upon the eye, and the anxious, nay, deeply troubled official whom he addressed, saw nothing but the ardour and quiet self-confidence they expressed. "'It'll not take long,' he added, with a short, significant glance in the direction of Mr. Clif, Dr. Perry nodded, excused himself to the lawyer, and followed the detective into the small writing-room which he had occupied during the funeral. In the decision with which Sweetwater closed

Starting point is 03:55:53 the door behind them, there was something which caused the blood to mount to the coroner's brow. "'You have made some discovery,' said he. "'A very important one,' was the quick emphatic reply. and in a few brief words the detective related his interview with a master mechanic's wife on the high road then with an eager now let me show you something he led the coroner through the dining-room into the side hall where he paused before the staircase up queried the coroner with an obvious shrinking from what he might encounter above no was the whispered reply what we want is here and pushing open a small door led into the under part of the stairway if rennaleigh in his prison cell could have seen and understood this movement he disclosed a closet and in that closet a coat or two and one derby hat he took down the latter and holding it out to the light pointed to a spot on the underside of its brim the coroner staggered as he saw it and glanced helplessly about him he had known this family all their lives and the father had been his dearest friend but he could say nothing in the face of this evidence

Starting point is 03:57:20 the spot was a flower mark in which could almost be discerned the outline of a woman's thumb end of chapter thirteen chapter fourteen of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine greene this libavox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter fourteen the motionless figure this blood there is something in this more than natural if philosophy could find it out hamlet the coat is here too whispered sweetwater after a moment of considerate silence i had searched the whole wreck for them i had searched his closet and was about owning myself to be on a false trail when I spied this little door. We had better luck it now, had we not, till you make up your mind what to do with this conclusive bit of evidence. Yes, look it. I'm not quite myself, Sweetwater.

Starting point is 03:58:31 I'm no stranger to this house, or to the unfortunate people in it. I wish I had not been re-elected last year. I shall never survive the strain if—' He turned away. Sweetwater carefully returned the hat to its pig, turned the key in the door, and softly followed his superior back into the dining-room, and thence to their former retreat. I can see that it's likely to be a dreadful business, he ventured to remark,

Starting point is 03:59:01 as the two stood face to face again. But we've no choice. Facts are facts, and we've got to make the best of them. You mean me to go on? Go on? "'Following up the clues which you have yourself given me? "'I've only finished with one. There's another—' "'The bottles?'

Starting point is 03:59:24 "'Yes, the bottles. "'I believe that I shall not fail there if you'll give me a little time. "'I am a stranger in town, you remember, "'and cannot be expected to move as fast as a local detective. "'Sweetwater, you have but one duty, "'to follow both clues as far as they will take you. As for my duty, that is equally plain, to uphold you in all reasonable efforts and to shrink at nothing which will save the innocent and bring penalty to the guilty. Only be careful. Remember the evidence against Rennelly. You will have to force an exceedingly strong chain to hold your own against the facts which have brought this recreant lover to book.

Starting point is 04:00:07 You see, oh, I wish that poor girl could get ease. He impetuously. cried, as Lila, Lila rang again through the house. There can never be any ease for her, murmured Sweetwater. Whatever the truth, she is bound to suffer if ever she awakens to reality again. Do you agree with her reporters that she knew why and for what her unhappy sister left this house at night? If not, why this fever? That sound.

Starting point is 04:00:40 She—the coroner was in fact. she is the only one who is wholly innocent in this whole business consider her at every point her life is invaluable to every one concerned but she must not be roused to the fact not yet nor must he be startled either you know whom i mean quiet does it sweetwater quiet and a seeming deference to his wishes as the present head of the house is the place his Has Miss Cumberland made a will? Her will will will will be read to-morrow. For tonight, Arthur Cumberland's position here is the position of a master. I will respect it, sir, up to all reasonable bounds. I don't think he mediates giving any trouble.

Starting point is 04:01:32 He is not at all impressed by our presence. All he seems to care about is what his sister may be led to say in her delirium. That's how you look at it. coroner's tone was one of gloom. Then, after a moment of silence, You may call my carriage, Sweetwater, I can do nothing further here today. The atmosphere of this house stifles me.

Starting point is 04:01:57 Dead flowers, dead hopes, and something worse than death lowering in the prospect. I remember my old friend. This was his desk. Let us go, I say. Sweetwater threw open the door, but his wistful look did not escape the old man's eye. You're not ready to go?

Starting point is 04:02:19 Wish to search the house, perhaps? Naturally. It has already been done in a general way. I wish to do it thoroughly. The coroner sighed. I should be wrong to stand in your way. Get your warrant and the house is yours. But remember the sick girl.

Starting point is 04:02:41 That's why I would say, I would say, to do the job myself you're a good fellow sweetwater then as he was passing out i'm going to rely on you to see this thing through quietly if you can openly and in the public eye if you must the keys tell the tale the keys and the hat if the former had been left in the club-house and the letter found without the mark set on it by the mechanic's wife ranelais's chances would look as slim to-day as they did immediately after the event. But with things as they are, he may well rest easily to-night. The clouds are lifting for him. Which shows how little we poor mortals realize what makes for the peace even of those who are the nearest to us,

Starting point is 04:03:32 and whose lives and hearts we think we can read like an open book. The coroner gone, Sweetwater made his way to the room where he had last seen Mr. Clifton. He found it empty, and was soon told by Hexford that the lawyer had left. This was welcome news to him. He felt that he had a fair field before him, and learning that it would be some fifteen minutes yet before he could hope to see the carriages back, he followed Hexford upstairs.

Starting point is 04:04:04 I wish I had your advantages, he remarked as they reached the upper floor. What would you do? I'd wander down the hall and take a long, long, at things. You would? I'd like to see the girl, and I'd like to see the brother when he thought no one was watching him. Why see the girl? I don't know. I'm afraid that's just curiosity.

Starting point is 04:04:31 I've heard she was a wonderful beauty. She was once. And not now? You cannot tell. They have bound up her cheeks with clothes. She fell on the grate and got burned. But I say that's dreadful, if she was so beautiful. Yes, it's bad, but there are worse things than that. I wonder what she meant by that wild cry of.

Starting point is 04:04:59 Tear it open, see if her heart is still there. Tear what open? The coffin? Of course. What else could she have meant? Well, delirium is a queer thing. Makes a fellow feel creepy, although. I don't reckon on my night's hair.

Starting point is 04:05:19 Hexford, help me to a peep. I've got a difficult job before me, and I need all the aid I can get. Oh, there's no trouble about that. Walk boldly long, he won't notice. He won't notice? No, he notices nothing but what comes from the sick room. I see. Sweetwater's jaw had fallen, but it righted its own.

Starting point is 04:05:44 at this last word. Listening, eh? Yes, as a fellow never listened before. Expectant-like? Yes, I should call it expectant. Does the nurse know this? The nurse is a puzzler. How so?

Starting point is 04:06:07 Half-nursant, half-but-go-see for yourself. Here's a package to take in medicine from the drug-store. To her there was no one else to bring it up. She'll show no surprise." Muttering his thanks, Sweetwater seized the proffered package, and hastened with it down the hall. He had been as far as the turn before, but now he passed the turn to find, just as he expected, a closed door on the left and an open alcove on the right. The door led into Miss Cumberland's room. The alcove, circular in shape and lighted by several windows,

Starting point is 04:06:44 projected from the rear of the extension, and had for its outlook the stable and the huge succor tree growing beside it. Sweetwater's fingers passed thoughtfully across his chin as he remarked this, and took in the expressive outline of its one occupant. He could not see his face, that was turned towards the table before which he said, but his drooping head, rigid with desperate thinking, his relaxed hand closed round the neck of a decanter which, nevertheless, he did not lift, made upon sweetwater an impression which nothing he saw afterwards ever quite effaced. "'When I come back, that whiskey will be half gone,' thought he, and linger to see the tumbler filled and the first draw taken. But no, the hand slowly unclasped and fell away from the decanter. His head sank forward

Starting point is 04:07:43 until his chin rested on his breast, and a sigh, startling to Sweetwater, fell from his lips. Hickswood was right. Only one thing could arouse him. Sweetwater now tried that thing. He knocked softly on the sick room door. This reached the ear oblivious to all else. Young Cumberland started to his feet, and for a moment Sweetwater saw again the heavy features which, in our being, before had produced such a repulsive effect upon him in the rooms below. Then the nerveless figure sank again into place with this same constraint in its lines and the same dejection.

Starting point is 04:08:28 Sweetwater's hand, lifted in a repetition of his knock, hung suspended. He had not expected quite such indifference as this. It upset his calculations just a trifle. As his hand fell, he reminded him. himself of the coroner's advice to go easy. Easy it is, was his internal reply. I'll walk as lightly as if eggshells were under my feet. The door was open to him this time.

Starting point is 04:08:58 As it swung back, he saw, first, a burst of rosy colour as a room panelled and exquisite pink burst upon his sight, then the great picture of his life, the bloodless features of Carmel, combed for the moment into sleep. perfect beauty is so rare its effect so magical not even the bandage which swathed one cheek could hide the exquisite symmetry of the features or take from the whole face its sweet and natural distinction frenzy which had distorted the muscles and lit the eyes with a baleful glare was lacking at this moment repose had quieted the soul and left the body free to express its natural harmony

Starting point is 04:09:44 sweetwater gazed at the winsome brown head over the nurse's shoulder and felt that for him a new and important factor had entered into this case with his recognition of this woman's great beauty how deep a factor he was far from suspecting or he would not have met the nurse's eye with quite so cheery and self-confident a smile excuse the intrusion he said we thought you might need these things. Hexford signed for them. I'm obliged to you. Are you one of them? she sharply asked. Would it disturb you if I were? I hope not. I have no wish to seem intrusive. What do you mean? Something, I know. Give it a name before there's a change there. She nodded towards the bed, and Sweetwater took advantage of the moment to scrutinize more closely the nurse herself. She was a robust, fine-looking woman, producing an impression of

Starting point is 04:10:50 capability united to kindness. Strength of mind and rigid attendance to deity dominated kindness, however. If crossed, then what she considered best for a patient, possibly for herself, she could be severe, if not biting, in her speech and manner. So much Sweetwater read in the cold, clear eye, and firm, self-satisfied manner. of the woman awaiting his response to the court demand she had made. I want another good look at your patient, and I want your confidence, since you and I may have to see much of each other before this matter has ended. You asked me to speak plainly, and I have done so. You are from headquarters?

Starting point is 04:11:36 Coroner Perry sent me. Throwing back his coat, he showed his badge. The coroner has returned to his office. He was quite upset by the outcry which came from this room at an unhappy moment during the funeral. "'I know. It was my fault. I opened the door just for an instant, and in that instant my patient broke through her top-pour and spoke. She had drawn him in by this time, and after another glance at her patient, softly closed the door behind him. "'I have nothing to report,' said she, but the one sentence everybody heard. sweetwater took in the little memorandum book and pencil which hung at her side and understood her position and extraordinary amendability to his wishes unconsciously a low exclamation escaped him he was young and had not yet sunk the man entirely in the detective a cruel necessity to watch so interesting a patient for anything but her own good he remarked yet because he was a detective as well as a man his eye

Starting point is 04:12:43 went wandering all over the room as he spoke until it fell upon a peculiar-looking cabinet or closet led into the wall directly opposite the bed what's that he asked i don't know i can't make it out and i don't like to ask sweetwater examined it for a moment from where he stood then crossed over and scrutinized it more particularly it was a unique specimen what it lacked in height it could not have measured more than a foot from the bottom to the top, it made up a length, which must have exceeded five feet. The doors, of which it had two, were both tightly locked, but as they were made of transparent glass, the objects behind them were quite visible. It was the nature of these objects which made the mystery. The longest sweetwater examined them, the less he understood the reason for their collection, much less for their preservation in a room, which in all other respects, expressed the quintessence of taste. At one end he saw a stuffed cannery, not perched on a twig,

Starting point is 04:13:49 but lying prone on its side. Near it was a doll, with scorched face and limbs half-consumed. Next this, the broken pieces of a china-ball and what looked like the torn remnants of some very fine lace. Further along, his eye lighted on a young girl's bonnet, exquisite in color and nicety of material, but crushed out of all shape and only betraying its identity by its dangling strings. The next article, in this long array of totally unhomogamous objects, was a metronome, with its pendulum wrenched half off, and one of its sides lacking. He could not determine the character of what came next, and only gave a casual examination to the rest. The whole affair was a puzzle to him, and he had no time for puzzles disconnected with a very serious affair he was engaged

Starting point is 04:14:47 in investigating. "'Some childish nonsense,' he remarked, and moved towards the door. "'The servants will be coming back, and I had rather not be found here. "'You'll see me again. I cannot tell you just when. "'Perhaps you may want to send for me. If so, my name is Sweetwater.' His hand was on the knob, and he was almost. almost out of the room, when he started and looked back. A violent change in the patient had occurred.

Starting point is 04:15:18 Disturbed by his voice, or by some inner pulsation of the fever which devoured her, Carmel had risen from the pillow and now sat, staring straight before her with every feature working, and lips opened as if to speak. Sweetwater held his breath, and the nurse leaped towards her and gently encircled her with protecting arms. "'Lie down,' she prayed. "'Lie down. Everything is all right.

Starting point is 04:15:44 I am looking after things. Lie down, little one, and rest.' The young girl drooped, and, yielding to the nurse's touch, sank slowly back on the pillow. But in an instant she was up again, and flinging out her hands, she cried out loudly just as she had cried an hour before. Break it open.

Starting point is 04:16:06 Break the glass and look in. her heart should be there her heart her heart go or i cannot quiet her ordered the nurse and sweetwater turned to obey but a new obstacle offered the brother had heard this cry and now stood in the doorway who are you he impatiently demanded serving sweetwater in sudden anger i brought up the drugs was the quiet explanation of the ever-ready detective I didn't mean to alarm the young lady, and I don't think I did. It's the fever, sir, which makes her talk so wildly. We want no strangers here, was the young compland's response. Remember, nurse, no strangers? His tone was actually peremptory.

Starting point is 04:16:57 Sweetwater observed him in real astonishment as he slid by and made his quiet escape. He was still more astonished when, on glancing towards Yelkov, he perceived that, contrary to his own prognostication, the whiskey stood as high in the decanter as before. I've got a puzzler this time, with his comment, as he made his way downstairs. Even Mr. Grace would say that. I wonder how I'll come out. Uppermost, he finished in secret emphasis to himself. Uppermost.

Starting point is 04:17:34 It would never do for me to fail in the first big affair of undertaken on my mind. own account. End of Chapter 14. Chapter 15 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Lib of Box recording is in the public domain. Recording by Carolyn. Chapter 15. Helen surprises Sweetwater.

Starting point is 04:18:05 Lirk, Lirk. King Lear. The returning servants drove up just as Sweetwater reached the lower floor. he was at the side door when they came in and a single glance convinced him that all had gone off decorously at the grave and that nothing further had occurred during their absence to disturb them he followed them as they filed away into the kitchen and waiting till the men had gone about their work turned his attention to the girls who stood about very much as if they did not know just what to do with themselves sit ladies said he drawing up chairs quite as if he were doing the honors of the house then with a sly compassionate look into each woe-begone face he artfully remarked you're all upset you are by what mr cumberland said in such an unbecoming way at the funeral he'd like to strangle mr rennaleigh why couldn't he wait for the sheriff it looks as if that gentleman would have the job all right oh don't wailed out one of the girls the impressionable warm-hearted maggie the horrors of this house will kill me i can't stand at a minute longer

Starting point is 04:19:27 I'll go. I'll go tomorrow.' "'You won't. You're too kind harder to leave Mr. Cumberland and his sister in their desperate trouble,' Sweetwater put in, with a decision as suggestive of admiration as he dared to assume. Her eyes filled, and she said no more. Sweetwater shifted his attention to Helen. Working around by her side, he managed to drop these words into her ear. She talks most, but she doesn't feel her responsibilities any more than you do. I've had my experience with women, and you're of the sort that stays. She rolled her eyes toward him, in a slow, surprised way that would have abashed most men.

Starting point is 04:20:20 I don't know your name or your business here, said she. But I do know that you take a good deal upon yourself when you say what I shall do or shan't do. I don't even know myself. That's because your eye is not so keen to your own virtues as, well, I won't say as mine, but as those of any appreciative stranger. I can't help seeing what you are, you know. She turned her shoulder, but not before he caught a slight disdainful twitch of her rosy, non-communicative mouth.

Starting point is 04:20:57 ah ah my lady not quick enough thought he and with the most innocent air in the world he launched forth in a tirade against a man then custoday as though his guilt were an accepted fact and nothing but the formalities of the law stood between him and his final doom it must make you all feel queer he wound up to think you have waited on him and seen him tramping about these rooms for months just as if he had not wicked feelings in his heart and meant to marry miss cumberland not to kill her oh oh maggie sobbed out and a perfect gentleman he was too i can't believe no bad of him he wasn't like her breath caught and so suddenly that sweetwater was almost convinced that the more cautious helen had twitched her by the skirt like like other gentlemen who came here it was a kind word he had or a smile i i she made no attempt to finish but bounded to her feet pulling up the more sedate helen with her let's go she whispered i'm a feared of the man the other yielded and began to cross the floor behind the impetuous maggie sweetwater summoned up his courage one moment he prayed will you not tell me before you go whether the candlestick i have noticed on the dining-room mantle is not one of a pair yes there were too once said helen resisting maggie's effort to drag her out through the open door once smiled sweetwater by which you mean three days ago

Starting point is 04:22:52 a lower ring of her head and a sudden make for the door sweetwater changed his tone to one of simple inquiry and was that where they always stood the pair of them one on each end of the dining-room mantle she nodded involuntarily perhaps but decisively sweetwater hit his disappointment the room mentioned was a thoroughfare for the whole family any member of it could have taken the candlestick. I'm obliged to you, said Hay, and might have ventured further had she given him the opportunity, but she was too near the door to resist the temptation of flight. In another moment she was gone, and Sweetwater found himself alone with his reflections. They were not altogether unpleasing. He was sure that he read the evidences of struggle in her slowly working lips and changing impulses.

Starting point is 04:23:54 So, so, thought he. The good seed has found its little corner of soil. I'll leave it to take root and sprout. Perhaps the coroner will profit by it. If not, I have a way of coaxing tender plants which should bring this one to fruit. We'll see. The moon shone that night, much to sweetwater's discomfiture. As he moved about the stable-ynolds,

Starting point is 04:24:22 yard he momentarily expected to see the window of the alcove thrown up and to hear mr cumbalin's voice raised in loud command for him to quit the premises but no such interruption came the lonely watcher whose solitary figure he could just discern above the unshaded sill remained immovable with his head buried in his arms but whether in sleep or in brooding misery there was not to tell the rest of the house presented an equally dolorous and forsaken appearance there were lights in the kitchen and lights in the servants rooms at the top of the house but no sounds either of talking or laughing all voices had sunk to a whisper and if by chance a figure passed one of the windows it was in a hurried frightened way which sweetwater felt very ready to appreciate in the stable it was no better zadok had brought an evening paper and was seeking solace from its columns sweetwater had attempted the sociable but had been met by a decided rebuff the coachman could not forget his attitude before the funeral and nothing not even the pitcher of beer the detective proposed to bring in softened the forbidding air with which this old servant met the others advances soon sweetwater realized that his work was over for the night and planned to leave but there was one point to be settled first was there any other means of exit from these grounds save that offered by the ordinary driveway he had an impression that in one of his strolls about he had detected the outlines of a door in what looked like a thin brick wall in the extreme rear if so it were well worth his while to know where that door led working his way along the shadow cast by the house and afterward by the stable itself he came upon what was certainly a wall and a wall with a door in it

Starting point is 04:26:38 he could see the latter plainly from where he halted in the thick of the shadows the moonlight shone broadly on it and he could detect the very shape and size of its look it might be as well to try that lock but he would have to cross a very wide strip of moonlight in order to do so and he feared to attract attention to his extreme inquisitiveness yet who was there to notice him at this hour mr cumberland had not moved the girls were upstairs zadok was busy with his paper and the footman dozing over his pipe in the room over the stable sweetwater had just come from that room and he knew a quiet stable-yard and a closed door only ten feet away he glanced again at the letter and made up his mind advancing in a quiet sight-long way he had he laid his hand on the small knob above the lock and quickly turned it the door was unlocked and swung under his gentle push an alleyway opened before him leading to what appeared to be another resident street he was about to test the truth of his surmise when he heard a step behind him and turning encountered the heavy figure of the coachman advancing towards him with a key in his hand zadok was of an easy turn but he had been sorely tired that day and his limit had been reached you snooper he bawled what do you want here won't the run of the house contend you come i want to lock that door "'It is my last duty before going to bed.'

Starting point is 04:28:25 "'Sweetwater assumed the innocent. "'And I was just going this way. "'It looks like a short road into town. "'It is, isn't it?' "'No, yes,' growled the other. "'Whichever it is, it isn't your road to-night. "'That's private property, sir. "'The alley, you see, belongs to our neighbours.

Starting point is 04:28:47 "'No one passes through here but myself, and—' "'He caught himself in time.' with a sullen grunt which may have been the result of fatigue or of that latent instinct of loyalty which is often the most difficult obstacle a detective has to encounter and mr rennaleigh i suppose you would say was sweetwater's easy finish no answer the coachman simply locked the door and put the key in his pocket sweetwater made no effort to deter him more than that he desisted from further questions, though he was dying to ask where this key was kept at night, and whether it had been in its usual place on the evening of the murder. He had gone far enough, he thought. Another step, and he might rouse this man's suspicion, if not his enmity.

Starting point is 04:29:43 But he did not leave the shadows into which he again receded, until he had satisfied himself that the key went into the stable with the coachman, where it probably remained for this night at least. It was after ten when Sweetwater re-entered the house to say good-night to Hexford. He found him on watch in the upper hall, and the man, Clark, below. He had a word with a former. What is the purpose of the little door in the wall back of the stable? It connects these grounds with those of the Fultons.

Starting point is 04:30:20 "'The Fultons live on Houston Street.' "'Are the two families intimate?' "'Very. Mr. Cumberland is sweet on the young lady there. "'She was at the funeral today. "'She fainted when—you know when. "'I can guess. God, what complications arise. "'You don't say that any woman can care for him.' "'Hexford gave a shrug.

Starting point is 04:30:47 "'He had seen a good deal of life.' he uses that door then sweetwater pursued after a minute probably did he use it that night he didn't visit her where did he go we can't find out he was first seen on garden street coming home after a night of debauch he had drunk hard asked where he got the liquor he mourned out something about a saloon but not None of the places which usually frequents had seen him that night. I have tried them all, and some that weren't in his books. It was no good. That door is supposed to be locked at night. Zadok says, that's his duty.

Starting point is 04:31:36 Was it locked that night? Can't say. Perhaps the coroner can. You see, the inquiry ran in such a different direction at first that a small matter like that may have been overlooked. sweetwater subdued the natural retort and reverting to the subject of the saloons got some specific information in regard to them then he passed thoughtfully downstairs only to come upon helen who was just extinguishing the front hall light good night he said in passing good night mr sweetwater there was something in her tone which made him stop and look back She had stepped into the library and was blowing out the lamp there.

Starting point is 04:32:25 He paused a moment and sighed softly. Then he started towards the door, only to stop again and cast another look back. She was standing in one of the doorways, anxiously watching him, and twisting her fingers in and out in an irresolute way truly significant in one of her disposition. He felt his hard leap. Turning softly, he took up his stand before her, looking her straight into the eye. "'Good night,' he repeated, with an odd emphasis. "'Good night,' she answered, with equal force and meaning.

Starting point is 04:33:07 "'But the next moment she was speaking rapidly, earnestly.' "'I can't sleep,' said she. "'I never can when I'm not certain of my duty. "'Mr. Renelay is an injured man. "'Ask what was said and done at their last dinner here. "'I can't tell you. "'I didn't listen and I didn't see what happened, "'but it was something out of the ordinary.

Starting point is 04:33:30 "'Three broken wine-glasses lay on the tablecloth "'when I went in to clear away. "'I heard the clatter when they fell and smashed, "'but I said nothing. "'I have said nothing since, "'but I know there was a quarrel, "'and that Mr. Rennellay was not in it, "'for his glass was the only one which remained unbroken.'

Starting point is 04:33:49 am i wrong in telling you i wouldn't if-if it were not for mr rennley he didn't do right by miss cumbley but he don't deserve to be in prison and so would miss carmel tell you if she knew what was going on and could speak she loved him and i've said enough i've said enough the agitated girl protested as he leaned eagerly toward her i couldn't tell the priest any more good-not night. And she was gone. He hesitated a moment, then pursued his way to the side door, and so out of the house into the street. As he passed along the front of the now darkened building, he scanned it with a new interest and a new doubt. Soon he returned to his old habit of muttering to himself. We don't know the half of what has taken place within those walls during the last four weeks, said he. But one thing I will solve, and that is where this miserable fellow spent the hours

Starting point is 04:34:57 between this dinner they speak of and the time of his return next day. Hexford has failed at it. Now we'll see what a blooming stranger can do. End of Chapter 15. Chapter 16 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. this liby-vox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter sixteen sixty two cuthbert road tush i will stir about and all things will be well i warrant they romeo and juliet he was walking south and on the best lighted and most beautiful street in town but his eyes were forever seen a break in the long line of fence which marked off the grounds of a seemingly interminable stretch of neighboring mansions and when a corner was at last reached he dashed around it and took a straight course for husted street

Starting point is 04:36:08 down which he passed with quickened steps and an air of growing assurance he was soon at the bottom of the hill where the street taking a turn plunged him at once into a thickly poppy district as this was still the residence quarter he passed on until he gained the heart of the town and the region of the saloons here he slack in peace and consulted a memorandum he had made while talking to hexford a big job was his comment sorry to find the hour quite so late but i'm not bound to finish it to-night a start is all i can hope for So here goes. It was not his intention to revisit the places so thoroughly overhauled by the police. He carried another list, that of certain small groceries and quite unobstrusive hotels, where a man could find a private room in which to drink alone, it being Sweetwater's conviction that in such a place, and in such a place only,

Starting point is 04:37:20 would be found the tokens of those solitude. hours spent by Arthur Cumberland between the time of his sister's murder and his reappearance the next day. Had they been spent in his old haunts or in any of the well-known drinking saloons of the city, someone would have peached on him before this, he went on, in silent argument with himself. He's too well-known, too much of a swell for all this lowering aspect and hanged, dog look, to stroll along unnoticed through any of the principal straits, so soon after the news of his sister's murder had set the whole town agog. Yet he was not seen till he struck Garden Street, a good quarter of a mile from his usual resorts. Here, Sweetwater glanced up at the

Starting point is 04:38:14 corner gas lamp beneath which he stood, and seeing that he was in Garden Street, tried to locate himself in the exact spot where this young man had first been seen on the notable morning in question. Then he looked carefully about him. Nothing in the street or its immediate neighbourhood suggested the low and secret den he was in search of. I shall have to make use of the list, he decided, and asked the first passerby the way to Hubble's alley. It was a mile off. That settles it. muttered Sweetwater.

Starting point is 04:38:53 Besides, I doubt if he would go into an alley. The man has sunk low, but hardly so low as that. What's the next address I have? Cuthbert Road. Where's that? Aspying a policeman, eyeing him with more or less curiosity from the other side of the street, he crossed over and requested to be directed to Cuthbert Road. "'Cuthbert Road. That's where the markets are. They're closed at this time of night.' "'Was the somewhat suspicious reply. Evidently the location was not a savoury one.

Starting point is 04:39:34 "'Are there nothing but markets there?' inquired Sweetwater innocently. "'It was his present desire not to be recognized as a detective, even by the men on beat. I'm looking up a friend. He keeps a grocery or some kind of small hotel. I have his number, but I don't know how to get to Cuthbert Road. Then turn straight about and go down the first street, and you'll reach it before the trolley car you see up there can strike this corner. But first, sue up your pockets. There's a bad block between you and the markets. Sweetwater slapped his trousers. and laughed. "'I wasn't born yesterday,' he cried,

Starting point is 04:40:20 and following the officer's directions, made straight for the road. Worse than the alley,' he muttered, but too near to be slighted. "'I wonder if I shouldn't have borrowed somebody's old coat.' It had been wiser, certainly. In Garden Street all the houses had been closed and dark,

Starting point is 04:40:42 but here they were open and often brightly lighted and noisy from cellar to roof. Men, women, and frequently children, jostled him on the pavement, and he felt his pockets touched more than once. But he was in Caleb Sweetwater

Starting point is 04:40:59 of the New York Department of Police for nothing. He laughed, bented, fought his way through, and finally reached the quieter region, and, at this hour, the almost deserted one of the markets.

Starting point is 04:41:15 Sixty-two was not far off, and, pausing a moment to consider his course, he mechanically took in the surroundings. He was surprised to find himself almost in the open country. The houses extending on his left were fronted by the booths and stalls of the market, but beyond these were the fields. Interested in this discovery, and anxious to locate himself exactly, he took his stand under a favoring gas-lamp and took out his map. what he saw sent him forward in haste shops had now taken the place of tenements and as these were mostly closed there were very few persons on the block and those were quiet and unobstrusive

Starting point is 04:42:03 he reached a corner before coming to sixty two and was still more interested to perceive that the street which branched off thus immediately from the markets was a wide and busy one offering both a safe and easy one offering both a safe and easy approach to dealer and customer. I'm on the track, he whispered, almost aloud in his secret self-congratulation. Sixty-two will prove a decent quiet resort, which I may not be above patronizing myself. But he hesitated when he reached it. Some houses invite and some repel. This house repelled. Yet there was nothing shabby or mysterious about it.

Starting point is 04:42:46 there was the decent entrance lighted but not too brilliantly a row of dark windows over it and above it all a sloping roof in which another sparkle of light drew his attention to an upper row of windows this time of the old dormer shape an alley ran down one side of the house to the stables now looked but later to be thrown open for the use of the farmers who begin to gather here as a little to the house to the stables now locked but later to be thrown open for the use of the farmers who begin to gather here as early as four o'clock. Nothing wrong in its appearance, everything ship-shape, and yet, I shall find some strange characters here, was the Sweetwater comment with which our detective opened the door and walked into the house. It was an unusual hour for guests, and the woman he saw bending over a sort of desk in one corner of the room he strode into, looked up hastily, only.

Starting point is 04:43:46 almost suspiciously. "'Well, and what is your business?' she asked, with her eye on his clothes, which, while not fashionable, were evidently of the sort not often seen in that place. "'I want a room,' he tipsily confided to her, "'in which I can drink and drink till I cannot say. "'I'm in trouble I am, but I don't want to do any mischief.' I only want to forget. I've money and—'

Starting point is 04:44:21 As he saw her mouth open—and I've the stuff. Whiskey, just whiskey. Give me a room, I'll be quiet. I'll give you nothing. She was hot, angry, and full of distrust. This house is not for such as you. It's a farmer's lodging, honest men who'd stare and go mad to see a fella like you about.

Starting point is 04:44:46 "'Go along, I tell you, or I'll call Jim. He'll know what to do with you.' "'Then he'll know more than I do myself,' mumbled the detective with a crushed and discouraged air. "'Money and not a place to spend it in. Why can't I go in there?' he peevishly inquired with a tremulous gesture towards a half-open door, through which a glimpse could be got of a neat little snuggery. Nobody'll see me. Give me a glass and leave me till I rap for you in the morning. That's worth a fiver, don't you think so, Mrs. And we'll begin by passing over the fiver.

Starting point is 04:45:31 No. She was mighty peremptory, and what was more, she was in a great hurry to get rid of him. This haste and the anxiousnesses, ear she turned towards the hall, enlightened him as to the situation. There was someone within hearing, or liable to come within hearing, who possibly was not so

Starting point is 04:45:53 stiff under temptation. Could it be her husband? If so, it might be worth his own while to wait the good man's coming, if only he could manage to hold his own for the next few minutes. Changing his tactics, he turned his back on the snuggery, and surveyed the offended woman with just a touch of mortal and sentiment. "'I say,' he cried, just loud enough to attract the attention of anyone with an earshot.

Starting point is 04:46:26 "'You're a mighty fine woman, and the boss of this here establishment, that's evident. I'd like to see the man who could say no to you. He's never said in that ear cashier's seat where you be. Of that I'm dead sure. he wouldn't care for fivers if you didn't nor for tens either she was really a fine woman for her station and a buxom powerful one too but her glance wavered under these words and she showed a desire with difficulty suppressed to use the strength of her white but brawny arms in shoving him out of the house to aid her self-control he on his part began to edge towards the door always eyeing her and always speaking loudly in admirably acted tips the unconsciousness of the fact i am a man who likes my own way as well as anybody were the words with which he sought to save the situation and further his own purposes but i never quarrel with a woman her whims are sacred to me i may not believe in them they may cost me money and comfort but i yield i do when they are as strong in their wishes as you be

Starting point is 04:47:52 i'm going mrs i'm going oh the exclamation burst from him he could not help it the door behind him had opened and a man stepped in causing him so much astonishment that he forgot himself the woman was big bigger than most women who rule the roost and do the work in haunts where work calls for muscle and a good head behind it she was also rosy and of a make to draw the roost and do the work in haunts where work calls for muscle and a good head behind it she was also rosy and of a make to draw the eye if not the heart but the man who now entered was small almost to the point of being a manikin and more than that he was weazen of face and ill-balanced on his two tiny ridiculous legs yet she trembled at his presence and turned the shade paler as she uttered the feeble protest jim She making a fool of herself, asked the little man in a voice as shrill as it was weak. Do your business with me. Women are no good. And he stalked into the room as only little man can.

Starting point is 04:49:05 Sweetwater took out his ten, pointed to the snuggery, and tapped his breast pocket. Whiskey here, he confided. Bring me a glass. I don't mind your farmers. They won't bother me. what i want is a locked door and a still mouth in your head the last he whispered in the husband's air as the wife crossed reluctantly back to her books the man turned the bill he had received over and over in his hand then scrutinized sweetwater with his first show of hesitation you don't want to kill yourself he asked sweetwater laughed with a show of good-humour that appeared to relieve the woman if it did not the man oh that's it he cried that's what the missus was afraid of was it

Starting point is 04:50:02 well i avow and ten thousand dollars to my credit in the bank no i don't want to kill myself i just want to boost to my heart's content with nobody by to count the glasses you've known such fellows before and that cosy little room over there has known them too just add me to the list it won't harm you the man's hand closed on the bill sweetwater noted the action out of the corner of his eye but his direct glance was on the woman her back was to him but she had started as he mentioned the snuggery and made as if to turn but thought better of it and bent lower over her books "'I've struck the spot,' he murmured exultantly to himself. "'This was the place I want, and here I'll spend the night, "'but not to booze my wits away, oh no.' Nevertheless it was a night virtually wasted. He learned nothing more than what was revealed by that one slight movement

Starting point is 04:51:10 on the part of the woman. Though the man came in and sat with him for an hour, and they drank together out of the flask Sweetwater had brought with him, he was as impervious to all Sweetwater's wiles, and as blind to every bait he threw out, as any man the young detective had ever had to do with. When the door closed on him, and Sweetwater was left to sit out the tedious night alone, it was with small satisfaction to himself and some regret for his sacrificed bill. The driving-in of the farmers and the awakening of life in the market, and all the stir it occasioned inside the house and out prevented sleep even if he had been inclined that way.

Starting point is 04:51:58 He had to swallow his pill, and he did it with the best grace possible. Sooner than was expected of him, sooner than was wise, perhaps, he was on his feet and peering out of the one small window this most dismal day room contained. He had not mistaken the outlook. It gave on to the alley, and all that was visible from behind the curtains where he stood was the thick brick wall of the neighbouring house. This wall had not even a window in it, which in itself was a disappointment to one of his resources. He turned back into the room, disgusted, then crept to the window again, and softly raising the sash, cast one of his lightning glances up and down the alley. Then he softly let the sash fall again, and retreated to the center of the room, where he stood for a moment with a growing smile of intelligence.

Starting point is 04:52:58 and hope on his face. He had detected close against the side of the wall, a box or hand-cart full of empty bottles. It gave him an idea. With an impetuosity he would have criticized in another man, he flung himself out of the room in which he had been for so many hours confined, and coming face to face with the landlady,

Starting point is 04:53:24 standing an unexpected watch before the door, found it a strain on his nerves to instantly assume the sullen, vaguely abused air with which he had decided to leave the house. Nevertheless he made the attempt, and if he did not succeed to his own satisfaction, he evidently did to hers, for she made no effort to stop him as he stumbled out, and in her final look, which he managed, with some address to intercept, he perceived nothing but relief. what had been in her mind fear for him or fear for themselves he could not decide until he had rummaged that cart of bottles but how was he to do this without attracting attention to himself in a way he still felt to be undesirable in his indecision he paused on the sidewalk and let his glances wonder vaguely over the busy scene before him before he knew it his eye had left the side-walk and let his glances wonder vaguely over the busy scene before him before he knew it his eye had left the market and travelled across the snow-covered fields to a building standing by itself in the far distance its appearance was not unfamiliar seizing hold of the first man who passed him he pointed it out crying what building is that that that's the whispering pines the country club house where

Starting point is 04:54:51 he didn't wait for the end of the sentence but plunged into the thickest group of people he could find with a determination greater than ever to turn those bottles over before he ate his manner of going about this was characteristic lounging about the stults until he found just the sort of old codja he wanted he scraped up an acquaintance with him on the spot and succeeded in making himself so agreeable that when the old fellow sounded back to the stable to take a look at his horse, Sweetwater accompanied him. Hanging around the stable door, he kept up his chatter, while sizing up the bottles heaped in the cart at his side. He even allowed himself to touch one or two in an absent way,

Starting point is 04:55:37 and was meditating an accidental upset of the whole collection when a woman he had not seen before thrust her head out of a rear window, shouting sharply, "'Leave those bottles alone! They're waiting for the old. clothesman. He pays us money for them." Sweetwater gaped and strolled away. He had used his eyes to purpose, and was quite assured that the bottle he wanted was not there. But the woman's words had given him his cue, and when later in the day a certain old Jew peddler went his rounds through

Starting point is 04:56:12 this portion of the city, a disreputable-looking fellow accompanied him, whom even the sharp landlady in Cuthbert Road would have failed to recognize as the same man who had occupied the snuggery the night before. He was many hours on the route, and had many new experiences with human nature, but he gained little else, and was considering with what words he should acknowledge his defeat at police headquarters, when he found himself again at the markets, and a minute later in the alley where the card stood, with the contents of which he had busied himself earlier in the day. He had followed the peddler here because he had followed him to every other back door in alley. But he was tired, and had small interest in the cart,

Starting point is 04:57:01 which looked quite undisturbed and in exactly the same condition as when he turned his back upon it in the morning. But when he drew nearer and began to lend a hand in removing the bottles to the wagon, he discovered that a bottle had been added to the pile and that this bottle bore the label which marked it as being one of the two which had been taken from the clap-house on the night of the murder end of chapter sixteen chapter seventeen part one of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libavox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter seventeen must i tell these things had i but died an hour before this chance i had lived a blessed time for from this instant there's nothing serious a mortality all is but toys renown and grace is dead the wine of life is drawn and the lease is left this vault to brag of macbeth the life is left this vault to brag of macbeth the lamp in the corner's room shone dully on the perturbed faces of three anxious men they had been talking earnestly and long but were now impatiently awaiting the appearance of a fourth party

Starting point is 04:58:36 as was shown by the glances which each threw from time to time towards the door leading into the main corridor the district attorney courted the light and sat where he would be the first first seen by anyone entering. He had nothing to hide, being entirely engrossed in his duty. Further back and rather behind the lamp than in front of it, stood or sat, as his restlessness prompted, Coroner Perry, the old friend of Amasa Cumberland, with whose son he had now to do. Behind him, and still further in the shadow, could be seen the quiet figure of Sweetwater. All counted the minutes, and all showed relief, the coroner by a loud sigh, when the door finally opened, and an officer appeared, followed by the lounging form of Adelaide's brother. Arthur Cumberland had come unwillingly, and his dissatisfaction did not improve his naturally heavy countenance. However, he brightened a little at the sight of the two men sitting at the table, and advancing him,

Starting point is 04:59:49 broke into speech before either of the two officials had planned their questions. I call this hard, he burst forth. My place is at home and at the bedside of my suffering sister, and you drag me down here at nine o'clock at night to answer questions about things of which I am completely ignorant. I've said all I have to say about the trouble which has come into my family, but if another repetition of the same things will help to come, convict that scoundrel who has broken up my home and made me the wretchedest dog alive,

Starting point is 05:00:26 then I'm ready to talk. So fire ahead, Dr. Perry, and let's be done with it. Sit down, replied the district attorney, gravely, with a gesture of dismissal to the officer. Mr. Cumberland, we have spared you up to this time for two very good reasons. You were in great trouble, and you appeared to be in the possession. of no testimony which could materially help us but matters have changed since you held conversation with dr parry on the day following your sister's disease you have laid that sister away the will which makes you an independent man for life has been read in your hearing you are in as much ease of mind as you can be while your remaining sister's life hangs trembling in the balance and more important still discoveries not made before the funeral have been made since rendering it very desirable for you to enter into particulars at this present moment which were not thought necessary then particulars what particulars don't you know enough as it is to hang the fellow wasn't he seen with his fingers on adelaide's throat what can i tell you that is any more damaging than that particular

Starting point is 05:01:47 The word seemed to irritate him beyond endurance. Never had he looked more unprepossessing or a less likely subject for sympathy than when he stumbled into the chair set for him by the district attorney. Arthur. The word had a supple ring. The coroner who uttered it, waited to watch its effect.

Starting point is 05:02:12 Seemingly it had none, after the first sullen glance thrown him by the young man and the corner side again, but this time softly, and as a prelude to the following speech. "'We can understand,' said he, why you should feel so strongly against one who has divided the hearts of your sisters and played with one, if not with both. Few men could feel differently.

Starting point is 05:02:41 You have reason for your enmity, and we excuse it, but you must not carry it to the point of open denunciation before the full evidence is in, and the fact of murder settled beyond all dispute. Whatever you may think, whatever we may think, it has not been so settled. There are missing links still to be supplied, and this is why we have summoned you here, and ask you to be patient and give the district attorney a little clearer account of what went on in your own house, before you broke up that evening, and went to your and your sister Adelaide to her death at the whispering pines. "'I don't know what you mean,' he brought his fist down on the table with each word.

Starting point is 05:03:30 "'Nothing went on, that is.' "'Something went on at dinner-time. It was not a usual meal,' put in the district attorney. "'You and your sisters—' "'Stop!' he was at that point of peasant. which dulls the most self-controlled to all sense of propriety don't talk to me about that dinner i want to forget that dinner i want to forget everything but two things i live for to see that fellow hanged and to the words choked him and he let his head fall but presently threw it up again that dasted who may god confound pass the letter across adelaide into carmel's hand he panted out i saw him but i didn't take it in i wasn't thinking i was who broke the glasses urged his relentless inquisitor

Starting point is 05:04:28 one at your plate one at carmel's and one at the head of the board where said your sister adelaide god must i tell these things he had started to his feet and his hand violently in all it did struck his forehead impuls as he uttered this exclamation. "'Have it then. Heaven knows I think of it enough not to be afraid to speak it out in words. Adelaide!' The name came with passion, but once uttered,

Starting point is 05:05:01 produced its own calming effect, so that he went on with more restrained. Adelaide never had much patience with me. She was a girl who only saw me one way. "'The right, the right, was what she dined into my ear, from the time I was a small boy and didn't know but that all youngsters were brought up by sisters. I grew to hate what she called the right. I wanted pleasure, a free time, and a good drink whenever the fancy took me.

Starting point is 05:05:32 You know what I am, Dr. Perry, and everybody in town knows, but the impulse which has always ruled me was not a downright evil one, or, if it was, I called it natural independence, and let it go at that. But Adelaide, suffered. I didn't understand it, and I didn't care a fig for it, but she did suffer. God forgive me! He stopped and mopped his forehead. Sweetwater moved a trifle on his seat, but the others, men who had passed the meridian of life, who had known temptations, possibly had succumbed to them from time to time, set like two statutes, one in full light, and the other in as dark shadow as he could find. that afternoon young cumberland presently resumed she was keyed up more than usual she loved rennaleigh damn him and he had played or was playing her falls she watched him with eyes that mad on me now when i think of them

Starting point is 05:06:36 she saw him look at carmel and she saw carmel look at him then her eyes fell on me i was angry angry at them all and i wanted a drink it was not her habit to have wine on the table but sometimes when ranelais was there she did she was a slave to rennallay and he could make her do whatever he wished just as he can make you and everybody else here he showed insolent glances at his two interlocutors one of whom changed color which happily he did not see ring the bell i ordered and have in the champagne I want to drink to your marriage and the happy days and prospect for us all. It was brutal and I knew it, but I was reckless and wild for the wine. So I guess was Renéley, for he smiled at her, and she rang for the champagne. When the glasses had been set beside each plate, she turned towards Carmel. We will all drink, she said, to my coming marriage.

Starting point is 05:07:45 This made Carmel turn pale, for Adelaide had never been known to drink a drop of liquor in her life. I felt a little queer myself, and not one of us spoke till the glasses were filled, and the maid had left the dining-room and shut the door. Then Adelaide rose. We will drink standing, said she, and never had I seen her look as she did then. I thought of my evil life when I should have been watching Ranelay, and when she lifted the glass to her lips and looked at me almost as earnestly as she did at ranelay but it was a different kind of earnestness i felt like-like well like the wretch i was and always had been possibly always will be she drank we wouldn't call it drinking for she just touched the wine with her lips but to her it was debauched she stood waiting with her

Starting point is 05:08:43 Then she stood waiting, with the strangest gleam in her eyes, while Renelay drained his glass and I drained mine. Renelay thought she wanted some sentiment and started to see something appropriate, but his eyes fell on Carmel, who had tried to drink and couldn't, and he bungled over his words, and at last came to a pause under the steady stare of Adelaide's eyes. "'Never mind, Elwood,' she said. i know what you would like to say but that's not what i am thinking of now i am thinking of my brother the boy who will soon be left to find his way through life without even the unwelcome restraint of my presence i want him to remember this day i want him to remember me as i stand here before him with this glass in my hand you see wine in it arthur but i see poison poison nothing else for

Starting point is 05:09:43 For one like you who cannot refuse a friend, cannot refuse your own longing. Never from this day on shall another bottle be opened under my roof. Carmel, you have grieved as well as I over that past four pleasure in this house. Do as I do, and may Arthur see and remember. Her fingers opened, the glass fell from her hand, and lay in broken fragments beside her plate. Carmel followed suit, and before I knew it, my own fingers had opened, and my own glass lay in pieces on the tablecloth beneath me. Only Renelay's hand remained steady. He did not choose to please her, or he was planning his perfidy, and had not caught her words or understood her action. She held her breath, watching that hand, and I can hear the gasp yet with which she saw him set his glass down.

Starting point is 05:10:41 quietly on the board. That's the story of those three broken glasses. If she had not died that night, I should be laughing at them now. But she did die, and I don't laugh. I curse, curse her recreant lover, and sometimes myself. Do you want anything more of me? I'm eager to be gone if you don't. The district attorney sought out and lifted a paper from the others lying on the desk before him. It was the first movement he had made since Cumberland began his tail. "'I'm sorry,' said he, with a rapid examination of the paper in his hand, but I shall have to detain you a few minutes longer. What happened after the dinner? Where did you go from the table?' "'I went to my room to smoke. I was upset and thirsty as a fish.'

Starting point is 05:11:38 "'Have you liquor in your room?' sometimes did you have any that night not a drop i didn't dare i wanted that champagne bottle but adelaide had been too quick for me it was thrown out wasted i do believe wasted so you did not drink you only smoked in your room smoked one cigar that was all then i went down town his tone had grown sulky the emotion which had buoyed him up till now seemed suddenly to have left him with it went the fire from his eye the quiver from his lip and it is necessary to add everything else calculated to awaken sympathy he was simply sullen now may i ask by which door you left the house the side door the one i always take what overcoat did you wear i don't remember the first one i came to i suppose but you can surely tell us what hat they expected a violent reply and they got it no i can't What has my hat got to do with the guilt of Elwood Rennelly? Nothing, we hope, was the imperturbable answer,

Starting point is 05:13:04 but we find it necessary to establish absolutely just what overcoat and what hat you wore down straight that night. I've told you that I don't remember. The young man's colour was rising. Are not these the ones? queried the district attorney, making a sign to sweet who immediately stepped forward with a shabby old ulster over his arm and a battered derby in his hand the young man started rose then sat again shouting out with angry emphasis no yet you recognized these why shouldn't i they're mine only i don't wear them any more they're done for you must have rooted them out from some closet

Starting point is 05:13:55 We did. Perhaps you can tell us what closet? I? No. What do I know about my old clothes? I leave that to the women. The slight faltering observable in the latter word conveyed nothing to these men. Mr. Cumberland, the district attorney was very serious. This hat and this coat, old as they are, were worn into town from your house that night. This we know absolutely. We can even trace them to the clubhouse. Mechanically, not spontaneously this time, the young man rose to his feet, staring first at the man who had uttered these words, then at the garments which Sweetwater still held in view. No anger now. He was too deeply shaken for that, too shaken to answer at once.

Starting point is 05:14:55 to shake and to be quite the master of his own faculties. But he rallied after an interval during which these three men devoured his face, each under his own special anxiety, and read there possibly what each least wanted to say. I don't know anything about it, were the words with which Arthur Cumberland sought to escape from the net which had been thus deftly cast about him. i didn't wear these things anybody can tell you what clothes i came home in ranelay may have borrowed ranelay wore his own coat and hat we will let the subject of apparel drop and come to a topic on which you may be better qualified to speak

Starting point is 05:15:42 mr cumberland you have told us that you didn't know at the time and can't remember now where you spent that night and most of the next morning all you can remember is that it was in some place where they let you drink all that you wished and leave when the fancy took you and not before it was none of your usual haunts this seemed strange to your friends at the time but it is easier for us to understand now that you have told us what had occurred at your own's what had occurred at your own's time-the-time but it is easier for us to understand now that you have told us what had occurred at your home table. You dreaded to have your sister know how soon you could escape the influence of that moment. You wished to drink your fill and leave your family none the wiser. Am I not right? Yes, it's plain enough, isn't it? Why harp on that string? Don't you see that it maddens me? Do you want to drive me to drink again?' The coroner interposed. He had been very willing to leave the book. burden of this painful inquiry to the man who had no personal feelings to contend with but at this indignant cry he started forward and with an air of fatherly persuasion remarked kindly

Starting point is 05:16:56 you mustn't mind the official tone or the official persistence there is reason for all that mr fox says answer him frankly and this inquiry will terminate speedily we have no wish to hurry you only to get at the truth. The truth? I thought you had that part enough. The truth? The truth? The truth about what? Ranelay or me? I should think it was about me, from the kind of questions you ask. It is just now, resumed the district attorney, as his colleague drew back out of sight once more. You cannot remember the saloon in which you drank. That's possible enough, but perhaps you can remember what they gave you. Was it whiskey, rum, absent, or what? The question took his irritable listener by surprise. Arthur gasped and tried to steal some comfort from Coroner Perry's

Starting point is 05:17:57 eye. But that old friend's face was too much in shadow, and the young man was forced to meet the district attorney's eye instead and answer the district attorney's question. I drank— absent he cried at last from this bottle queried the other motioning again to sweetwater who now brought forward the bottle he had picked up in cuthbert road arthur cumberland glanced at the bottle the detective held up saw the label saw the shape and sank limply in his chair his eyes starting his jaw falling end of chapter seventeen part one chapter seventeen part two of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this liby box recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter seventeen part two where did you get that he asked pulling himself together with the sudden desperate self-possession that caused sweetwater to cast a quick significant glance at the corner as he withdrew from his corner, leaving the bottle on the table. That, answered the district attorney, was picked up at a small hotel on Cuthbert Road, just back of the

Starting point is 05:19:33 markets. I don't know the place. It's not far from the whispering pines. In fact, you can see the clubhouse from the front door of this hotel. I don't know the place I tell you. It's not a high-class resort, not select enough by a long shot, to have this brand of liquor in its cellar. They tell me that this is a very choice quality, that very few private families even indulge in it, that there were only two bottles of it left in the clubhouse when the inventory was last taken,

Starting point is 05:20:10 and that those two bottles are now gone, and that— This is one of them. Is that what you want to say? Well, it may be for all I know. I didn't carry it there. I didn't have the drinking of it. We have seen the man and woman who keep that hotel. They will talk if they have to.

Starting point is 05:20:34 They will. His dogged self-possession rather astonished them. Well, that ought to please you. I have nothing to do with the matter. A change had taken place in him. The irritability approaching to violence, which had attended every speech and infused itself into every movement since he came into the room, had left him. He spoke quietly, and with a touch of irony in his tone. He seemed more the man, but not a wit more pre-processing, and, if anything, less calculated to inspire confidence.

Starting point is 05:21:12 The district attorney showed that he was baffled, and Dr. Perry moved uneasily in his seat, until Sweetwater, coming forward, took up the queue and spoke for the first time since young Cumberland entered the room. "'Then I have no doubt you will do us this favour,' he volunteered, in his pleasantest manner. "'It's not a long walk from here. Will you go there in my company, with your coat-collar pulled up, and your hat will down over your eyes, and ask for Satan the snuggery, and show them this bottle. They won't know that it's empty. The man is sharp and the woman intelligent. They will say that you are a stranger, and admit you readily. They are only shy of one man, the man who drank there on the night of your sister's murder. "'You're a—' he began, with the touch of his old.

Starting point is 05:22:12 violence, but realizing perhaps that his fingers were in a trap, he modified his manner again, and continued more quietly. This is an order request to make. I began to feel as if my word were doubted here, as if my feelings and reckless confession of the beastly way in which I spent that night were making you feel that I have no good in me, and I am at once a liar and a sneak. I am not. I won't go with you to that low-drinking hell unless you make me, but I'll swear. Don't swear. It is unnecessary to say who spoke.

Starting point is 05:22:51 We wouldn't believe you, and it would be only adding perjury to the rest. You wouldn't believe me? No, we have reasons, my boy. There were two bottles. Well? The other has been found nearer your home. that's a trick you're all up to tricks not in this case arthur let me entreat you in memory of your father to be candid with us we have arrested a man he denies his guilt but can produce no witnesses in support of his assertions yet such witnesses may exist indeed we think that one such does exist the man who took the bottles from the clap-house's wine vault did so

Starting point is 05:23:42 within a few minutes of the time when this crime was perpetrated on your sister. He should be able to give valuable testimony for or against Elwood Renéley. Now you can see why we are in search of this witness and why we think you can serve us in this secret and extraordinary matter. If you can't say so, and we will desist from all further questions. But this will not help you. It will only show that, in our opinion, you have gained the rights of a man, suspected of something more than shirking his

Starting point is 05:24:18 duty as an unknown and hitherto unsuspected witness. This is awful. Young Cumberland had risen to his feet, and was swaying to and fro before them like a man struck between the eyes by some maddening blow. God! If I had only died that night! He muttered, with his eyes upon the floor. and every muscle tends with the shock of this last calamity. Dr. Perry, he moaned suddenly, stretching out one hand in entreaty,

Starting point is 05:24:53 and clutching at the table for support with the other. Let me go for tonight. Let me think. My brain is all in a whirl. I'll try to answer to-morrow. But even as he spoke he realized the futility of this request. His eyes had fallen again on the bottle, and in its shape and tell-tale label he beheld a witness bound to testify against him if he kept silent himself. "'Don't answer,' he went on, holding fast to the table, but letting his other hand fall.

Starting point is 05:25:29 "'I was always a fool. I'm nothing but a fool now. I may as well own the truth and be done with it. I was in the clubhouse. I did rob the wine vault. I did carry off the bottles to have a quiet spree, and it was to some place on Cuthbert Road I went. But when I've admitted so much, I've admitted all. I saw nothing of my sister's murder, saw nothing of what went on in the rooms upstairs. I crept in by the open window at the top of the kitchen stairs, and I came out by the same. i only wanted the liquor and when i got it i slid out as quietly as i could and made my way over the golf links to the road wiping the sweat from his brow he stood trembling there was something in the silence surrounding him which seemed to go to his heart for his free right hand rose unconsciously to his breast and clung there sweetwater began to wish himself a million of miles away from this scene this was not the enjoyable part of his work this was the part from which he always shrunk with overpowering distaste the district attorney's voice sounded thin almost piercing as he made this remark you entered by an open window why didn't you go in by the door i hadn't the key i had only abstracted the one which opens the wine vault the rest i left on the ring it was the sight of this key lying on our whole table which first gave me the idea i feel like a cat when i think of it but that's of no account now all i really care about is for you to believe what i tell you i wasn't mixed up in that matter of my sister's death i didn't know about it i wish i'd wish i'd

Starting point is 05:27:33 I had. Adelaide might have been saved. We might have all been saved. But it was not to be. Flushed, he slowly sank back into his seat. No complaint now, of being in a hurry, or of his anxiety to regain his sixth sister's bad side. He seemed to have forgotten those fears in the perturbations of the moment. His mind and interest were here. Everything else had garreted. own dim with distance. Did you try the front door? What was the use? I knew it to be locked. What was the use of trying the window? Wasn't it also presumably locked? The red mounted hot and feverish to his cheek. You'll think me no better than a street urchin or something worse, he exclaimed. I knew that window. I had been through it.

Starting point is 05:28:33 before. You can move that lock with your knife-blade. I had calculated on entering that way. Mr. Renelais's story receives confirmation, commented the district attorney, wheeling suddenly towards the corner. He says that he found this window unlocked when he approached it with the idea of escaping that way. Arthur Cumberland remained unmoved. The district attorney wheeled back. there were a number of bottles taken from the wine vault some half-dozen were left on the kitchen table why did you trouble yourself to carry up so many because my greed outran my convenience i thought i could lung away an armful but there are limits to one's ability i realized this when i remembered how far i had to go and so left the greater part of them behind why when you had a team ready to carry you a i had no team but the denial cost him something his cheek lost its rudiness and took on a sickly white which did not leave it again as long as the interview lasted you had no team how then did you manage to reach home in time to make your way back to cuthbert road by half-past eleven

Starting point is 05:30:01 I didn't go home. I went straight across the golf links. If fresh snow hadn't fallen, you would have seen my tracks all the way to Cuthbert Road. If fresh snow had not fallen, we should have known the whole story of that night before an hour had passed. How did you carry those bottles? In my overcoat pockets, these pockets, he blurted out, clapping his hands on either side of him. Had it begun to snow when you left the clubhouse? No. Was it dark?

Starting point is 05:30:42 I guess not. The lynx were bright as day, or I shouldn't have got over them as quickly as I did. Quickly? How quickly? The district attorney stole a glance at the corner, which made Sweetwater advance a step from his corner. I don't know. I don't understand these questions, was the sullen reply. You walked quickly. Does that mean you didn't look back? How look back?

Starting point is 05:31:14 Your sister lit a candle in the small room where her coat was found. This light should have been visible from the golf links. I didn't see any light. He was almost rough in these answers. He was showing himself now at his very worst. A few more questions followed, but they were of minor import, and aroused less violent feeling. The serious portion of the examination, if thus it might be called, was over, and the parties showed the reaction which follows an unnatural restraint or subdued excitement. The coroner glanced meaningly at the district attorney, who, tapping with his fingers on the table hesitated for a moment before he finally turned again upon arthur cumberland you wish to return to your sister you are at liberty to do so i will trouble you no more to-night your sleigh is at the door i presume the young man nodded then rising slowly looked first at the district tourney then at the corner with a glance of searching inquiry which did not escape the

Starting point is 05:32:31 the watchful eye of Sweetwater, lurking in the rear. There was no display of anger, scarcely of impatience in him now. If he spoke, they did not hear him, and when he moved, it was heavily and with a drooping head. They watched him go, each as silent as he. The coroner tried to speak, but succeeded no better than the boy himself. When the door opened under his hand, they all all showed relief, but were startled back into their former attention by his turning suddenly in the doorway with his final remark. "'What did you say about a bottle with his special label on it being found at our house?' "'It never was, or if it was, some fellow has been playing you a trick.

Starting point is 05:33:22 I carried off those two bottles myself. One you see there, the other is—' "'I can't tell where, but I didn't take it. at home. That you can bet on. One more look, followed by a heavy frown and a low growling sound in his throat, which may have been his way of saying good-bye, and he was gone. Sweetwater came forward and shut the door, then the three men drew more closely together, and the district attorney remarked, "'He is better at the house. I hadn't the heart on your account, Dr. Perry, to hurry matters faster than necessity compels what a lout he is pardon me but what a lout he is to have had two such uncommon and attractive sisters

Starting point is 05:34:16 and such a father interposed the coroner just so and such a father sweetwater hey what's the matter you don't look satisfied didn't i cover the ground "'Fully, sir, so far as I can see now, but—' "'Well, well, out with it.' "'I don't know what to out with. It's all right, but—' "'I guess I'm a fool or tired or something. Can I do anything more for you? If not I should like to hunt up a bunk. A night's sleep will make a man of me again. Go, then. That is, if Dr. Perry has no orders for you. None. I want my sleep, too. But Dr. Perry had not the aspect of one who expects to get it.

Starting point is 05:35:09 Sweetwater brightened. A few more words, some understanding as to the morrow, and he was gone. The district attorney and the coroner still sat, but very little passed between them. The clock overhead struck the hour, both looked up but neither moved. Another fifteen minutes, then the telephone rang. The coroner rose and lifted the receiver. The message could be heard by both gentlemen in the extreme quiet of this midnight hour. Dr. Perry? Yes, I'm listening.

Starting point is 05:35:47 He came in at a quarter to twelve, greatly agitated and very white. I ran upon him in the lower hall, and he looked angry enough to knock me down, but he simply let out a curse and passed straight up to his sister's room i waited till he came out then i managed to get hold of the nurse and she told me this queer tale he was all in a tremble when he came in but she declares he had not been drinking he went immediately to the bedside but his sister was asleep and he didn't stay there but went over where the nurse was and began to hang about her till suddenly she felt a twitch at her side and looking quickly saw the little book she carries there falling back into place he had lifted it and probably read what she had written in it during his absence she was displeased but he laughed when he saw that he had been caught and said boldly you are keeping a record of my sister's ravings well i think i'm as interested in them as you are and have as much right to read as you have to write

Starting point is 05:36:58 thank god they are innocent enough even you must acknowledge that she made no answer for they were innocent enough but she'll keep the book away from him after this of that you must acknowledge that she made no answer for they were innocent enough but she'll keep the book away from him after this Of that you may be sure. And what is he doing now? Is he going into his room to-night? No. He went there but only to bring out his pillows. He will sleep in the alcove. Drink?

Starting point is 05:37:26 No, not a drop. He has ordered the whiskey locked up. I hear him moaning sometimes to himself as if he missed it awfully, but not a thimbleful has left the decanter. Good night, Hexford. good night you heard this to the district attorney every word both went for their overcoats only on leaving did they speak again and then it was to say at ten o'clock to-morrow morning at ten o'clock and of chapter seventeen chapter eighteen of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libavox according is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter eighteen on it was written can this avail thee look to it prometheus bound the district attorney was right sweetwater was not happy his night's rest had not benefited him

Starting point is 05:38:41 he had seemed natural enough when he first appeared at the coroner's office in the early morning and equally natural all through the lengthy conference which followed but a half-hour later any one who knew him well any of his fellow detectives in new york especially mr grace who had almost fathered him since he came among them a raw and inexperienced recruit would have seen at first glance that his spirits were no longer at and that the cheer he displayed in manner and look was entirely assumed and likely to disappear as soon as he found himself alone and did so disappear when at two o'clock he entered the clubhouse grounds it was without buoyancy or any of the natural animation with which he usually went about his work each step seemed weighted with thought or at least heavy with inner dissatisfactory but his eye was as keen as ever and he began to use that eye from the moment he passed the gates what was in his mind was he hunting for new clues or was he merely seeking to establish the old the officers on guard knew him by this time and let him pass hither thither and where he would unmolested he walked up and down the driveways peering continuing at the well-trodden snow. He studied the spaces between,

Starting point is 05:40:17 he sauntered to the rear, and looked out over the golf links. Then he began to study the ground in this direction, as he had already studied it in front. The few mutterings which left his lips continued to speak of discontent. If I had only had Clark's chants, or even hexfords,

Starting point is 05:40:38 was among his complaints. But what can be the same? can I hope now? This snow has been trampled till it is one solid cake of ice to the very edge of the golf links. Beyond that, the distance is too great from my mute inspection. Yet it will have to be gone over, inch by inch, before I shall feel satisfied. I must know how much of his story is to be believed, and how much of it we can safely set aside. He ended by wandering down on the golf links. Taking out his watch, he satisfied himself that he had time for an experiment,

Starting point is 05:41:18 and immediately started for Cuthbert Road. An hour later, he came wandering back, on a different line. He looked soured, disappointed. When near the building again, he cast his eye over its rear, and gazed long and earnestly at the window which had been pointed out to him as the one from which a possible light had shone forth that night there were no trees on this side of the house only vines but the vines were bare of leaves and offered no obstruction to his view if there had been a light in that window any one leaving this house by the rear would have seen it unless he had been drunk or a fool muttered sweetwater incontemptious comment to himself arthur combelein's story is one lie i'll take the district attorney's suggestion and return to new york to-night my work here is done yet he hung about the links for a long time and finally ended by entering the house and taking up his stand beneath the long narrow window of the closet overlooking the golf links

Starting point is 05:42:33 with chin resting on his arms he stared out over the sill and sought from the space before him and from the intricacies of his own mind the hint he lacked to make this present solution of the case satisfactory to all his instincts. Something is lacking. Thus he blurted out after a look behind him in the adjoining room of death. I can't say what, nor can I explain my own unrest, or my disinclination to leave this spot. The district attorney is satisfied, and so, I'm afraid, is the coroner. But I'm not, and I feel as guilty.

Starting point is 05:43:15 Here he threw open the window for air, and, thrusting his head out, glanced over the links, then a side at the pines, showing beyond the line of the house on the southern end, and then out of mere idleness, down at the ground beneath him. As guilty, he went on, as Renelay appears to be, and someone really is. I— Starting, he leaned farther out. What was that he saw in the vine? not on the snow of the ground, but halfway up in the tangle of small branches clinging close to the stone of the lower story, just beneath this window. He would see, something that glistened, something that could only have got there by falling from this window.

Starting point is 05:44:06 Could he reach it? No, he would have to climb up from below to do that. Well, that was easy enough. With a thought, he rushed from the room. in another minute he was beneath the window, had climbed, pulled, pushed his way up, had found the little pocket of nettle divines observable from above, had thrust in his fingers, and worked a small object out, had looked at it, uttered an exclamation curious in its mixture of suppressed emotions,

Starting point is 05:44:39 and let himself down again into the midst of the two or three men, who had centred the adventure and hastened to be, witnesses of its outcome. A file, he exclaimed, an empty file, but, holding the little bottle up between his thumb and forefinger, he turned it slowly about until the label faced them. On it was written one word, but it was a word which invariably carries alarm with it. That word was poison. Sweetwater did not return to New York that night.

Starting point is 05:45:17 End of Chapter 18. Chapter 19 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Libelvox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Carolyn Chapter 19 It's not what you will find. I am not mad. I would to have an I were.

Starting point is 05:45:45 For then, tis like I should forget myself. Oh, if I could, what grief should I forget? preach some philosophy to make me mad for being not mad but sensible in grief my reasonable part produces reason how i may be delivered of these woes king john i regret to disturb you arthur but my business is of great importance and should be made known to you at once this i say as a friend i might have waited for the report to have reached you from hearsay or through the evening papers, but I prefer to be the one to tell you. You can understand why. Sullen and unmolyified, the young man thus addressed, eyed, apprehensively, his father's old friend, placed so unfortunately in his regard, and morosely exclaimed,

Starting point is 05:46:46 "'Out with it! I'm a poor hand at guessing. What has happened now?' a discovery a somewhat serious one i fear at least it will force the police to new action your sister may not have died entirely from strangulation other causes may have been at work now what do you mean by that arthur cumberland was under his own roof and in presence of one who should have inspired his respect but he made no effort to her own to hide the fury which these words called up. I should like to know what devil-tree is in your minds now. Am I never to have peace? Peace and tragedy do not often run together. Came in the mild tones of his would-be friend.

Starting point is 05:47:41 A great crime has taken place. All the members of this family are involved, to say nothing of the man who lies now under the odium of suspicion in our common county jail. Peace can only come with a complete clearing up of this crime and the punishment of the guilty. But the clearing up must antidate the punishment. Mr. Renle's assertion that he found Miss Cumberland dead when he approached her may not be, as so many believe, the reckless denial of a criminal disturbed in his act.

Starting point is 05:48:17 It may have had a basis in fact. I don't believe it. will make me believe it, stormed the other, jumping up and wildly pacing the drawing-room floor. It is all a scheme for saving the most popular man in society. Society, that for society! He shouted out, snapping his fingers. He is president of the club, the pet of women, the admired of all the adults and gawks who are taken with his style, his easy laughter, and his neck at getting at man's hearts. He won't laugh so easily when he's up before a jury for murder, and he'll

Starting point is 05:48:59 never again fool women or bulldoze men, even if they are weak enough to acquit him of his crime. Enough of the smirch will stick to prevent that. If it doesn't, I'll—' Again his hands went out in the horribly suggestive way they had done at his sister's funeral. The coroner said upheld, confused, almost distracted between his doubts, his convictions, his sympathy for the man, and his recoil from the passions he would be only too ready to pardon if he could feel quite sure of their real route and motive. Cumberland may have felt the other's silence, or he may have realized the imprudence of his own fury, for he dropped his hands with an impatient sigh, and blurted out, "'But you haven't told me your discovery. "'It seems to me it is a little late to make discoveries now.'

Starting point is 05:49:56 "'This was brought about by the persistence of Sweetwater. "'He seems to have an instinct for things. "'He was leaning out of the window at the rear of the clap-house, "'the window of that small room where your sister's coat was found, "'and he saw, caught in the vines beneath a—' "'Why don't you? Don't you speak out? I cannot tell what you found unless you name it. A little bottle, an apothecary's file. It was labeled poison, and it came from this house.

Starting point is 05:50:35 Arthur Cumberland reeled, then he caught himself up and stood, staring with a very obvious intent of getting a grip on himself before he spoke. The coroner waited, a slight flush deepening on his cheek. How do you know that file came from this house? Dr. Perry looked up, astonished. He was prepared for the most frantic ablitions of wrath, for violence even, or for dull, stupid, blank silence. But this calm, quiet questioning of fact took him by surprise. He dropped his anxious,

Starting point is 05:51:15 look and replied, "'It has been seen on the shelves by more than one of your servants. Your sister kept it with her medicines, and the druggist with whom you deal remember selling it some time ago to a member of your family.' "'Which member? I don't believe this story. I don't believe any of your—' He was fast verging on violence now. "'You will have to Arthur. Facts are facts,

Starting point is 05:51:44 and we cannot go against them. The person who bought it was yourself. Perhaps you can recall the circumstance now. I cannot. He did not seem to be quite master of himself. I don't know half the things I do, at least. I didn't use to. But what are you coming to?

Starting point is 05:52:05 What's in your mind and what are your intentions? Something to shame us further, I have no doubt. You're soft unrenelagh, and don't care how I'm. I feel, or how Camel will feel when she comes to herself. Poor girl! Are you going to call it suicide? You can't with those marks on her throat. We're going to carry out our investigations to the full.

Starting point is 05:52:30 We're going to hold the autopsy, which we didn't think necessary before. That's why I'm here, Arthur. I thought it you're due to know our intentions in regard to this matter. If you wish to be present, you have only to say so. if you do not you may trust me to remember that she was your father's daughter as well as my own highly esteemed friend shaken to the core the young man sat down amid innumerable tokens of the two near if not dear once just mentioned and for a moment had nothing to say gone was his violence gone his self-assertion and his insolent captious attitude towards his visitor the net had been drawn too tightly or the blow fallen too heavily he was no longer a man struggling with his misery but a boy on whom had fallen a man's responsibilities sufferings and cares my duty is here he said at last i cannot leave carmel the autopsy will take place to-morrow how is carmel to-day no better the words came with a shudder

Starting point is 05:53:48 doctor i've been a brute to you i am a brute i have misused my life and have no strength with which to meet trouble what you propose to do with with adelaide is horrible to me i didn't love her much while she was living i broke her heart and shamed her from morning till night every day of her life but good for nothing as i am and good for nothing as i've always been if i could save her body this last humiliation, I would willingly die right here and now and be done with it. Must this autopsy take place? It must. Then he raised his arm, the blood swept up, dying his cheeks, his brow, his very neck, a vivid scarlet. Tell them to lock up every bottle the households, or I cannot answer for myself. I should like to drink and drink.

Starting point is 05:54:48 till I knew nothing, cared for nothing, was a madman or a beast. "'You will not drink,' the coroner's voice rang deep. He was greatly moved. "'You will not drink, and you will come to the office at five o'clock tomorrow. We may have only good news to impart. We may find nothing to complicate the situation.' Arthur Cumberland shook his head. "'It's not what you will find,' said he. he, and stopped, biting his lips and looking down. The coroner uttered a few words of consolation forced from him by the painfulness of the situation.

Starting point is 05:55:31 The young man did not seem to hear them. The only sign of life he gave was to rush away the moment the coroner had taken his leave and regain his seat within sight and hearing of his still unconscious sister. As he did so, these words came to his ears through the door which separated them. "'Flowers! I smell flowers. Lila! You always loved flowers, but I never saw your hands so full of them.'

Starting point is 05:56:03 Arthur uttered a sharp cry, then, bowing his face upon his arms, he broke into sobs which shook the table where he sat. Twenty-four hours later, in the coroner's office, sat an anxious grin. discussing the great case and the possible revelations awaiting them the district attorney mr clifton the chief of police and one or two others among them sweetwater made up the group and carried on the conversation dr perry only was absent he had undertaken to make the autopsy and had been absent for this purpose several hours five o'clock had struck and they were momentarily looking for his reappearance, but when the door opened, as it did at this time, it was to admit young Cumberland, whose white face and shaking limbs

Starting point is 05:57:01 betrayed his suspense and nervous anxiety. He was welcomed coldly, but not impolitely, and sat down in very much the same place he had occupied during his last visit, but in a very different and much more quiet state of mind. mind. To Sweetwater, his aspect was one of despair, but he made no remark upon it, only kept all his senses alert for the coming moment, of so much importance to them all. But even he failed to guess how important, until the door opened again, and the coroner appeared, looking not so much depressed as stunned. Picking out Arthur from the group, he advanced towards him with some common place remark, but desisted suddenly, and turned upon the others instead. "'I have finished the autopsy,' said he.

Starting point is 05:58:00 "'I knew just what poison the file had held, and lost no time on my tests. A minute portion of this drug, which is dangerous only in large quantities, was found in the stomach of the deceased, but not enough to cause serious trouble, and she died, as we had already decided from the effect of the murderous clutch upon her throat. But, he went on Stoneley, as young Cumberland moved, and showed signs of breaking in with one of his violent invectives against the supposed assassin. I made another discovery of still greater purport. When we lifted the body out of its resting-place, something beside withered flowers slid from

Starting point is 05:58:48 her breast and fell at our feet. The ring, gentlemen, the ring which Renéley says was missing from her hand when he came upon her, and which certainly was not on her finger when she was laid in the casket, rolled to the floor when we moved her. Here it is. There is one person here, at least, who can identify it. But I do not ask that person to speak. That we may well spare him.

Starting point is 05:59:18 He laid the ring on the table, not too near Arthur, not within reach of his hand, but close enough for him to see it. Then he sat down and hit his face in his hands. The last few days had told on him, He looked older by ten years than he had at the beginning of the month. The silence which followed these words and this action was memorable to everybody they're concerned. Some had seen, and all had heard of young Cumberland's desperate interruption of the funeral, and the way his hand had invaded the flowers which the children had cast in upon her breast. As the picture, Reelor fancied, rose before their eyes,

Starting point is 06:00:06 one man rose and left his place at the table, then another, and presently another. even Charles Clifton drew back. The district attorney remained where he was, and so did young Cumberland. The letter had reached out his hand, but he had not touched the ring, and he said thus, frozen. What went on in his heart no men there could guess, and he did not enlighten them. When at last he looked up, it was with a dazed air and an almost humble mean. Providence has me this time, he muttered. I don't understand these mysteries.

Starting point is 06:00:51 You will have to deal with them as you think best. His eyes, still glued to the jewel, dilated and filled with fierce light as he said this. Damn the ring, and damn the man who gave it to her. However it came into her casket, he's at the bottom of the business, just as he was at the bottom of her. death. If you think anything else, you will think a lie.

Starting point is 06:01:19 Turning away, he made for the door. There was in his manner, desperation approaching to bravado, but no man made the least effort to detain him. Not till he was well out of the room did anyone move. Then the district attorney raised his finger, and Arthur Cumberland did not write back to his home alone. end of chapter nineteen chapter twenty of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libe-box recording is in the public domain recording by caroline book three hidden surprises chapter twenty he or you there is no third a heavy summons lies like lead upon me and yet i would not sleep merciful powers restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose macbeth for several days i had been ill they were merciful days to me since i was far too weak for thought then there came a period of conscious rest then renewed interest in life and my own fate and reputation what had happened during this interval

Starting point is 06:02:49 i had confused memory of having seen clifton's face at my bedside but i was sure that no words had passed between us when would he come again when should i hear about carmel and whether she were yet alive or mercifully dead like her sister i might read the papers but they had been carefully kept from me not one was in sight the nurse would undoubtedly give me-the nurse would undoubtedly give me the information I desired, but, kind as she had been, I dreaded to consult a stranger about matters which involved my very existence and every remaining hope. Yet I must know, for I could not help thinking now, and I dreaded to think amiss, and pall up misery for myself when I needed support and consolation. I would risk one question, but no more. i would ask about the inquest had it been held if she said yes ah if she said yes i should know that carmel was dead and the news coming thus would kill me

Starting point is 06:04:04 so i asked nothing and was lying in a sufficiently feverish condition when the doctor came in saw my state and thinking to cheer me up remarked bluntly "'You are well enough this morning to hear good news. "'Did you recognize the room you are in?' "'I am in the hospital, am I not?' "'Hardly. You are in one of Mr. O'Hagan's own rooms.' "'Mr. O'Hagan was the headkeeper. "'You are detained now simply as a witness.' "'I was struck to the heart, terrified in an instant.'

Starting point is 06:04:46 "'What? Why? What has happened?' happened, I questioned rapidly, half starting up, then falling back on my pillow under his astonished eye. Nothing, he perried, seeing his mistake and resorting to the soothing process. They simply have had time to think. You're not the sort of man from which criminals are made. That's nonsense, I retorted, reckless of his opinion, and mad to know the truth. yet shrinking horribly from it criminals are made from all kinds of man neither are the police so philosophical something has occurred but don't tell me i protested inconsistently as he opened his lips sent for mr clifton he is my friend i can better bear

Starting point is 06:05:39 here he is said the doctor as the door softly opened under the nurse's careful hand i looked up saw Charles's faithful face and stretched out my hand without speaking. Never had I needed a friend more, and never had I been more constrained in my greeting. I feared to show my real heart, my real fears, my real reason for not hailing my release, as everyone evidently expected me to. With a gesture to the nurse, the doctor tiptoed out, muttering to Clifton as he passed, some words of warning or casual instruction. The nurse followed, and Clifton, coming forward, took a seat at my side.

Starting point is 06:06:29 He was cheerful, but not too cheerful, and the air of slight constraint which tinged his manner, as much as it did mine, did not escape me. "'Well, old fellow,' he began, "'my hand went up an entreaty. "'Tell me why they have withdrawn their own. suspicions. I've heard nothing, read nothing for days. I don't understand this move. For reply, he laid his hand on mine. Your stanch, he began. You have my regard, I would. Not many men would have stood the record and sacrificed themselves as you have done.

Starting point is 06:07:11 The fact is recognized now, and your motive. I must have turned very white, for his stopped and sprang to his feet, searching for some restorative. I felt the need of blinding him to my condition. With an effort, which shook me from head to foot, I lifted myself from the depths into which his words had plunged me, and after fighting for self-control, faltered forth feebly enough.

Starting point is 06:07:42 Don't be frightened. I'm all right again. I guess I'm not very strong yet. "'Sit down I don't need anything.' He turned and surveyed me carefully, and finding my colour restored, seated himself, and proceeded more circumspectly. "'Perhaps I had better wait till to-morrow before I satisfy your curiosity,' said he.

Starting point is 06:08:08 "'And leave me to imagine all sorts of horrors. No, tell me at once. Has anything happened at the Cumberland's?' Yes, what you feared has happened. No, no, Carmel is not dead. Did you think I meant that? Forgive me. I should have remembered that you had other causes for anxiety

Starting point is 06:08:30 than the one weighing on our minds. She's holding her own, just holding it, but that is something in one so young and naturally healthy. I could say that I baffled him. It could not be helped. I did not dare to utter the question with which my whole soul was full. I could only look my entreaty. He misunderstood it, as was natural enough.

Starting point is 06:09:00 She does not know yet what is in store for her, were his words, and I could only lie still, and look at him helplessly, and try not to show the despair that was sinking me deeper and deeper into semi-unconsciousness. When she comes to herself, she will have to be told. But you will be on your feet, then, and will be allowed, no doubt, to soften the blow for her by your comfort and counsel. The fact that it must have been you, if not he. He! Did I shout it, or was to shout simply in my own mind?

Starting point is 06:09:38 I trembled as I rose on my elbow. I surged his face in terror of my self-betrayal. but his showed only compassion and an eager desire to clear the air between us by telling me the exact facts yes arthur his guilt has not been proven he has not even been remanded the sister's case is too pitiful and coroner perry too soft-hearted where any of the family is involved but no one doubts his guilt and he does not deny it himself you know probably no one better that he cannot very consistently do this in face of the evidence accumulated against him evidence stronger in many regards than that accumulated against yourself the ungrateful boy the-the pardon me i don't often indulge in invectives against unhappy men who have their punishment before them but i was thinking of you and what you have you have had been for them but i was thinking of you and what you have suffered in this jail where you have not belonged no not for a day don't think of me the words came with a gasp i was never so hard put to it not when i first realized that i had been seen with my fingers on adelaide's throat arthur a boby and a boarer but certainly not the slayer of his sister

Starting point is 06:11:08 unless i had been warfully mistaken in all that had taken place in that club-house previous to my entrance into it on that fatal night as i caught clifton's eye fixed upon me i repeated though with More self-control, I hope. Don't think of me. I'm not thinking of myself. You speak of evidence. What evidence? Give me details. Don't you see that I'm burning with curiosity?

Starting point is 06:11:38 I shan't be myself till I hear. This alarmed him. It's a risk, said he. The doctor told me to be careful not to excite you too much. But suspense is always more intolerable than certainty. and you have heard too much to be left in ignorance of the rest yes yes i agreed feverishly pressing his hand it all came about through you he blundered on you told me of the fellow you saw riding away from the whispering pines at the time you entered the grounds i passed this story on to a corner and he to a new york detective they have put on this case he and arthur's own surly nature did the rest i cringed where i lay this was my work the person who drove out of the klephaus grounds while i stood in the klephaus hall was carmel

Starting point is 06:12:37 and the clue i had given instead of baffling and confusing them had led directly to arthur seeing nothing peculiar or at all events giving no evidence of having noted anything peculiar in my movement, Clifton went evenly on, pouring into my astonished airs the whole long story of this detective's investigations. I heard of his visit at the Mechanic's cottage, and of the identification of the hat marked by Eliza Simmons's flowery thumb, with an old one of Arthur's, fished out from one of the cumble in closets. Then, as I lay dumb, in my secret dismay and perturbation,

Starting point is 06:13:23 of Arthur's acknowledged a visit to the clubhouse and his abstraction of the bottles, which, to all minds save my own, perhaps, connected him directly and well-nigh unmistakably with the crime. The finger of God, nothing else. Such coincidences cannot be natural, was my thought,

Starting point is 06:13:45 and I braced myself to meet the further disclosures I saw awaiting me. But when these disclosures were made, and Arthur's conduct at the funeral was given its natural explanation by the finding of the tell-tale ring in Adelaide's casket, I was so affected, both by the extraordinary nature of the facts, and the doubtful position in which they seemed to place the one whom, even now, I found it difficult to, believe guilty of Adelaide's death, that Clifton aroused, in spite of his own excitement, to a sudden realization of my condition, bounded to his feet and impetually cried out. I had to tell you. It was your due, and you would not have been satisfied if I had not. But I fear that I rushed my narrative too suddenly upon you, that you needed more preparation, and that the greatest kindness I can show you now is to leave before I do further misdemeanor.

Starting point is 06:14:45 chief. I believe, I answered. I know that his idea of leaving was insupportable to me, that I wanted him to stay until I had had time to think and adjust myself to these new conditions. Instinctively, I did not feel as certain of Arthur's guilt as he did. My own case had taught me the insufficiency of circumstantial evidence to settle a mooted fact. Besides, I knew Arthur even better. than I did his sisters.

Starting point is 06:15:17 He was as full of faults and as lacking in amiable and reliable traits as any fellow of my acquaintance, but he had not the inherent snap which makes for crime. He lacked the vigor which, God forgive me the thought,

Starting point is 06:15:34 lay back of Carmel's softer characteristics. I could not imagine him guilty. I could, for all my love, imagine his sister so, and I did. The conviction would not leave my mind. Charles, said I at last,

Starting point is 06:15:53 struggling for calmness and succeeding better in my task than either he or I expected. What's motive to they assign for this deed? Why should Arthur follow Adelaide to the clubhouse and kill her? Now if he had followed me! You were at dinner with them that night, and know what she did and what she vowed about the one, He was very angry, though he dropped his glass and let it shiver on the board.

Starting point is 06:16:21 He himself says that he was desperately put out with her, and could only drown his mad emotions and drink. He knew that she would hear of it if he went to any saloon in town, so he stole the key from your bunch, and went to help himself out of the clubhouse, Wine Vault. That's how he came to be there. What followed, who knows? he won't tell and we can only conjecture the ring which she certainly wore that night might give the secret away but it is not gifted with speech though as a silent witness it is exceedingly eloquent the episode of the ring confused me i could make nothing out of it could not connect it with what i myself knew of the confused experiences of that night but i could recall the dinner and the sullen aspect, not unmixed with awe, with which this boy contemplated his sister when his own glass fell from his nerveless fingers.

Starting point is 06:17:26 My own heart was not in the business. It was on the elopement I had planned, but I could not help seeing what I have just mentioned, and it recurred to me now with fatal distinctness. The awe was as great as the sullenness. Did that offer a good foundation for a good foundation for a crime. I disliked, Arthur. I had no use for the boy, and I wished with all my heart to detect guilt in his actions, rather than in those of the woman I loved, but I could not forget that tinge of awe on features too heavy to mirror very readily the nicer feelings of the human soul. It would come up, and under the influence of this impression, I said, Are you sure that he made no denial of this crime? That does not seem like Arthur, guilty or innocent.

Starting point is 06:18:21 He made none in my presence, and I was in the coroner's office when the ring was produced from its secret hiding-place and sat down before him. There was no open accusation made, but he must have understood the silence of all present. He acknowledged some days ago, when confronted with the bottom,

Starting point is 06:18:42 or found in Cuthbert Road that he had taken both it and another from the clubhouse just before the storm began to rage that night. The hour, the very hour, I muttered. He entered and left by that upper hall window, or so he says, but he is not to be believed in all his statements. Some of his declarations we know to be false. Which once, give us. Give us. Give us. Give us. Give us. Give us. Give us. me a specimen, Charlie. Mentioned something he has said that you know to be false. Well, it is hard to accuse a man of a direct lie. But he cannot be telling the truth when he says that he crossed the links immediately to Cuthbert Road, thus cutting out the right home, of which we have such extraordinary proof.

Starting point is 06:19:35 Under the fear of betraying my thoughts, I hurriedly closed my eyes. I was in an extraordinary position myself. What seemed falser to them struck me as the absolute truth. Carmel had been the one to go home. He, without doubt, had crossed the links, as he said. As this conviction penetrated deeply and yet more deeply into my mind, I shrank inexpressibly from the renewed mental struggle into which it plunged me. to have suffered myself, to have fallen under the ban of suspicion and the disgrace of arrest,

Starting point is 06:20:17 had certainly been hard, but it was nothing to be holding another in the same plight through my own rash and ill-advised attempt to better my position and carmels by what I had considered a totally harmless subterfuge. I shuddered as I anticipated the sleepless hours of silent debate which lay before me, the voice which whispered that arthur cumberland was not overgifted with sensitiveness and would not feel the shame of his position like another did not carry with it an indisputable message and could not impose on my conscience for more than a passing moment the lout was human and i could not stifle my convictions in his favour but carmel i clenched my hands under the clothes. I wished it were not high noon, but dark night, that Clifton would only arise or turn his eyes away, that something or anything might happen to give me an instant of solitary

Starting point is 06:21:24 contemplation, without the threatening possibility of beholding my thoughts and feelings, reflected in another's mind. Was this rearview instantaneous, or the work of many minutes? Forced by the doubt to open my eyes, I met Clifton's full look turned watchfully on me. The result was calming. Even to my apprehensive gaze, it betrayed no new enlightenment. My struggle had been all within, no token of it had reached him. This he showed still more plainly when he spoke. There will be a close sifting of evidence at the inquest. You will not enjoy this. You will not enjoy this, but the situation, hard as it may prove, has certainly improved so far as you are concerned. That should hasten your convalescence.

Starting point is 06:22:22 Poor Arthur! burst from my lips, and the cry was echoed in my heart. Then, because I could no longer endure the pusillanimity which kept me silent, I rose impulsively into a sitting posture, and summoning all my faculty, into full play, endeavoured to put my finger on the one weak point in the evidence thus raised against Carmel's brother. What sort of a man would you make Arthur out to be, when you accuse him of robbing the wine vault on top of a murderous assault on his sister? I know.

Starting point is 06:23:02 He argues a brute, but he— Arthur Cumberland is selfish, unresponsive and hard, but he is not a brute. I am disposed to give him the benefit of my good opinion to this extent, Charlie. I cannot believe he first poisoned and then choked that noble woman. Clifton drew himself up in his turn, astonishment battling with renewed distrust. "'Either he or you, Renelais,' he exclaimed firmly. "'There is no third person. This you must realize. End of chapter 20. Chapter 21 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Carolyn.

Starting point is 06:24:00 Chapter 21. Carmel awakes. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, so fast they follow. later i asked myself many questions and wandered into mazes of speculation which only puzzled me and led nowhere i remembered the bottles i remembered the ring i went back in fancy to the hour of my own entrance into the club-house and recalling each circumstance endeavoured to fit the facts of arthur's story with those of my own experience was he in the building when i first stepped into it it was just possible i had been led to prevaricate as to the moment i entered the lower gateway and he may have done the same as to the hour he left by the upper hall window whatever his denials on this or any subject i was convinced that he knew as well as i that carmel had been in the building with her sister and was involved more or less personally in the crime committed there might it not be simply as his accessory after the fact if only i could believe this if my knowledge of him and of her would allow me to hug this forlorn hope and behold in this shock to her to her brain, and in her look and attitude on leaving the clubhouse, only a sister's horror at a willful brother's crime.

Starting point is 06:25:41 But one fact stood in the way of this, a fact which nothing but some predetermined, underhanded purpose on her part could explain. She had gone in disguise to the whispering pines, and she had returned home in the same suspicious fashion. The wearing of her brain, brother's hat and coat over her own womanly garments was no freak. There had been purpose in it, a purpose which demanded secrecy. That Adelaide should have accompanied her under these circumstances was a mystery. But then the whole affair was a mystery, totally out of keeping in all its details, with the characters of these women, save—and what a fearful exception I here make, the awful end. The awful which, alas, bespoke the fiery rush and impulse to destroy,

Starting point is 06:26:37 which marked Carmel's unbridled rages. Of a less emotional attack, she would be as incapable as any other good woman. Poisoned she would never use. Its presence there was due to another's forethought, another's determination. But the poison had not killed. Both glasses had been emptied, but ah! those glasses what explanation had the police now for those two empty glasses they had hitherto supposed me to be the second person who had joined adelaide in this totally uncharacteristic drinking to whom did they now attribute this act to arthur the brother whose love for liquor in every form she had always decried and had publicly rebuked only a few hours before

Starting point is 06:27:31 Knowing nothing of Carmel having been on the scene, they must ascribe this act either to him or to me, and when they came to dwell upon this point more particularly, when they came to study the exact character of the relations which had always subsisted between Adelaide and her brother, they must see the improbability of her drinking with him under any circumstances. Then their thoughts would recur to me, and I should find myself again a suspect.

Starting point is 06:28:01 the monstrous suggestion that arthur had brought the liquor there himself had poured it out and forced her to drink it poison and all out of revenge for her action at the dinner-table a short time before did not occur to me then but if it had there were the three glasses he would not bring three nor would adelaide nor as i saw it would carmel chaos however one looked at it chaos only one fact was clear that carmel knew the whole story and might communicate the same if ever her brain cleared and she could be brought to reveal the mysteries of that hour did i desire such a consummation only god who penetrates more deeply than ourselves into the hidden regions of the human heart could tell i only know that the fear and expectation of such an outcome made my anguish for the next two weeks would she live would she die the question was on every tongue the crisis of her disease was approaching and the next twenty-four hours would decide her fate and in consequence my own if not her brother arthur's as i contemplated the suspense of these twenty-four hours i revolted madly for the first time against the restrictions of my prison. I wanted air, movement, the rush into danger, which my horse or my automobile might afford. Anything which would drag my thoughts from that sick room, and the anticipated

Starting point is 06:29:40 stir of that lovely form into conscious life and suffering. Her eyes—I could see her eyes wakening upon the world again, after her long wandering in the unknown and unimaginable intricacies of ungoverned thought and delirious suggestion. Eyes of violet color and infinite expression. Eyes which would make a man's joy if they smiled on him in innocence, but which, as I well knew, had burned more than once in her short but strenuous life with fiery passions, and might, at the instant of waking, betray this same unholy gleam under the curious gaze of the unsympathetic ones set and watch over her.

Starting point is 06:30:32 What would her first word be? Whither would her first thought fly? To Adelaide or to me, to Arthur, or to her own frightened and appalled self. I maddened as I dwelt upon the possibilities of this moment. I envied Arthur. I envied the attendants. I envied even the servants in the house. They would all know sooner than I.

Starting point is 06:30:59 Carmel! Carmel! Sending for Clifton, I begged him to keep himself in communication with the house, or with the authorities. He promised to do what he could. Then, perceiving the state I was in, he related all he knew of present conditions. No one was allowed in the sick room, but the nurse and the doctor.

Starting point is 06:31:22 Even Arthur was denied admission, and was wearing himself out in his room, as I was wearing myself out here, in restless in activity. He expected her to sink, and never to recover consciousness, and was loud in his expressions of rebellion against the men who dared to keep him from her bedside when her life was trembling in the balance. But the nurse had hopes, and so had the doctor. As for Carmel's looks, they were greatly changed, but beautiful still, in spite of the cruel scar left by her fall, against the burning bars of her sister's grate. No delirium disturbed the rigid immobility in which she now lay. I could await her awakening with quiet confidence in the justice of God. Thus Clifton, in his ignorance. The day was a bleak one, dispiriting in itself even to those who could go about the streets and lose themselves in their tasks and round of duties.

Starting point is 06:32:32 To me it was a dead blank, marked by such interruptions as necessarily took place under the prison routine. The evening hours which followed them were no better. The hands on my watch crawled. When the door finally opened, it came as a shock. I seemed to be prepared for anything but the termination of my suspense. I knew that it was Clifton who entered, but I could not meet his eye. I dug my nails into my palms and waited for his first word. When it came I felt my spirits go down, down. I had thawed them at their lowest ebb before.

Starting point is 06:33:17 He hesitated. and i started up tell me i cried calmless dead not dead said he but silly her testimony is no more to be relied upon than that of any other wandering mind end of chapter twenty one chapter twenty two of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libevovox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline recording by caroline Carolyn Chapter 22. Break in the glass. This inundation of mistempered humour rests by you only to be qualified. King John. It was some time before I learned the particulars of this awakening. It had occurred at sunset. A level beam of light had shot across the bed, and the nurse had moved to close the blind,

Starting point is 06:34:25 when a low exclamation from the doctor drew her back to mark the first faint fluttering of the snowy lids over the long-closed eyes. Afterwards she remembered what a picture her youthful patient made with the hue of renewed life creeping into her cheeks in faint reflection of the nest of rosyred colour in which she lay. Carmel's hair was dark, so were her. her exquisitely penciled eyebrows and the long lashes which curled upward from her cheek.

Starting point is 06:35:02 In her surroundings of pink, warm pink, such as lives in the heart of the seashell, their duskiness took on and added beauty, and nothing, not even the long, dark scar running from eye to chin, could rob the face of its individuality and suggestion of charm. She was lovely, but it was the loveliness of a line and tint, just as a child is lovely. Soul and mind were still asleep, but momentarily rousing, as all thought, to conscious being, and, if to conscious being, then to conscious suffering as well. It was a solemn moment. If the man who loved her had been present, or even her brats,

Starting point is 06:35:55 brother who sullen as he was must have felt the tie of close relationship rise superior even to his fears at an instant so critical it would have been more solemn yet but with the exception of the doctor and possibly the nurse only those interested in her as a witness in the most perplexing case on the police annals were grouped in silent watchfulness about the room, waiting for the word or look which might cut the gordian knot, which none of them, as yet, had been able to untangle. It came suddenly, as all great changes came. One moment her lids were down, her face calm, her whole figure quiet in its statute-like repose. The next, her big violet eyes had flashed open upon the world, and lips and limbs were moving feebly, but certainly, in their suddenly recovered freedom. It was then, and not at the later moment when consciousness had fully regained its seat, that her face, to those who stood nearest, wore the aspect of an

Starting point is 06:37:14 angels. What she saw, or what vision remained to her from the mysterious world of which she had so long been apart, no one ever knew, nor could she perhaps have told. But the rapture, which informed her features, and elevated her whole expression, but poorly prepared them for the change which followed her first glance around on nurse and doctor. The beam which lay across the bed had been no brighter than her eye during that first tremulous instant of renewed life. But the clouds fell speedily, and very human feelings peered from between those lids as she murmured, half petulantly.

Starting point is 06:38:02 Why do you look at me so? Oh, I remember, I remember. And a flush, of which they little thought her weakened heart capable, spread over her features, hiding the scar and shaming her white lips. What's the matter? she complained again, as she tried to raise her hands, possibly to hide her face. I cannot move as I used to do,

Starting point is 06:38:31 and I feel... I feel... You have been ill, came soothingly from the doctor. You have been in bed many days. Now you are better and will soon be well. "'This is your nurse,' he said nothing of the others, who were so placed behind screens as to be invisible to her.

Starting point is 06:38:54 She continued to gaze, first at one, then at the other, confidently at the doctor, doubtfully at the nurse. As she did so, the flush faded and gave way to an anxious, troubled expression. Not just the expression anticipated by those who believed that, with returning consciousness would come returning memory of the mysterious scene which had taken place between herself and sister or between her sister and her brother prior to adelaide's departure for the whispering pines had they shared my knowledge had they even so much as dreamt that their patient had been the companion of one or both of the others in this tragic escapade how much greater would have been their wonder at the character of this awakening. "'You have the same kind look for me as always,' were her next words, as her glance finally settled on

Starting point is 06:39:56 the doctor. "'But hers. "'Bring me the mirror,' she cried. "'Let me see with my own eyes what I have now to expect from everyone who looks at me. "'I want to know before Lila comes in. "'Why isn't she here? "'Is she with—' she was breaking down but caught herself back with surprising courage and almost smiled i was told then in the shrill tones which will not be denied she demanded again the mirror

Starting point is 06:40:31 nurse unwin brought it her patient evidently remembered the fall she had had in her sister's room and possibly the smart to her cheek when it touched the hot iron. I see only my forehead, she complained, as the nurse held the mirror before her. Move it a little. Lower, lower, she commanded, then suddenly, oh. She was still for a long time, during which the nurse carried off the glass. I don't like it, she acknowledged quaintly to the doctor, as he leaves. "'I leaned over her with compassionate words.

Starting point is 06:41:16 "'I shall have to get acquainted with myself all over again. "'And so I have been ill. "'I shouldn't have thought a little burn like that would make me ill. "'How Adelaide must have worried!' "'Adelaide is—is not well herself. "'It distressed her to have been out when you fell. "'Don't you remember that she went out that night?' "'Did she? She was right.

Starting point is 06:41:45 Adelaide must have every pleasure. She had earned her good times. I must be the one to stay at home now and look after things and learn to be useful. I don't expect anything different. Call Adelaide and let me tell her how, how satisfied I am. But she's ill.

Starting point is 06:42:06 She cannot come. Wait till tomorrow, dear child. Rest is what you need now. Take these few drops and go to sleep again, "'and you'll not know yourself to-morrow.' "'I don't know myself now,' she repeated, "'glancing with slowly dilating eyes at the medicine-glass-you-profit. "'I can't take it,' she protested.

Starting point is 06:42:30 "'I forget now why, but I can't take anything more from a glass. "'I've promised not to, I think. "'Take it away. It makes me feel queer. "'Where is Adelaide?' her memory was defective she could not seem to take in what the doctor told her but he tried her again once more he spoke of illness as the cause of adelaide's absence her attention wandered while he spoke of it how it did hurt she cried but i didn't think much about it i thought only of next moment her voice rose in a shriek thin but impetious and and imbued with a note of excited feeling which made every person there start there should be two she cried two why is there only one this sounded like a raving the doctor's face took on a look of concern and the nurse stirred uneasily one is not enough that is why adelaide is not satisfied why she does not come in love and comfort me as i expected her to

Starting point is 06:43:44 to. Tell her it is not too late yet. Not too late yet. Not too late. The doctor's hand was on her forehead. This not too late, whatever she meant by it, was indescribably painful to the listeners, oppressed as they were by the knowledge that Adelaide lay in her grave, and that all fancies, all hopes, all meditated actions between these two were now, so far as this world. goes, forever at an end. Rest, came in Dr. Carpenter's most soothing tones. Rest, my little Carmel, forget everything and rest. He thought he knew the significance of her revolt from the glass he had offered her. She remembered the scene at the cumberland dinner-table on that fatal night, and shrank from anything that reminded her of it. ordering the medicine put in a cup he offered it to her again and she drank it without question as she quieted under its influence the disappointed listeners now tiptoeing carefully from the room heard her murmur in final appeal

Starting point is 06:45:02 cannot adelaide spare one minute from from her company downstairs to wish me health and kiss me good-night was it weakness or a settled inability to remember anything but that which filled her own mind it proved to be a settled inability to take in any new ideas or even to remember much beyond the completion of that dinner as the days passed and news of her condition came to me from time to time i found that she had not only forgotten what had passed between herself and the rest of the family previous to her departure for the club-house but all that had afterwards occurred at the whispering pines even to her own presence there and the right home she could not even retain in her mind for any appreciable length of time the idea of adelaide's death death. Even after Dr. Carpenter, with infinite precautions, revealed to her the truth, not that Adelaide had been murdered, but that Adelaide had passed away during the period of her own illness. Carmel gave but one cry of grief, then immediately burst forth in her old complaint that Adelaide neglected her. She had lost her happiness and hope, and Adelaide would not spare her

Starting point is 06:46:29 an hour. This expression, when I heard of it, convinced me, as I believe it did some others, that her act of self-denial in not humouring my whim, and flying from home and duty that night, had made a stronger impression on her mind than all that came after. She never asked for Arthur. This may have grieved him, but, according to my faithful friend and attorney, it appeared to have the contrary effect, and to bring him positive relief. When it was born in on him, as it was soon to be borne in on all, that her mind was not what it was, and that the beautiful

Starting point is 06:47:11 Carmel had lost something besides her physical perfection in the awful calamity which had made shipwreck of the whole family, he grew noticeably more cheerful and less suspicious in his manner. was it because the impending inquiry must go on without her, and proceedings which had halted till now, be pushed with all possible speed to a finish? So those who watched him interpret at his changed mode, with a result not favourable to him. With this new shock of Carmel's inability

Starting point is 06:47:48 to explain her own part in this tragedy and thus release my testimony, and make me a mannourable, again in my own eyes, I lost the sustaining power which had previously helped me up. I became apathetic, no longer counting the hours, and thankful when they passed. Arthur had not been arrested, but he understood, or allowed others to see that he understood, the reason for the surveillance under which he was now strictly kept, and though he showed less patience than myself under the shameful suspicion, which this betokened, he did not break out into

Starting point is 06:48:29 open conflict with the authorities, nor did he protest his innocence, or take any other stand than the one he had assumed from the first. All this gave me much food for thought, but I declined to think. I had made up my mind from the moment I realized Carmel's condition that there was a good for thought. But I declined to think. I had made up my mind from the moment I realized Carmel's condition that there was nothing for me to do till after the inquest. The public investigation which this would involve would show the trend of popular opinion and thus enlighten me as to my duty. Meanwhile, I would keep to the old lines and do the best I could for myself

Starting point is 06:49:10 without revealing the fact of Carmel's near interest in a matter she was in no better condition to discuss now than when in a state of complete unconsciousness. Of that inquest, which was held in due course, I shall not say much. Only one new fact was elicited by its means, and that of interest solely as making clear how there came to be evidences of poison in Adelaide's stomach, without the quantity being great enough for more than a temporary disturbance. maggie the second girl had something to say about this when the file which had held the poison was handed about for inspection she had handled that file many times on the shelf where it was kept once she had dropped it and the cork coming out some of the contents had escaped

Starting point is 06:50:08 frightened at the mishap she had filled the file up with water and put it thus deluded back on the shelf no one had noticed the difference and she had forgotten all about the matter until now from her description there must have been very little of the dangerous drug left in the file and the conclusions of dr perry's autopsy received a confirmation which ended after a mass of testimony ten pending rather to confuse than enlighten the jury in the non-committal verdict. Death by strangulation at the hands of some person unknown. I had expected this.

Starting point is 06:50:54 The evidence, pointing as it did into opposing directions, presented a problem which a coroner's jury would hardly be expected to solve. What followed showed that not only they, but the police authorities as well acknowledged the dilemma. I was allowed one sweet half-hour of freedom.

Starting point is 06:51:17 Then I was detained to await the action of the grand jury, and so was Arthur. When I was informed of this latter-fact, I made a solemn vow to myself. It was this. If it falls to my lot to be indicted for this murderous offense, I will continue to keep my own counsel, as I have already done, in face of lesser provocation, and at less dangerous risk.

Starting point is 06:51:47 But if I escape and a true bill should be found against Arthur, then will I follow my better instinct, and reveal what I have hitherto kept concealed, even if the torment of the betrayal drive me to self-destruction afterwards. for I no longer cherish this smallest doubt that to Carmel's sudden rage, and to that alone, the death of Adelaide was due. My reason for this change from troubled to absolute conviction can be easily explained. It dated from the inquest, and will best appear in the relation of an interview I held with my attorney, Charles Clifton, very soon after my second time. incarceration. We had discussed the situation till there seemed to be nothing left to discuss. I understood him, and he thought he understood me. He believed Arthur guilty, and credited me with

Starting point is 06:52:49 the same convictions. Thus only could he explain my inconceivable reticions on certain points he was very well assured I could make clear if I would, that he was not the only man who had drawn the same conclusions from my attitude, both before and during the inquest, troubled me greatly, and deeply disturbed my conscience, but I could indulge in no protests, or rather would indulge in no protests, as yet. There was an unsolved doubt connected with some facts which had come out at the inquest, or perhaps I should call it a circumstance not as yet fully explained, which disturbed me more than did my conscience, and upon this circumstance I must have light before I let my counsel leave me.

Starting point is 06:53:43 I introduced the topic thus. You remember the detached sentences taken down by the nurse during the period of Carmel's unconsciousness. They were regarded as senseless ravings, and such they doubtless were, but there was one of them, attracted my attention, and of which I should like an explanation. I wish I had that woman's little book here. I should like to read for myself those wondering utterances. You can, was the

Starting point is 06:54:17 unexpected and welcome reply. I took them all down and shortened as they fell from Dr. Perry's lips. I have not had time since to transcribe them, but I can read some of them to you, if you will give me and ideas to which ones you want. Read the first, what she said on the day of the funeral. I do not think the rest matter very much. Clifton took out a paper from his pocket, and after only a short delay, read out these words. December the 5th.

Starting point is 06:54:53 Her sister's name uttered many times and with greatly varied expression, now in reproach, now in terror, now in what seemed to me in tones of wild pleading and even despair. This continued at intervals all through the day. At 3 p.m., just as people were gathering for the funeral, the quick glad cry. I smell flowers, sweet, sweet flowers. Her loss she did. At 3.40 p.m. as the services neared their clothes, a violent change took place in her appearance, and she uttered in shrill tones those astonishing words which horrified all below, and made us feel that she had a clairvoyant knowledge of the closing of the casket, then taking place. Break it open! Break it open, and see if her heart is there!

Starting point is 06:55:54 pause there i cried that is what i mean it was not the only time she uttered that cry if you will glance further down you will come across a second exclamation of the like character yes here it is it was while the ubiquitous sweetwater was mousing about the room read the very words he heard i have a reason clifton humor me for this once certainly no trouble she cried this time break it open break the glass and look in her heart should be there her heart her heart horrible but you insisted i thought i heard that word glass i muttered more to myself than to him then with a choking fear of giving away my thought but unable to resist the opportunity of settling my own fears i asked was there glass in the casket lit "'No, there never is.' "'But she may have thought there was,' I suggested hastily. "'I'm much obliged to you, Clifton. "'I had to hear those sentences again.

Starting point is 06:57:13 "'Morbidness, no doubt, the experience of the last three weeks "'would affect a stronger-minded man than myself. "'Then, before he could reply, "'What do you think the nurse meant by a violent change in her patient?' why she roused up i suppose moved or made some wild or feverish gesture that is what i would like to know i may seem foolish in unnecessarily extracting about trifles but i would give a great deal to learn precisely where she looked and what she did at the moment she uttered those wild words is the detective sweetwater still in town i believe so came up for the inquest but goes back to-night see him clifton ask him to relate this scene he was present you know get him to talk about it you can and without rousing his suspicion keen as they all say he is and when he talks listen and remember what he says but don't ask questions do this for me clifton some day i may be able to explain my request but not now

Starting point is 06:58:29 i am at your service he replied but he looked hurt at being thus set to work in the dark and i dared say nothing to ease the situation i did not dare even to prolong the conversation on this subject or on any other's subject. In consequence, he departed speedily, and I spent the afternoon wondering whether he would return before the day ended, or leave me to the endurance of a night of suspense. I was spared this final distress. He came in again towards evening, and this was what he told me. I have seen Sweetwater, and was more fortunate in my interview than I expected. He talked freely, and in the course of the conversation described the very occurrence in which you are so interested. Carmel had been lying quietly previous to this outbreak, but suddenly started into feverish life, and, raising herself up in her bed, pointed straight before her and uttered the words we have

Starting point is 06:59:34 so often repeated. That's all there was to it. And I don't see, for my part, what you have gained by a repetition of the same, or why you lay so much stress. upon her gesture. What she said was the thing, though even that is a material from a legal point of view, which is the only view of any importance to you or to me, at this juncture. You're a true friend to me, I answered, and never more so than in this instance. Forgive me that I cannot show my appreciation of your goodness, or thank you properly for your performance of an uncongenial task. i am sunk deep in trouble i am not myself and cannot be till i know what action will be taken by the grand jury if he replied i have no remembrance of it neither do i recall his leave taken

Starting point is 07:00:31 but i was presently aware that i was alone and could think out my hideous thought undisturbed carmel had pointed straight before her shouting out breaking in the glass. I knew her room. I had been taken in there once by Adelaide, as a sequence to a long conversation about Carmel, shortly after her first return from school. Adelaide wished to show me the cabinet in the wall, the cabinet at which Carmel undoubtedly pointed

Starting point is 07:01:05 if her bed stood as it had stood then. It was not quite full at that time. It did not contain Adelaide's heart, among the other broken toys which comel had destroyed with her own hand or foot in her moments of frenzied passion the canary that would not pick from her hand the hat she had hated the bowl which held only bread and milk when she wanted meat or cake adelaide had kept them all looked them behind glass and full view of the child's eyes night and day that the shame of those past destructive moments moments might guard her from their repetition and help her to understand her temper and herself. I had always thought it cruel of Adelaide, one of the evidences of the flint-like streak which ran through her otherwise generous and upright nature. But its awful prophecy was what

Starting point is 07:02:05 affected me most now, for destruction had fallen on something more tender than aught that cabinet held. Adelaide's heart. And Carmel acknowledged it, acknowledged that it should be there, with what else she had trampled upon and crushed in her white heat of rage. I could not doubt her guilt after this. Whatever peace her forgetfulness had brought, whatever innocent longing after Adelaide,

Starting point is 07:02:36 the wild cry of those first few hours, ear yet the impressions of her awful experience had succumbed to disease, revealed her secret, and showed the workings of her conscience. It had not been understood. It had passed as an awesome episode. But for me, since hearing of it, she stood ever more convicted out of her own mouth, that lovely mouth which angels might kiss in her hours of joyous serenity. But from whose consternity, but from whose caress friends would fly when the passion reigned in her heart and she must break crush kill or go mad end of chapter twenty two chapter twenty three of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libevovox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter twenty three at ten instead of twelve forget the world around you meantime friendship shall keep strict vigils for you anxious active only be manageable when that friendship points you the road to full accomplishment coleridge i don't care a rush what you do to me if you are so besotted by your prejudices that you refuse to see the nose before your face if you don't believe your own officer who swore he saw ranelais hands upon my sister's throat, then this world is all a jumble, and it makes very little difference to me whether I'm alive or dead.

Starting point is 07:04:24 When these words of Arthur Cumberland were repeated to me, I echoed them in my inmost soul. I, too, cared very little whether I lived or died. The grand jury reeled off its cases and finally took up ours. To the last I hoped, sincerely. I think, that I should be the man to suffer indictment. But I hoped in vain. A true bill was brought against Arthur, and his trial was set for the 18th of January.

Starting point is 07:05:00 The first use I made of my liberty was to visit Adelaide's grave. In that sacred place I could best review my past and gather strength for the future. The future? Was it under my control? did arthur's fate hang upon my word i believed so but had i strength to speak that word i had expected to i had seen my duty clearly enough before the sitting of the grand jury but now that arthur was indicted now that it was an accepted fact that he would have to stand trial instead of myself i was conscious of such a recoil from my contemplated action that i lost all confidence in myself and my stoical adherence to what I considered the claims of justice.

Starting point is 07:05:52 Standing in the cemetery grounds, with my eyes upon the snow-covered mound, beneath which lay the doubly injured Adelaide, I headed out with myself for good and all. I trusted Arthur. I distrusted Carmel. But she had claims to consideration, which he lacked. She was a woman. Her fall would mean infinitely more to her than any disgrace to him. Even he had seemed to recognize this. Miserable and half-hearted as his life had been, he had shown himself man enough not to implicate his young sister in the crime

Starting point is 07:06:32 laid to his charge. What then was I that I should presume to disregard his lead in the difficult maze, in which we were both lost? Yet, because of the self-restraint he manifested, he had my sympathy and when i left the cemetery and took my mournful way back into town it was with this secret resolution to stand his friend if i saw the case really going against him till then i would consider the helpless girl tongtied by her condition and injured enough already by my misplaced love and its direful consequences the only change i now allowed myself was an occasional midnight stroll up housted street this was as near as i dared approach carmel's windows i feared some watchful police spy perhaps i feared my own hardly to be restrained longings mr fulton's house and extensive grounds lay between this strait and the dismal walls beyond the huge sycamore

Starting point is 07:07:42 which lifted itself like a beacon above the cumberland estate. But I allowed myself the doubtful pleasure of traversing this course, and this course only, and if I obtained one glimpse through bush and tree of the spot, whither all my thoughts ran continuously, I went home satisfied. This was before Carmel left with her nurse for Lakewood. After that event, I turned my head no more and taking it. in my midnight stroll. I was not told the day or hour of her departure. Happily, perhaps, for us both, for I could never have kept away from the station.

Starting point is 07:08:24 I should have risked everything for one glimpse of her face, if only to satisfy my own judgment as to whether she would ever recognize me again, or remember what had occurred on that doleful night when the light of her intellect set in the darkness of sin and trouble. The police had the same idea, I think, for I heard later that she was deliberately driven past the whispering pines, though the other road was more direct and less free, if anything, from possible spectators. They thought, no doubt, that a sight of the place might reawaken whatever memories remained of the last desperate scene preceding her brother and sister's departure for this out-of-the-way spot. They little knew how cruel was to test, or what a storm of realization might have overwhelmed her mind as her eye fell on those accursed walls, peering from their bower of snow-laden pines.

Starting point is 07:09:26 But I did, and I never rested till I learned how she had borne herself in her slow drive by the two guarded gateways, merrily, it seems, and with no sign of the remembrances I fared. the test if it were meant for such availed them nothing no more indeed than an encounter with her on the road or at the station would have availed me for the veil she begged for had shrouded her features completely and it was only from her manner that those who accompanied her perceived her light-heartedness and delight in this change one sentence and one only reached my ears of all that she said before she disappeared from town if adelaide were only going too but i suppose i shall meet her and mr ranelay somewhere before my return she must be very happy but not so peaceful as i am she will see that when we meet i can hardly wait for the day words which set me thinking but which i was bound to acknowledge could be only only the day words which i was bound to acknowledge could be only the idle wanderings of a diseased mind from which all impressions had fled, save those of innocence and futile hope. One incident more before I enter upon the serious business of the trial. I had no purpose in what I did. I merely followed the impulse of the moment, as I had so often

Starting point is 07:10:58 done before in my selfish and thoughtless life, when I started one night for my walk at ten o'clock instead of twelve. I went the old way, and the old longing recurring at the one charmed spot on the road, I cast a quick look at the towering sycamore, and the desolated house beneath, which, short as it was, roused feelings which kept my head lowered for the remainder of my walk north, and to the very moment when on my return, the same chimneys and overhanging roofs came again into view, through the wintry branches. Then Habit lifted my head, and I paused to look again when the low sound of a human voice, suppressed into a moan or sob,

Starting point is 07:11:45 caused me to glance about for the woman or child who had uttered this note of sorrow. No one was in sight, but as I started to move on, I heard my name uttered and choked tones from behind the hedge separating the falter grounds from the city sidewalk. I halted instantly. A lamp from the opposite side of the street threw a broad illumination across the walk where I stood, but the gate-posts behind through a shadow.

Starting point is 07:12:16 Had the voice issued from this isolated point of darkness? I went back to see. A pitiful figure was crouching there, a frail, agitated little being, whom I had no sooner recognized than my manner instantly assumed in air, of friendly interest, called out by her timid and appalling attitude. "'Halla Fulton,' I exclaimed,

Starting point is 07:12:41 "'you wish to speak to me?' "'Hush!' she prayed, with a frightened gesture towards the house. "'No one knows I'm here. Mama thinks me in bed, and Papa, who is out, may come home any minute. "'Oh, Mr. Renelay, I am in such misery, and no one but you can give me any help. I have watched you go by night after night, and I have wanted to call out and beg you to come in and see me, or let me go and meet you somewhere. And I have not dared. It was too late. Tonight you have come earlier. I have slipped out, and—oh, Elwood, you won't think badly of me.

Starting point is 07:13:21 It's all about Arthur, and I shall die if someone does not help me, and tell me how I can reach him with a message. As she spoke the last words, she called him. She called him. at the gate-post which was too broad and ponderous to offer her any hold. Gravely I held out my arm, which she took, we were old friends, and felt no necessity of standing on any sort of ceremony. "'You don't wish to bother,' was her sensitive cry. "'You had rather not stop, rather not listen to my troubles.' Had I shown my feeling so plainly as that?

Starting point is 07:13:58 I felt mortified. She was a girl of puny physique and nervous manner, the last sort of person you would expect Arthur Cumberland to admire, or even to have patience with, and the very last sort who could be expected to endure his rough ways, or find anything congenial to herself in his dissipated and purposeless life. But the freaks of youthful passion are endless, and it was evident that they loved each other sincerely. Her tremulous condition and me complaint went to my heart, nonewithstanding my growing dread

Starting point is 07:14:33 of any conversation between us on this all-absorbing, but generally peace-destroying topic. Reassuringly pressing her hand, I was startled to find a small piece of paper clutched convulsively within it. For Arthur, she explained under her breath, I thought you might find some way of getting it to him. Father and Mother are so prejudiced. They have never liked him, and now they believe the very worst. They would lock me up if they knew I was speaking to you about him.

Starting point is 07:15:08 Mother is very stern, and says that all this nonsense between Arthur and myself must stop. That we must never, no matter whether he is cleared or—or— Silence. Then a little gasp, after which she ever— with an emphasis which bespoke the death of every hope she is very decided about it elwood i hardly blamed the mother i-i love arthur i don't think him guilty and i would gladly stand by him if they would let me i want him to know this i want him to get such comfort as he can out of my belief and my desire to serve him i want to sacrifice myself But I can't, I can't, she moaned. You don't know how mother frightens me.

Starting point is 07:16:00 When she looks at me, the words falter on my tongue, and I feel as if it would be easier to die than to acknowledge what is in my heart. I could believe her. Mrs. Fulton was a notable woman whom many men shrank from encountering needlessly. It was not her tongue, though that could be bitter enough, but a certain way she had of infusing her.

Starting point is 07:16:24 her displeasure into attitude, tone and manner, which insensibly sapped your self-confidence, and forced you to accept her bad opinion of you as your rightful do. This, whether your judgment coincided with hers or not. Yet your mother is your very best friend, I ventured gently, with a realization of my responsibility which did not add much to my self-possession. She seemed startled. Not in this, not in this, she objected, with a renewal of her anxious glances, this time up and down the street. I must get a word to Arthur. I must.

Starting point is 07:17:08 I saw that she had some deeper reason than appeared for desiring communication with him. I was debating how best to meet this situation and set her right as to my ability to serve her, without breaking down her spirit too seriously, when I felt her feverish hand pressing her little note into my unwilling poem. "'Don't read it,' she whispered, innocent of all offense, and only anxious to secure my good offices. "'It's for Arthur. I've used the thinnest paper so that you can secrete it in something he will be sure to get. Don't disappoint me. I was sorry for you too and glad when they let you out. Both of you are old playmates of mine, but Arthur—'

Starting point is 07:17:53 I had to tell her. I had to dash her small hopes to the ground. Forgive me, Ella, I said, but I cannot carry him this message, or even get it to him secretly. I am watched myself, I know it, though I have never really detected the man doing it. Oh, she ejaculated, terror-stricken at once. Is there anyone here behind the trees or in the street or on the other side of the hedgerow? I hasten to reassure her.

Starting point is 07:18:27 No, no. If I've been followed, it was not so near as that. I cannot do what you ask for several reasons. Arthur will credit you with the best of impulses without you incurring any such risk. Yes, yes, but that's not enough. What shall I do? What shall I do? I strove to help her.

Starting point is 07:18:48 her. "'There's a man,' said I, "'who sees him constantly and may be induced to assure Arthur of your belief and continued interest in him. "'That man is his lawyer, Mr. Moffat. "'Anyone will tell you how to reach him.' "'No, no,' she disclaimed, hurriedly, breathlessly. "'My last hope was in you. "'You wouldn't think the worse of me for—for what I've done,

Starting point is 07:19:14 "'or let Mother know. "'I couldn't tell a stranger even if he went right to—' to Arthur with it. I am not made that way. I couldn't stand the shame. Drawing back a step, she wrung her small hands together, exclaiming, what an unhappy girl I am. Then, stepping up to my side, she whispered in my ear, "'There's something I could say which might.' I stopped her. Right or wrong, I stopped her. I hadn't the courage just then to face the possibilities of what lay at the end of this simple sentence. She possessed evidence, or thought she did, which might help to clear Arthur. Evidence of what? Evidence which would implicate Carmel? The very thought

Starting point is 07:20:01 unnerved me. I had rather not be the recipient of this confidence, if it is at all important, or at all in the line of testimony. Remember the manner mentioned. He will be glad to hear anything helpful to his client. Her distress mounted to passion. It's something that will destroy my mother's confidence on me. I disobeyed her. I did what she would never have let me do if she had known. I used to meet Arthur in the driveway back by the barns.

Starting point is 07:20:38 I had a keymate to the little side door so that I could do it. I used to meet him late. I would get up out of bed when mother was a son. sleep and dress myself and sit at the window until I heard him come up the street. Then I would steal down and catch him on his way to the stables. I—I had a good reason for this, Elwood. He knew I would be there, and it brought him home earlier, not quite so—so full of liquor. If he was very bad, he would come up the other way, and I would sit waiting and crying till three o'clock struck, then creep into my bed and try to sleep.

Starting point is 07:21:14 "'Nights and nights I have done this. "'Nothing else in life seemed so important, for it did hold him back a little. "'But not so much as if he had loved me more. "'He loved me some, but he couldn't have loved me very much, "'or he would have sent me some word, or seen me, if but for a minute, since Adelaide's death. "'And he hasn't? He hasn't! "'And that makes it harder for me to acknowledge the watch I kept on him, "'and how I know he never went through.

Starting point is 07:21:44 our grounds for the second time that night. He went once about nine, but not later. I am certain of this, for I was looking out for him till three in the morning. If he came back and then returned afterwards to town, it was through his own street, and that takes so long he would never have been able to get to the place they said he did at the time they have agreed upon. Oh, I have studied every word of the case, to see if what I had to tell would help him any. Father cannot bear to see me with a newspaper in my hand, and mother comes and takes them out of my room, but I have managed to read every word since they accused him of being at the clubhouse that night, and I know that he needs someone to come out boldly in his course, and I want to be that someone,

Starting point is 07:22:32 and I will be, too, whatever happens to me if—if I must,' she faintly added. I was dumb, but not from lack of interest, God knows, or from unsympathetic feeling for this brave-hearted girl. The significance of the situation was what held me speechless. Here was help for Arthur without my braving all the horrors of Carmel's downfall by any impulse act of my own. For a moment, hope in one burning and renewing flame soed high. in my breast. I was willing to accept my release in this way. I was willing to shift the load from my own back to the delicate shoulders of this shrinking but ardent girl. The reason returned, if consideration halted, and I asked myself, but it is the help she offered of any practical worth?

Starting point is 07:23:31 Would her timid declarations, trembling as she was, between her awe and her parents and her desire to serve the man she loved, weigh in the balance against the evidence accumulated by the district attorney? It seemed doubtful. She would not be believed, and I should have to back up her statement with my own hitherto suppressed testimony. It was a hard case. Anyway, I looked at it. A woman to be sacrificed. whichever course I took. Contemplating the tremulous, half-fainting figure drooping in the shadows before me, such native chivalry

Starting point is 07:24:11 as remained to me, urged me, to spare this little friend of mine, so ungifted by nature, so innocent in intention, so sensitive, and so shrinking in temperament and habit. Then Carmel's image rose before me,

Starting point is 07:24:29 glorious, impassioned, driven by the, the fierce onrush of some mighty inherent force into violent deeds undreamed of by most women. But when thus undriven, gentle in manner, elevated in thought, refined as only a few rare characters are refined, and my heart stood still again with doubt, and I could not say—' It is your duty to save him at all hazards. brave your father, brave your mother, brave public opinion, and possibly the wrecking of your whole future, but tell the truth and rid your days of doubt, your knights of remorse.

Starting point is 07:25:09 I could not say this. So many things might happen to save Arthur, to save Carmel, and to save the little woman before me. I would trust that future, temporise a bit, and give such advice as would relieve us both from immediate fear without compromising Arthur's undoubted rights to justice. Meanwhile, Ella Fulton had become distracted by new fears. The sound of sleigh-bells could be heard on the hill. It might be her father. Should she try to reach the house, or hide her small body, like a trapped animal, on the dark side of the hedge? I was conscious of her thoughts, shared her uncertainties, nonewithstanding the struggle then going on in my own mind. But I remained quiet, and so did she, and the sleigh ultimately flew past us up the road. The sigh which broke from her

Starting point is 07:26:09 lips as this terror subsided brought my disordered thoughts to a focus. I must not keep her longer. Something must be said at once. As soon as she looked my way again, I spoke. Ella, this is no easy problem you have offered me. You are right in thinking that this testimony of yours might be of benefit to Arthur, and that you ought to give it in case of extremity. But I cannot advise you to obtrude it yet. I understand what it would cost you, and the sacrifice you would make is too great for the doubtful good which might follow. Neither must you trust me to act for you in this matter. My own position is too unstable for me to be of assistance to anyone. I can sympathize with you, possibly as no one else can, but I cannot reach Arthur, either by word or by message. Your father is the man to appeal to in case interference becomes necessary,

Starting point is 07:27:10 and you must speak. You have not quite the same fear of him that you have of your mother. take him into your confidence not now but later when things press and you must have a friend he is a just man you may shock his fatherly susceptibilities you may even lose some of his regard but he will do the right thing by you and arthur "'Have confidence that this is so, and rest, little friend, in the hope and help it gives you. "'Will you?' "'I will try. "'I could only tell father on my knees, but I will do it if—if I must.' "'She faltered out, unconsciously repeating her former phrase.

Starting point is 07:27:54 "'Now I must go. "'You have been good, only I asked too much.' "'And then, with no other farewell she left me and disappeared. up the walk. I lingered till I heard the faint click of her key in the door she had secretly made her own. Then I moved on. As I did so, I heard a rustle somewhere about me on street or lawn. I never knew whence it came, but I felt assured that neither her fears nor mine had been quite unfounded,

Starting point is 07:28:25 that a listener had been posted somewhere near us, and that a part, if not all we had said, had been overheard. i was furious for an instant then the soothing thought came that possibly providence had ordained that the gordian knot should be cut in just this way but the event bore no ostensible fruit the week ended and the case of the people against arthur cumberland was moved for trial end of chapter twenty three chapter twenty four of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this lib ofox recording is in the public domain recording by kirlin chapter twenty four all this stood it's fit this royal session do proceed and that without delay their arguments be now produced and heard king henry the eighth there was difficulty as you will conceive in selecting an unprejudiced jury but this once having been accomplished the case went quickly and smoothly on under the able guidance of the prosecuting attorney i shall spare you the opening details also much of the preliminary testimony enough that at the close of the sixth day the outlook was a serious one for arthur cumberland

Starting point is 07:30:05 the prosecution appeared to be making good its claims the quiet and unexpectedly dignified way in which at the beginning the defendant had faced the whole antagonistic court-room with this simple plea of not guilty was being slowly but surely forgotten in the accumulated proofs of his discontented life under his sister's dominating influence his desire for independence and a free use of the money held in trust for him by his sister under their father's will, the quarrels which such a situation would naturally evoke between characters cast in such different moulds, enactuated by such opposing tastes and principles, and the final culmination of the same, at the dinner-table when Adelaide forced him, as it were, to subscribe to her prohibition of all further use of liquor in their house. Following this evidence of motive, came the still more deadly. damaging one of opportunity. He was shown to have been in the clubhouse at or near the time of Adelaide's death.

Starting point is 07:31:14 The matter of the bottles was gone in tow and the event in Cuthbert Road. Then I was called to the stand, and my testimony asked for. I had prepared myself for the ordeal, and faced it unflinchingly. That I might keep intact the one point necessary to Carmel's safety, I met my inquisitors, now as before, with the utmost candor in all other respects. Indeed, in one particular, I was even more exact in my details than at any previous examination. Anxious to explain my agitated and hesitating advance through the clubhouse, prior to my discovery of the crime which had been committed there, I acknowledged that I had hitherto concealed that in my first entrance,

Starting point is 07:32:05 into the building, I had come upon a man's derby hat and coat hanging in the lower hall, and when questioned more minutely on the subject, allowed it to appear that it was owing to the disappearance of these articles during my stay upstairs, that I had been led into saying that someone had driven away from the whispering pines before the coming of the police. This, as you will see, was an open contradiction to my former statements that I had seen, an unknown party, thus tired, driving away through the upper gateway just as I entered the lower. But it was a contradiction which, while noted by Mr. Moffat, failed to injure me with the jury, and much less with the spectators.

Starting point is 07:32:52 The impression had become so firmly fixed in the public mind, and in that of certain officials as well, that my early hesitations and misstatements were owing to a brotherly anxiety to distract attention from, from Arthur, whose clothing they believed me to have recognized in these articles I have mentioned, that I rather gained than lost by what, under other circumstances, would have seriously damaged my testimony, that I should prevaricate even to my own detriment at a preliminary examination only to tell the truth openly and like a man, when in court, and under the sanctity of an oath was, in the popular estimation,

Starting point is 07:33:33 something to my credit, and Mr. Moffat, whose chief recommendation as counsel lay in his quick appreciation of the exigencies of the moment, did not press me too sharply on this point when he came to his cross-examination.

Starting point is 07:33:49 But in other respects he drove me hard. An effort was made by him, first of all, to discredit me as a witness. My lack of appreciation for Adelaide, and my secret but absorbing love for Carmel were inexorably brought out, also the easy, happy-go-lucky tenor of my life, and my dogged persistence in any course I thought consistent with my happiness. My character was well known in this town of my birth, and it would have been fully for me to attempt to gloss it over.

Starting point is 07:34:25 I had not even the desire to do so. If my since-exacted penance, I would pay it here and now and to the full. Only Carmel should not suffer. I refused to admit that she had given any evidences of returning my reckless passion. My tongue would not speak the necessary words, and it was not made to. It was not her character but mine

Starting point is 07:34:51 which Mr. Moffat was endeavouring to assail. But though I was thus shown for what I was, in a manner most public and undesirable, neither the rulings of the court nor the attitude of the jury betrayed any loss of confidence in me as a credible witness and seeing this the wily lawyer shifted his ground and confined himself to an endeavour to shake me on certain definite and important points how were the pillows heaped upon the couch what one at top what one at bottom which did i remove first and why did i remove any of them What had I expected to find? These questions answered, this still more to be dreaded ones followed, of just how my betrothed, looked, at the moment I uncovered her face.

Starting point is 07:35:45 Were the marks very plain upon her throat? How plain, and what did I mean by saying that I felt forced to lay my thumbs upon them? Was that a natural thing to do? Where was the candle at that moment? How many feet away? A candle does not give much light at that distance. Was I sure that I saw those marks immediately, that they were dark enough and visible enough

Starting point is 07:36:09 to draw my eyes from her face which would naturally attract my gaze first? It was horrible, devilish, but I won through, only to meet the still more disturbing question as to whether I saw any other evidences of strangulation besides the marks. I could only mention the appearance of the eyes, and when Mr. Moffat found that he could not shake me on this point, he branched off into a less harrowing topic and cross-examined me in regard to the ring. I had said that it was on her hand when I bade goodbye to her in her own house, and that it was not there when I came upon her dead. Had the fact made me curious to examine her hand?

Starting point is 07:36:52 No. Then I could not tell whether the finger on which she wore it gave any evidence of this ring having been pulled off with violence. No. I could not swear that in my opinion it was. I could not. The small flask of cordial, and the three glasses, one clean and the others showing signs of having been used, were next taken up, but with no result from the defense. I had told all I knew about these in my direct examination, also about such matters as the bottles found on the kitchen table, the leaving of my keys at the cumberland house, and the fact, well known, that the two bottles of wine left in the wine-vault, and tabulated by the steward, as so left

Starting point is 07:37:41 in the list found in my apartments, were of an exclusive brand unlikely to be found anywhere else in town. I could add nothing more, and having spoken the exact truth concerning them, from the very first, I ran no chance of contradicting my side. I ran no chance of contradicting my even under the close fire of the opposing counsel but there was a matter i dreaded to see him approach and which i was equally sure with an insight unshared i believe by any one else in the whole courtroom was equally dreaded by the prisoner this was the presence in the club-house chimney of the half-burned ladder i had long ago been compelled in my own defence to acknowledge having written to the victim's young sister Carmel Cumberland. As I saw District Attorney Fox about to enter upon this topic, I gathered myself together to meet the onslaught, for in this matter I could not be strictly truthful, since the least slip on my part might awaken the whole world to the fact that it could

Starting point is 07:38:47 only have come there through the agency of Carmel herself. What Mr. Moffat thought of it, what he hoped to prove in the prisoner's behalf by raking this subject over, it was left for me to discover later. The prisoner was an innocent man in his eyes. I was not, and while the time had not come for him to make this openly apparent, he was not able showing even now that the case contained a factor which weakened the prosecution. A factor totally dissociated with the openly accepted theory,

Starting point is 07:39:23 that the crime was simply the result of personal cupidity and drunken spite. And in this he was right. It did weaken it, weakened it, to the point of collapse, if the counsel for the defence had fully acted up to his opportunity. But something withheld him. Just at the moment when I feared the truth must come out, he hesitated and veered gradually away from this subject. In his nervous pacings to and fro before the witness stand,

Starting point is 07:39:55 his eye had rested for a moment on Arthur. and with this result. This situation was saved, but at a great loss to the defendant. I began to cherish softened feelings towards Arthur Cumberland from this moment. Was it then or later that he began in his turn

Starting point is 07:40:16 to cherish new and less hostile feelings toward myself? He had hated me and vowed my death if I escaped the fate he could now dimly see opening out before himself. Yet I could see that he was glad to see me slip from my tormentous hands with my story unimpeached, and that he drew his breath more deeply, and with more evidence of freedom, now that my testimony had been thoroughly sifted, and nothing had come to light implicating Carmel.

Starting point is 07:40:46 I even thought I caught a kindly gleam in his eye as it met mine at this critical juncture, and by its light I understood my man and what he hoped from me. He wished me at any risk to himself to unite with him in saving Carmel's good name. That I should accede to this, that I should respect his generous wishes, and let him go to unmerited destruction for even so imperative an obligation as we both lay under, was a question for the morrow. I could not decide upon it to-day, not while the smallest hope remained, that he would yet escape conviction by other means.

Starting point is 07:41:27 means, then the one which would wreck the life we were both intend on saving. Several short examinations followed mine, all telling in their nature, all calculated to fix in the minds of the jury the following facts. Pray pardon the repetition. It is necessary to present the case to you just as it stood at this period of my greatest struggle. 1. That Arthur, swayed by cupidity and moved to rage by the scene at the dinner-table, had, by some unknown means of a more or less violent character, prevailed upon Adelaide to accompany him to the whispering pines, in the small cutter, to which, in the absence of every servant about the place, he himself had harnessed the grey mare. 2. That in preparation for this visit to a spot remote from observation and closed against all visitors, they, still for some unknown reason, had carried between them a candlestick and candle, a flask of cordial, three glasses, and a small bottle marked poison, also some papers, letters or scraps of correspondence, among them the compromising liner had written to Carmel.

Starting point is 07:42:47 3. That while in this building, at an hour not yet settled, a second altercation had arisen between them, or some attempt been made by the brother which had alarmed Adelaide and sent her flying to the telephone, in great agitation, with an appeal to the police for help. This telephone was in a front room, and the jury was led to judge that she had gained access to it, while her companion ransacked the Weinwald, and brought the six bottles of spirit up from the cellar. 4. That her outcry had alarmed the prisoner in his turn, causing him to leave most of the bottles below and hasten up to the room, where he completed the deed with which he had previously threatened her. 5. That poison having failed, he resorted to strangulation, after which, or before, came the room. robbery of her ring, the piling up of the cushions over the body in a vain endeavor to hide the

Starting point is 07:43:53 dead, or to prolong the search for the victim. Then the departure, the locking of the front door behind the perpetrator, the flight of the grey horse and cutter through the blinding storm, the blowing off of the driver's hat, the identification of the same by means of the flower mark left on its brim by the mechanic's wife, the present, the present of the driver's hat, the identification of the presence of a portion of one of the two abstracted bottles in the stable where the horse was put up, and the appearance of Arthur, with the other bottle at the door of the inn in Cuthbert Road, just as the clock was striking half-past eleven. This later fact might have been regarded as proving an alibi, owing to the length of road

Starting point is 07:44:42 between the cumberland house and the place just mentioned, if there had not been a short cut to town open to him by means of a door in the wall, separating the cumberland and fulton grounds. A door which was found unlocked, and with the key in it, by Zadok Brown, the coachman, when he came home about three next morning. All this stood, not an item of this testimony could be shaken. Most of it was true, some of it false, but what was false so unassailable by any ordinary means, that, as I have already said, the clouds seemed settling heavily over Arthur Cumberland when, at the end of the sixth day, the proceedings closed. The night that followed was a heavy one for me. Then came the fateful morrow, and after that,

Starting point is 07:45:36 the day of days destined to make a lifelong impression on all who attended this trial. End of Chapter 24. Chapter 25 Part 1 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Libovox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Carolyn Chapter 25 Part 1 I am innocent. All is oblique.

Starting point is 07:46:11 There's nothing level in our cursed natures but direct villainy. Therefore be abhorred all things. feasts, societies, and throngs of men, his semblable, yeah himself, Tyman disdains. Timon of Athens I was early in my seat, feeling the momentousness of the occasion, for this day must decide my action for or against a prisoner, I searched the faces of the jury, of the several counsel, and of the judge. I was anxious to know what I had to expect from them, in case my conscience got the better of my devotion to Carmel's interests,

Starting point is 07:46:59 and led me into that declaration of the real facts, which was forever faltering on my tongue, without having as yet received the final impetches which could only end in speech. To give him his rightful precedence, the judge showed an impenetrable countenance, but a little change from that with which he had faced us all from the start he like most of the men involved in these proceedings had been a close friend of the prisoner's father and in his capacity of judge in this momentous trial had had to content with his personal predilections possibly with concealed sympathies if not with equally well-concealed prejudices this had lent to his aspect a sternness never observable in it before but no man even the captious mr moffat had seriously questioned his rulings and whatever the cause to himself he had up to this time held the scales of justice so evenly that it would have taken an audacious mind to have ventured on an interpretation of his real attitude or mental leaning in this case from this imposing presence nobly sustained by a well-proportioned figure and a head and face indicative of intellect and every kindly attribute i turned to gaze upon mr fox and his colleagues one spirit seemed to animate them confidence in their case and unqualified satisfaction at its present status i was conscious of a certain ironic impulse to smile as i noted the eager whisper and the bustle of preparation with which they settled upon their next witness and prepared to open their batteries upon him

Starting point is 07:49:01 how easily i could call down that high look and into what a turmoil i could throw them all by an ingenuous demand to be recalled to the stand but the psychological moment had not yet come and i subdued the momentary impulse and proceeded with my scrutiny of the people about me the jury looked tired with the exception of one especially alert little man who drank in even the most uninteresting details with avidity but they all had good faces and none could doubt their interest or that they were fully alive to the significance of the occasion Mr. Moffat, leading counsel for the defendant, was a spare man of unusual height, modified a little and only a little, by the forward droop of his shoulders. Nervous in manner, quick, short, sometimes rasping in speech, he had the changeful eye and mobile expression of a very sensitive nature, and from him, if from anyone, I might hope to learn how much or how little are

Starting point is 07:50:13 Arthur had to fear from the day's proceedings. But Mr. Moffat's countenance was not as readable as usual. He looked preoccupied, a strange thing for him, and instead of keeping his eye on the witness, as was his habitual practice, he allowed it to wander over the sea of heads before him, with a curious expectant interest which aroused my own curiosity, and led me to hunt about for its cause. my first glance was unproductive i saw only the usual public such as had confronted us the whole week with curious and increasing interest but as i searched further i discerned in an inconspicuous corner

Starting point is 07:50:59 the bowed head veiled almost beyond recognition of ella fulton it was her first appearance in court each day i had anticipated her presence and each day i had failed to see my anticipation realized. But she was here now, and so were her father and her cold and dominating mother, and beholding her thus accompanied, I fancied I understood Mr. Moffat's poorly concealed excitement. But another glance at Mrs. Fulton assured me that I was mistaken in this hasty surmise. No such serious purpose, as I feared, lay back of their presence here to-day. curiosity alone explained it and as i realized what this meant and how little understanding it betokened of the fierce struggle then going on in the timid breast of their distracted child a sickening sense of my own responsibility drove carmel's beauty and carmel's claims temporarily from my mind and following the direction of ella's thoughts if not her glances i sought in the face of the prisoner a recognition of a her presence, if not of the promise this presence brought him.

Starting point is 07:52:17 His eye had just fallen on her. I was assured of this by the sudden softening of his expression, the first real softening I had ever seen in it. It was bought a momentary flush, but it was unmistakable in its character, as was his speedy returned to his former stolidity. Whatever his thoughts were at sight of his little sweet, heart, he meant to hide them even from his counsel, most of all from his counsel I decided after a further contemplation of them both. If Mr. Moffat still showed nervousness, it was from some other

Starting point is 07:52:55 reason than anxiety about this little body hiding from sight behind the proudly held figures of father and mother. The opening testimony of the day, while not vital, was favorable to the prosecution in that it showed Arthur's conduct since the murder to have been inconsistent with perfect innocence. His belated return at noon the next day, raging against a man who had been found in an incriminating position on the scene of crime, while at the same time failing to betray his own presence there till driven to it by accumulating circumstances and the persistent inquiries of the police, the care he took to avoid drink, though, constant tippling was habitual to him, and formed the great cause of quarrel between himself

Starting point is 07:53:47 and the murdered Adelaide, his haunting off Carmel's door and anxious listening for any words she might let fall in her delirium, this suspicion which she constantly betrayed of the nurse, when for any reason he was led to conclude that she had heard something which he had not, his behaviour at the funeral, and finally his action and demanded to have the casket-lit remuner, that he might look again in the face he had made no effort to gaze upon when opportunity offered, and time and place were seemly. These facts, and many more were brought forward in grim array against a prisoner, with but little opposition from his counsel, and small betrayal of feeling on the part of Arthur himself. His stolid face had remained stolid even when the ring which had fallen out of his sister's casket was shown to the jury,

Starting point is 07:54:40 and the connection made between its presence there and the intrusion of his hand into the same on the occasion above mentioned. This once thoughtless, pleasure-loving, and hopelessly dissipated boy had not miscalculated his nerve. It was sufficient for an ordeal which might have tried the courage and self-possession

Starting point is 07:55:03 of the most hardened criminal. Then came the great event of the day in anticipation of the day, in anticipation of which the courtroom had been packed, and every heart within it awakened by slow degrees to a state of great nervous expectancy. The prosecution rested, and the junior counsel for the defense opened his case to the jury. If I had hoped for any startling disclosure, calculated to establish his client's alleged alibi, or otherwise to free the same from the definite charge of murder, I had reason to, be greatly disappointed by this maiden effort of a young and inexperienced lawyer.

Starting point is 07:55:45 If not exactly weak, there was an unexpected vagueness in his statements which seemed quite out of keeping with the emphatic declaration which he made on the prisoner's innocence. Even Arthur was sensible of the bad effect, made by this preliminary address. More than once during its delivery, and notably at its conclusion, he turned to mr moffat with a bitter remark which was not without effect on that gentleman's cheek and at once called forth a retort stinging enough to cause arthur to sink back into his place with the first sign of restlessness i had observed in him "'Moffet is sly. "'Moffet has something up his sleeve. "'I will wait till he sees fit to show it,' was my thought.

Starting point is 07:56:38 "'Then as I caught a wild and pleading look from Ella, "'I added in positive assertion to myself. "'And so must she.' "'Ansoring her unspoken appeal with an admonitory shake of the head, "'I carelessly let my fingers rest upon my mouth until I saw that she understood me, and was prepared to follow my lead for a little while longer. My satisfaction at this was curtailed by the calling of Arthur Cumberland

Starting point is 07:57:09 to the stand to witness in his own defence. I had dreaded this contingency. I saw that for some reason both his counsel and associate counsel were not without their own misgivings as to the result of their somewhat doubtful experiment. a change was observable in this degenerate son of the cumberland's since many there had confronted him face to face physically he was improved enough time had elapsed since his sudden dropping of old habits for him to have risen above its first effects and to have acquired that tone of personal dignity which follows a successful issue to any moral conflict but otherwise the difference was such as to arouse doubt as to the real man lurking behind his dogged uncommunicative manner even with the knowledge of his motives which i believed myself to possess i was adelaus to understand his indifference to self and the immobility of manner he maintained under all circumstances and during every fluctuation which took place in the presentation of his case or in the temper of the people of the people's

Starting point is 07:58:23 surrounding him. I felt that beyond the one fact that he could be relied upon to protect Carmel's name and Carmel's character, even to the jeopardizing of his case, he was not to be counted on, and might yet startle many of us, and most notably of all, the little woman waiting to hear what he had to say in his own defense before she threw herself into the breach and made that devoted attempt to save him in his own despite which had been my terror from the first and was my terror now perjury but not in his own defence rather in opposition to it that is what his counsel had to fear and i wondered if they knew it my attention became absorbed in the puzzle carmel's fate if not ella's and certainly my own hung upon the issue this i knew and this i faced calmly but very surely as the preliminary questions having been answered mr moffat proceeded

Starting point is 07:59:30 the witness's name having been demanded and given and some other preliminary formalities gone through he was asked mr cumberland did you have any quarrel with your sister during the afternoon or evening of december the second i did then as if not satisfied with this simple statement he blurted forth and it wasn't the first i hated the discipline she imposed upon me and the disapproval she showed of my ways and the manner in which i chose to spend my money a straightforward expression of feeling but hardly a judicious one george edwards glanced in some surprise from mr moffat to the daring man who could choose thus to usher in his defence and then forgetting his own emotions in his indistinctive desire for order rapped sharply with his gavel in correction of the audible expression of the little feeling on the part of the expectant audience Mr. Moffat, apparently unaffected by this result of his daring move, pursued his cause with the quiet determination of one who sees his goal and is working deliberately towards it. Do you mind particularizing? Of what did she especially disapprove in your conduct or way of spending money? She disapproved of my fondness for drink. She didn't like my late hours. or the condition in which I frequently came home.

Starting point is 08:01:08 I did not like her expressions of displeasure, or the way she frequently cut me short when I wanted to have a good time with my friends. We never agreed. I made her suffer often and unnecessarily. I regretted now. She was a better sister to me than I could then understand. This was uttered slowly,

Starting point is 08:01:32 and with a quiet emphasis which reawakened that excited hum, the judge had been at such pains to quell a moment before but he did not quell it now he seemed to have forgotten his duty in the strong interest called up by these admissions from the tongue of the most imperturbable prisoner he had had before him in years mr moffat with an eye on district attorney fox who had shown his surprise at the trend the examination was taking by a slight indication of uneasiness grateful enough no doubt to the daring counsellor went on with his examination mr cumberland will you tell us when you first felt this change of opinion in regard to your sister mr fogg's leap to his feet then he slowly reseated himself evidently he thought it best to let the prisoner have his full say possibly he may have regretted his leniency the next moment when with a solemn lowering of his head arthur answered when i saw my home desolated in one dreadful night with one sister dead in the house the victim of violence and another delirious from fright or some other analogous cause i had ample time to think and i used that time that's all simple words read or repeated but in that crowded courtroom with every ear strained to catch the lie which seemed the only refuge for the man

Starting point is 08:03:12 so hemmed in by circumstance, these words, uttered without the least attempt at effect, fell with a force which gave new life to such as wished to see this man acquitted. His counsel, as if anxious to take advantage of this very expectation to heighten the effect of what followed, proceeded immediately to inquire, When did you see your sister Adelaide for the last time alive? A searching question. What would be his reply? A very quiet one. That night at the dinner table, when I left the room I turned to look at her. She was not looking at me, so I slammed the door and went upstairs. In an hour or so I had left the house to get a drink. I got the drink, but I never saw Adelaide again till I saw her in her coffin. This blunt denial of the crime for which he stood there arraigned fell on my heart with a weight which showed me how inextinguishable is the hope we cherish deep down under all surface convictions.

Starting point is 08:04:26 I had been unconscious of this hope, but it was there. It seemed to die a double death at these words, for I believed him. Courage is needed for a lie. There were no signs visible in him. him as yet of his having drawn upon this last resource of the despairing i should know it when he did he could not hide the subtle change from me to others this declaration came with greater or less force according as it was viewed in the light of a dramatic trick of mr moffat's or as the natural outburst of a man fighting for his life in his own way and with his own weapons I could not catch the eye of Ella cowering low in her seat, so I could not judge what tender cords had been struck in her sensitive breast by these two assertions so dramatically offset against each other. The one, his antagonism to the dead, the other, his freedom from the crime in which that antagonism was supposed to have culminated.

Starting point is 08:05:34 Mr. Moffat, satisfied so far, put his next question with equal direct. "'Mr. Cumberland, you have mentioned seeing your sister in her coffin. When was this?' At the close of her funeral, just before she was carried out. Was that the first and only time you had seen her so placed? It was. Had you seen the casket itself prior to this moment of which you speak? I had not. Had you been need to be. hear it had you handled it in any way no sir mr cumberland you have heard mention made of a ring worn by your sister in life but missing from her finger after death i have you remember this ring i do is this it it is so far as i can judge at this distance hand the ring to the witness ordered the judge The ring was so handed. He glanced at it and said bitterly,

Starting point is 08:06:47 I recognize it. It was her engagement ring. Was this ring on her finger that night at the dinner-table? I cannot say positively, but I believe so. I should have noticed its absence. Why, may I ask? For the first time the prisoner flushed, and the look he darted at it. his counsel had the sting of a reproach in it, yet he answered,

Starting point is 08:07:15 "'It was the token of an engagement I didn't believe in or like. I should have hailed any proof that this engagement was off.' Mr. Moffat smiled enigmatically. "'Mr. Cumberland, if you are not sure of having seen this ring, then, when did you see it, and where?' A rustle from end to end of that crowded courtroom. this was an audacious move what was coming what would be the answer of a man who was believed not only to have made himself a possessor of this ring but to have taken a most strange and uncanny method of disposing of it afterward in the breathless hush which followed this first involuntary expression of feeling arthur's voice rose harsh but steady in this reply i saw it when the police showed it to me and asked me if i could identify it was that the only time you have seen it up to the present moment instinctively the witness's right hand rose it was as if he were mentally repeating his oath before he uttered coldly and with emphasis though without any show of emotion it is

Starting point is 08:08:35 The universal silence gave way to a universal sigh of excitement and relief. District Attorney Fox's lips curled with an imperceptible smile of disdain, which might have impressed the jury if they had been looking his way. But they were all looking with eager and interested eyes at the prisoner, who had just uttered his second distinct and unequivocal denial. End of Chapter 25, Part 1. chapter twenty five part two of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libovox recording is in the public domain recording by kirlin chapter twenty five part two i am innocent mr moffat noted this and his own lip curled but with a very different show of feeling from that which had animated his distinguished opponent without waiting for the present sentiment to call he proceeded immediately with his examination

Starting point is 08:09:44 you swear that you have seen this ring but once since the night of your sister's death and that was when it was shown you in the coroner's office i do does this mean that it was not in your possession at any time during that interim it certainly does mr cumberland more than one witness has testified to the fact of your having been seen to place your hand in the casket of your sister before the eyes of the minister and of others attending her funeral is this true it is was not this a most unusual thing to do perhaps i was not thinking about that i had a duty to perform and i performed it a duty will you explain to the jury what duty the witness's head rose then sank he as well as every one else seemed to be impressed by the solemnity of the moment though the innocent intensity of my own interest would not allow my eyes to wander from his face, I could imagine the strained look in Ella's as she awaited his words. They came in another instant, but with less steadiness than he had shown before. I even thought I could detect a tremor in his muscles,

Starting point is 08:11:13 as well as in his voice. I had rebelled against my sister's wishes. I had grieved and deceived her up to the very night of her foul and unnatural death, and all through drink. Here his eye flushed, and for that fleeting moment he looked a man. I wished to take an oath, an oath I would remember. It was for this purpose I ordered the casket opened, and thrust my fingers through the flowers I found there. When my fingers touched my sister's brow, I inwardly, swore never to taste liquor again. I have kept that oath. Difficult as it was in my state of mind,

Starting point is 08:11:59 and with all my troubles, I have kept it, and been misunderstood in doing so, he added, in lower tones, and with just a touch of bitterness. It was such an unexpected explanation, and so calculated to cause a decided and favorable reaction in the minds of those who had looked upon this a special act of his, as a irrefutable proof of guilt, that it was but natural that some show of public feelings should follow. But this was checked almost immediately, and Mr. Moffat's voice was heard rising again in his strange, but telling examination. When you thrust your hand in to take this oath, did you drop anything into your sister's casket? I did not. My hand was empty. I held no ring and I dropped none in. I simply touched her forehead. This added to the

Starting point is 08:12:59 feeling, and in another instant the excitement might have risen into hubbub, had not the emotions of one little woman found vent in a low and sobbing cry which relieved the tension and gave just the relief needed to hold in check the overstrained feelings of the crowd. I knew the voice and cast one quick glance that way, in time to see Ella sinking affrightedly out of sight under the dismayed looks of father and mother. Then, anxious to note whether the prisoner had recognized her too, looked hastily back to find him standing quietly and unmoved, with his eyes on his counsel, and his lips set in the stern line, which was slowly changing his expression. That counsel, strangely alive to the temper and feelings of his audience,

Starting point is 08:13:53 waited just long enough for the few simple and solemn words, uttered by the accused man to produce their full effect, then, with the side-glance at Mr. Fox, whose equanimity he had at last succeeded in disturbing, and whose cross-examination of the prisoner he had still to fear, continued his own examination by demanding why, when the ring was discovered in Adelaide's casket, and he saw what inferences would be drawn from the fact, he had not made an immediate public explanation of his conduct, and the reasons he had had for putting his hand there.

Starting point is 08:14:31 I am not a moff, shut from the prisoner's lips, in his old manner. A man who would take such an oath, in such a way, and at such a time is not the man to talk about it until he is forced to. I would not talk about it now.' He was checked at this point, but the glimpse we thus obtained of the natural man, in his indignant and sullen outburst, following so quickly upon the solemn declarations of the moment before, did more for him in the minds of those present than the suavest and most discreet answer given under the instigation of his counsel. Every face showed pleasure, and for a short space,

Starting point is 08:15:13 if for no longer all who listened were disposed to accept his assertions and accord the benefit of doubt to this wayward son of an esteemed father to me who had hoped nothing from moffat's efforts this substantial nature of the defence thus openly made manifest broad reanimation and an unexpected confidence in the future the question as to who had dropped the ring into the casket if arthur had not the innocent children the grieving servants was latent of course in every breast but it had not yet reached the point demanding expression meanwhile the examination proceeded mr cumberland you have stated that you did not personally drop this ring into the place where it was ultimately found can you tell us of your own knowledge who did i cannot i know nothing about the ring i was much surprised probably more surprised than any one else to hear of its discovery in that place the slip and it was a slip for him to introduce that more was immediately taken advantage of by his counsel you say more why should it be more of a surprise to you than any one else to learn where this missing engagement ring of your sisters had been found again that look of displeasure directed towards his questioner and a certain additional hardness in his reply when he finally made it i was her brother i had a brother's antipathies and rightful suspicions i could not see how that ring came to be where it was when the only one interested in its restoration was in prison

Starting point is 08:17:07 this was a direct blow at myself and of course called mr fox to his feet with the motion to strike out this answer an altercation followed between him and mr moffat which deeply as it involved my life and reputation failed to impress me, as it might otherwise have done, if my whole mind had not been engaged in reconciling the difficulty about this ring, with what I knew of Carmel, and the probability which existed of her having been responsible for its removal from her sister's hand. But Carmel had been ill since, desperately ill and unconscious. She could have nothing to do with its disposal afterwards among the flowers at her sister's funeral. Nor had she been in a condition to delegate this act of concealment to another. Who, then, had been the intermediary in this business?

Starting point is 08:18:01 The question was no longer a latent one in my mind. It was an insistent one, compelling me either to discredit Arthur's explanation, in which case anything might be believed of him, or to accept for good and all this new theory that some person of unknown identity had played an accessory's part in this crime, whose full burden I had hitherto laid upon the shoulders of the impetuous Carmel. Either hypothesis brought light. I began to breathe again the air of hope,

Starting point is 08:18:34 and if observed at that moment must have presented the odd spectacle of a man rejoicing in his own shame and accepting with positive uplift, the inevitable stigma cast upon his honour by the suggestive sentence just hurled at him by an indignant witness. The point raised by the district attorney having been ruled upon and sustained by the court, Mr. Moffat made no effort to carry his inquiries any further in the direction indicated, but I could say, with all my inexperience of the law and the ways of attorneys before a jury, that the episode had produced its inevitable result,

Starting point is 08:19:17 and that my position, as a man released from suspicion, had received a shock the results of which i might yet be made to feel a moment's pause followed during which some of mr moffat's nervousness returned he eyed the prisoner doubtfully found him stoical and as self-contained as at the beginning of his examination and plunged into a topic which most people had expected him to avoid i certainly had and felt all the uncertainty and secret alarm which in unexpected move occasions were the issue is momentous with life or death i was filled with terror not for the man on trial but for my secret was it shared by the defence was mr moffat armed with the knowledge i thought confined to myself and arthur had the latter had the latter betrayed the cause i had been led to believe he was ready to risk his life to defend had i mistaken his gratitude to myself or had i underrated mr moffat's insight or powers of persuasion we had just been made witness to one triumph on the part of this able lawyer in a quarter deemed unassailable by the prosecution were we about to be made witness of another i felt the sweat start on my forehead and was only able to force myself into some show of self-possession by the

Starting point is 08:20:47 evident lack of perfect assurance with which this same lawyer now addressed his client the topic which had awakened in me these doubts and consequent agitation will appear from the opening question mr Cumberland to return to the night of your sister's death Can you tell us what overcoat you put on when leaving your house?' Arthur was astonished and certainly as disconcerted, if not as seriously alarmed as I was, by this extraordinary move. Surprise, anger, then some deeper feeling rang in his voice as he replied, I cannot. I took down the first I saw and the first hat. The emphasis placed on the last three words

Starting point is 08:21:37 May have been meant as a warning to his audacious counsel, But if so, it was not he did. Took down. Took down from where? From the rack in the hall where I hang my things, The side hall leading from the door where we usually go out. Have you many coats? Overcoats, I mean. More than one. And you do not know which one you do not know which one you.

Starting point is 08:22:03 you put on that cold night? I do not. But you know what one you wore back? No. Shored, sharp, and threatening was this no. A war was on between this man and his counsel, and the wonder it occasion was visible in every eye. Perhaps Mr. Moffat realized this. This was what he had dreaded, perhaps. At all events, He proceeded with his strange task, in apparent oblivion of everything but his own purpose. You do not know what one you wore back? I do not. You have seen the hat and coat which have been shown here and sworn to,

Starting point is 08:22:51 as being the ones in which he appeared on your return to the house, the day following your sister's murder. I have. Also, the hat and coat found on a rounder. remote hook in the closet under the stairs bearing the flower mark on its under brim yes that too yet cannot say which of these two overcoats you put on when you left your home an hour or so after finishing your dinner trapped by his own lawyer visibly and remorselessly trapped the blood shooting suddenly into the astonished prisoner's face was reflected on the the cheeks of the other lawyers present. Even Mr. Moffat betrayed his surprise, but it was a surprise not untinged by apprehension.

Starting point is 08:23:43 Mr. Moffat must feel very sure of himself to venture thus far. I, who feared to ask myself a course of his assurance, could only wait, and search the partially visible face of little Ella, for an enlightenment which was no more to be found there than in the swollen features of the outraged Arthur. The excitement which this event caused afforded the latter some few moments in which to quell his own indignation, and when he spoke it was passionately, yet not without some effort at restrained. I cannot.

Starting point is 08:24:22 I was in no condition to notice. I was bent on going into town, and immediately upon coming downstairs I went straight to the wreck and pulled on the first time. things that offered. It appeared to be a perfect giveaway, and it was, but it was rather a giveaway which I feared threatened Carmel rather than her brother. Mr. Moffat, still nervous, still avoiding the prisoner's eye, relentlessly pursued his

Starting point is 08:24:52 course, unmindful, willfully so, it appeared, of the harm he was doing himself, as well as the witness. Mr. Cumberland, wear a coat and a hat all that you took from that hall. No, I took a key, a key from the bunch which I saw lying on the table. Did you recognize this key? I did. What key was it? It belonged to Mr. Rennelay, and was the key to the Klepp House Weinwald.

Starting point is 08:25:27 Where did you put it after taking it up? In my trousers' pocket. what did you do then went out of course without seeing anybody of course of course whom should i see it was angrily sad and the flush which had begun to die away slowly made its way back into his cheeks are you willing to repeat that you saw no one there was no one a lie all knew it all felt it the man was perjuring himself under his own counsel's persistent questioning on a point which that counsel had evidently been warned by him to avoid i was assured of this by the way moffat failed to meet arthur's eye as he pressed on hastily and in a way to forestall all opposition there are two ways of leaving your house for the city which way did you take the shortest i went through my neighbor's grounds on housted street immediately as soon as i could i don't know what you mean by immediately didn't you stop at the stable a pause during which more than one person present said breathless these questions were

Starting point is 08:26:55 were what might be expected from Mr. Fox in cross-examination. They seemed totally unsuited to a direct examination at the hands of his own counsel. What did such an innovation mean? Yes, I stopped at the stable. What to do? To look at the horses. Why? One of them had gone lame.

Starting point is 08:27:21 I wanted to see his condition. Was it the— the grey mare. Had the defence changed places with the prosecution? It looked like it, and Arthur looked as if he considered Mr. Morpett guilty of the unheard-of, inexplainable act of cross-examining his own witness. The situation was too tempting for Mr. Fox to resist calling additional attention to it. With an assumption of extreme consideration, he leaned forward and,

Starting point is 08:27:55 muttered under his breath to his nearest colleague, but still loud enough for those about him to hear. The prisoner must know that he is not bound to answer questions when such answers tend to incriminate him. A lightning glance shot in his direction was the eloquent advocate's sole reply. But Arthur, nettled into speaking, answered the question put him in a loud, quick tone. it was not the gray mare but i went up to the gray mare before going out i patted her and bade her to be a good girl where was she then where she belonged in her stall the tones had sunk so had the previously lifted head he no longer commanded universal sympathy or credence the effect of his former avowals was almost gone yet mr moffat could smile as i noticed this and recognized the satisfaction at evinced my heart went on in great trouble this esteemed advocate the hero of a hundred cases was not afraid to have it known that arthur had harnessed that mare he even wanted it known why there could be but one answer to that or so i thought at the moment

Starting point is 08:29:23 the next i did not know what to think for he failed to pursue this subject and simply asked arthur if upon leaving he had locked the stable door yes no i don't remember was the bungling and greatly confused reply mr moffat glanced at the jury the smile still upon his lips did he wish to impress that body with the embarrassment of his client. Relate what followed. I am sure the jury will be glad to hear your story from your own lips. It's a beastly one, but if I've got to tell it, here it is. I went straight down to Cuthbert Road and across the fields to the clubhouse. I had not taken the key to the front door, because I knew of a window I could shake loose. I did this and went immediately down to the wine vault. I used an election. I used an election. torch of my own for light. I pulled out several bottles and carried them up to the kitchen, meaning to light the gas, kindle of fire, and have a good time generally. But I soon found that I must

Starting point is 08:30:37 do without light if I stayed there. The meter had been taken out, and to drink by the flash of an electric torch was anything but a pleasing prospect. Besides, here he flashed at his counselor a glance, which for a moment took that gentleman aback. I had heard certain vague sounds in the house which alarmed me, as well as roused my curiosity. Choosing the bottle I liked best, I went to investigate these sounds. Mr. Moffat started. His witness was having his revenge.

Starting point is 08:31:13 Kept in ignorance of his counsel's plan of defence, he was evidently advancing testimony new to that council. I had not thought the lad so subtle, and quaked in secret contemplation of the consequences. So did some others, but the interest was intense. He had heard sounds. He acknowledged it. But what sounds? Observing the excitement he had caused, and gratified, perhaps,

Starting point is 08:31:41 that he had succeeded in driving that faint but unwelcome smile from Mr. Moffett's lips, Arthur hastened to add, but I did not complete my investigations. Arrived at the top of the stairs, I heard what drove me from the house at once. It was my sister's voice, Adelaide's. She was in the building, and I stood almost on a level with her,

Starting point is 08:32:06 with a bottle in my pocket. It did not take me a minute to clamber through the window. I did not stop to wonder, or ask why she was there, or to whom she was speaking. I just fled and made my way as well as, I could across the gulf links to a little hotel on Cuthbert Road, where I had been once before. There I emptied my bottle, and was so overcome by it that I did not return home till noon the next day.

Starting point is 08:32:34 It was on the way to the hill that I was told of the awful occurrence which had taken place in the clubhouse after I had left it. That sobered me. I have been sober ever since. Mr. Moffat's smile came back. One might have said that he had been rather pleased than otherwise by the introduction of this unexpected testimony. But I doubt if anyone but myself witnessed this evidence of good humour on his part. Arthur's attitude, and Arthur's manner had drawn all eyes to himself. As the last words I have recorded, left his lips, he had raised his hands and confronted the jury with a straightforward

Starting point is 08:33:19 gaze. The sturdiness and immobility of his aspect were impressive, in spite of his plain features, and the still unmistakable signs of long-cherished discontent and habitual dissipation. He had struck bottom with his feet, and there he would stand, or so I thought as I levelled my own glances at him. But I had not fully sounded all of Alonso Moffat's resources. that inscrutable lawyer and not easily to be understood man seemed determined to mar every good impression this unfortunate client managed to make ignoring the new facts just given undoubtedly thinking that they would be amply sifted in the coming cross-examination he drew the attention of the prisoner to himself by the following question will you tell us again how many bottles of wine you took from the clap-house one no i'm not sure about that i'm not sure of anything i had only one when at the inn in cuthbert road

Starting point is 08:34:31 you remember but one i had but one one was enough i had trouble in carrying that was the ground slippery it was snowy and it was snowy and it was uneven. I stumbled more than once on crossing the links. Mr. Cumberland, is there anything you would like to say in your own defence before I closed this examination? The prisoner thus appealed to let his eye rest for a moment on the judge, then on the jury, and finally on one little white face lifted from the crowd before him as if to meet and absorb his look. Then he straightened himself, in a quiet and perfectly natural voice uttered these words nothing but this i am innocent end of chapter twenty five part two chapter twenty six of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libivox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter twenty six the syllable of doom i alit on a great ship lightning split and speeded hither on the sigh of one who gave an enemy his plank then plunged aside to die prometheus unbound recess followed clifton and i had the opportunity of exchanging a few words he was voluble i was reticent i felt obliged to hide from him the true cause of the deep agitation under which i was laboring

Starting point is 08:36:25 attached as he was to me keenly as he must have felt my anomalous position he was too full of moffitt's unwarrantable introduction of testimony damaging to his client to the think or talk of anything else. He has laid him open to attack on every side. Fox has bought to follow his lead, and the thing is done. Poor Arthur may be guilty, but he certainly should have every chance a careful lawyer could give him. You can see, he makes it very evident that he has no further use for Mofford. I wonder under whose advice he chose him for his counsel.

Starting point is 08:37:06 I have never thought much of my own. "'Moffered myself. He wins his cases, but—' "'He will win this,' I muttered. "'Clifton started, looked at me very closely for a minute, "'pailed a little, I fear that I was very pale myself, "'but did not ask the question rising to his lips. "'There is method in the madness of a man like that, "'I pursued with a gloom I could not entirely conceal.

Starting point is 08:37:36 "'He has come upon some evidence which, she has not even communicated to his client. At least I fear so. We must be prepared for any untoward event. Then, noticing Clifton's alarm and wishing to confine it within safe bounds, I added. I feel that I am almost as much on trial as Arthur himself. Naturally, I am anxious at the appearance of anything I do not understand. Clifton frowned.

Starting point is 08:38:05 We were quite alone. leaning forward he touched my arm. Elwood, said he, you have not been quite open with me. I smiled. If half the bitterness and sorrow in my heart went into that smile, it must have been a sad and bitter one indeed. You have a right to reproach me, said I,

Starting point is 08:38:28 but not wholly. I did not deceive you in essentials. You may still believe me as guiltless of Adelaide's violent death as a man can be who drove her and hers into misery which death alone could end i will believe it he muttered i must and he dropped the subject as he made me see for ever i drew a deep breath of relief i had come very near to revealing my secret when we returned to the courtroom we found it already packed with a very subdued and breathless crowd it differed somewhat for from the one which had faced us in the morning, but Ella and her parents were there, and many others of the acknowledged friends of the accused and of his family. He himself wore the heavy and dogged air, which became him least.

Starting point is 08:39:22 Physically refreshed, he carried himself boldly, but it was a boldness which convinced me that any talk he may have had with his lawyer had been no more productive of comfort than the one I had held with mine. as he took the witness-chair and prepared to meet the cross-examination of the district attorney a solemn hush settled upon the room would the coming ordeal rob his brow of its present effrontery or would he continue to bear himself with the same surly dignity which misunderstood as it was produced its own effect and at certain moments seemed to shake even the confidence of mr fox settled as he seemed to be in his own effect and at certain moments seemed to shake even the confidence of mr fox settled as he seemed to be in his own belief in the integrity of his cause and the right of the prosecution. Shaken or not, his attack was stern, swift, and to the point. Was the visit you made to the wine vault on the evening of the 2nd of December, the first one you had ever paid there? No, I had been there

Starting point is 08:40:31 once before, but I always paid for my depredations, he added proudly. The category of "'Mategorical answer, Mr. Cumberland. Anything else is superfluous.' Arthur's lip curled, but only for an instant, and nothing could have exceeded the impassiveness of his manner as Mr. Fox went on. "'Then you knew the way?' "'Perfectly.' "'And the lock. "'Sufficiently well to open it without difficulty. "'How long do you think you were in entering the house and procuring these bottles?'

Starting point is 08:41:08 I cannot say, I have no means of knowing. I never thought of looking at my watch. Not when you started, not when you left Cuthbert Road. No, sir. But you know when you left the clubhouse to go back? Only by this. It had not yet begun to snow. I am told that the first flakes fell that night at ten minutes to eleven.

Starting point is 08:41:34 I was on the golf links when this happened. You can fix the time. yourself pardon me he added with decided ill grace as he met mr fox's frown i forgot your injunction mr fox smiled an accurate smile as he asked whereabouts on the golf links they extend for some distance you remember they are six hundred yards across from first tea to the third hall which is the nearest one to cuthbert road arthur particularized i would It was—no, I can't tell you just where I was at that moment. It was a good ways from the house. This snow came on very fiercely, for a little while I could not see my way. How not see your way? This snow flew into my eyes. Crossing the links? Yes, sir, crossing the links.

Starting point is 08:42:32 But the storm came from the west. It should have beaten against your back. Back or front it bothered me. I could not get on as fast as I wished. Mr. Foxx cast a look at the jury. Did they remember the testimony of the landlord that Mr. Cumberland's coat was as thickly plastered with snow on the front as it had been on the back? He seemed to gather that they did, for he went on at once to say, "'You are accustomed to the links? "'You have crossed them often?' "'Yes, I play golf there all summer.'

Starting point is 08:43:09 "'I'm not alluding to the times when you play. "'I mean to ask whether or not you had ever before "'crossed them directly to Cuthbert Road.' "'Yes, I had.' "'In a storm?' "'No, not in a storm.' "'How long did it take you that time to reach Cuthbert Road "'from the whispering pines?'

Starting point is 08:43:30 mr moffat bounded to his feet but the prisoner had answered before he could speak just fifteen minutes how came you to know the time so exactly because that day i did look at my watch i had an engagement in the lower town and had only twenty minutes in which to keep it i was on time honest at the core this boy was growing rapidly in my favour but this frank but unwise answer was not pleasing to his counsel who would have advised no doubt a more general and less precise reply however it had been made and moffat was not a man to cry over spilled milk he did not even wince when the district attorney proceeded to elicit from the prisoner that he was a good walker not afraid in the least of snowstorms and had often walked in the teeth of the gale twice a distance in less than half an hour now as the storm that night had been at his back and he was in a hurry to reach his destination it was evidently incumbent upon him to explain how he had managed to use up the intervening time of forty minutes before entering the hotel at half-past eleven did you stop in the midst of the storm to take a drink asked the district attorney as the testimony of the landlord in cuthbert road had been explicit as to the fact of his having himself uncorked the bottle which the prisoner had brought into the hotel arthur could not plead yes he must say no and he did i drank nothing i was too busy thinking i was so busy thinking i wandered all over those links in the blinding snow yes in the snow what did i care for the snow i did not understand my sister being in the club-house i did not like it i was tempted at times to go back

Starting point is 08:45:32 and why didn't you because i was more of a brute than a brother because cuthbert wrote drew me in spite of myself because he stopped with the first hint of emotion we had seen in him since the morning i did not know what was going on in there or i should have gone back he flashed out with a defiant look at his counsel again sympathy was with him mr fox had one but little in his first attempt he seemed to realize this and shifted his attack to a point more vulnerable when you heard your sister's voice in the club-house how did you think she had got into the building by means of the keys ranelay had left at the house when instead of taking the whole bunch you took the one key you wanted from the ring did you do so with any idea she might want to make use of the rest no i never thought of it i never thought of her at all you took your one key and let the rest lie you've said it was this before or after you put on your overcoat i'm not sure "'After, I think. Yes, it was after, for I remember that I had a deuce of a time unbuttoning my coat to get at my trousers' pocket.' "'You dropped this key into your trousers' pocket?' "'I did.'

Starting point is 08:47:03 "'Mr. Cumberland let me ask you to fix your memory on the moments you spent in the hall. "'Did you put on your hat before you pocketed the key, or afterwards?' "'My hat? How can I tell? My mind wasn't on my hat. I don't know when I put it on.' "'You absolutely do not remember.' "'No.' "'Nor where you took it from.' "'No.'

Starting point is 08:47:31 "'Whether you saw the keys first and then went for your hat, "'or having pocketed the key, waited—' "'I did not wait.' "'Did not stand by the table thinking?' "'No, I wasn't too much of a hurry.' "'So that you went straight. out? Yes, as quickly as I could. The district attorney paused, to be sure of the attention of the jury. When he saw that every eye of that now thoroughly aroused body was on him,

Starting point is 08:48:02 he proceeded to ask, does that mean immediately, or as soon as he could after you had made certain preparations, or held certain talk with someone you called or who called to you? I called to nobody. I went out immediately. It was evident that he lied, evident too that he had little hope from his lie. Uneasiness was taking the place of confidence in this youthful, untried, undisciplined mind.

Starting point is 08:48:36 Carmel had spoken to him in the hall. I guessed it then. I knew it afterward. And he thought to deceive this court and blindfold the jury, whose attention had been drawn to this point by his own counsel. District Attorney Fox smiled. How then did you get into the stable?

Starting point is 08:48:56 The stable? Oh, I had no trouble in getting into the stable. Was it unlocked? A slow flush broke over the prisoner's whole face. He saw where he had been landed and took a minute to pull himself together before he replied. I had the key to that door, too. I got it out of the kitchen. You have not spoken of going into the kitchen.

Starting point is 08:49:23 I have not spoken of coming downstairs. You went into the kitchen? Yes. When? When I first came down. That is not in accordance with your direct testimony. On the contrary, you said that, on coming downstairs, you went straight to the rack for your overcoat. Stenographer, read what the prisoner said on this topic.

Starting point is 08:49:51 A rustling of leaves, distinctly to be heard in the death-like silence of the room, was followed by the reading of this reply and answer. Yet you cannot say which of these two overcoats you put on when you left your home an hour or so after finishing your dinner? I cannot. I was in no condition to notice. I was bent on going into town and, on coming downstairs, I went straight to the wreck and pulled on the first things that offered. The prisoners stood immobile, but with a deepening line gathering on his brow, until the last word fell. Then he said, I forgot. I went for the key before I put on my overcoat. I wanted to know how the sick horse looked. Did you drop this key into your pocket, too?

Starting point is 08:50:43 No, I carried it into the hall. What did you do with it there? I don't know. Put it on the table, I suppose. Don't you remember? There were other keys lying on this table. Don't you remember what you did with the one in your hand while you took the claphouse key from the midst of Mr. Renelais' bunch? I laid it on the table. I must have. There was no other place to put it. it.

Starting point is 08:51:15 Lade it down by itself? Yes. And you took it up when you went out? Of course. Carrying it straight to the stable? Naturally. What did you do with it when you came out? I left it in the stable door.

Starting point is 08:51:35 You did? What excuse have you to give for that? None. I was reckless. and didn't care for anything, that's all. Yet you took several minutes for all your hurry and your indifference to get the stable key

Starting point is 08:51:53 and look in at a horse that wasn't sick enough to keep your coachman home from a dance. The prisoner was silent. You have no further explanation to give on this subject? No, all fellows who love horses will understand. The district is,

Starting point is 08:52:13 strict attorney shrugged his answer away before he went on to say, You have listened to Zadok Brown's testimony. When he returned at three, he found the stable door locked, and the key hanging up on its usual nail in the kitchen. How do you account for this? There are two ways. Mention them, if you please. Zadok had been to a dance,

Starting point is 08:52:38 and may not have been quite clear as to what he saw, or, finding the stable door open, may have blamed himself for the fact and sought to cover up his fault with a lie. Have you ever caught him in a lie? No, but there's always a first time. You would impeach his testimony, then? No, you asked me how this discrepancy could be explained and I have tried to show you. Mr. Cumberland, the grey mare was out that nice. this has been amply proved.

Starting point is 08:53:13 If you believe Zadok, yes. You have heard other testimony corroborative of this fact. She was seen on the clubhouse road that night by a person amply qualified to identify her. So I've been told. The person driving this horse wore a hat, identified as an old one of yours, which hat was afterwards found at your house on a remote penit.

Starting point is 08:53:40 in a seldom used closet. If you were not this person, how can you explain the use of your horse, the use of your clothes, the locking of the stable door, which you declare yourself you have left open, and the hanging up of the key on its own nail? It was a crucial question. How crucial no one knew but our two selves. If he answered at all, he must compromise Carmel. I had no fear of his doing this, but I had a great fear of what Ella might do, if he let this implication stand, and made no effort to exonerate himself by denying his presence in the cutter, and to consequence return to the cumberland home.

Starting point is 08:54:26 The quick side-glances I here observed, cast in her direction by both father and mother, showed that she had made some impulsive demonstration visible to them, if not to others, and fear, of the consequences if I did not make some effort to hold her in check, I kept my eyes in her direction, and so lost Arthur's look and the look of his counsel as he answered, with just the word I had expected, assured and dogged. I cannot explain. It was my death warrant. I realized this even while I held Ella's eye with mine, and smoothed my countenance to meet the anguish. in hers, in the effort to hold her back for a few minutes longer, till I could quite satisfy

Starting point is 08:55:14 myself that Arthur's case was really lost, and that I must speak or feel myself his murderer. The gloom which followed this recognition of his inability, real or fancied, to explain away the most damning feature of the case against him,

Starting point is 08:55:32 taken with his own contradictions and glowing despondency, could not escape my eye, accustomed as I was to the habitual expression of most every person there. But it was not yet the impenetrable gloom, presaging conviction, and directing Ella's gaze towards Mr. Moffat, who seemed but little disturbed either by Mr. Fox's satisfaction or the prisoner's open despair,

Starting point is 08:55:58 I took heed of grace, and waited for the district attorney's next move. It was a fatal one. I began to recognize this very soon, simple as was the subject he now introduced when you went into the kitchen mr cumberland to get the stable door key was the gas lit or did you have to light it it's it was lit i think don't you know it was lit but turned low i could see well enough why then didn't you take both keys both keys you have said you went downtown by the short cut through your neighbor's yard that cut is guarded by a door which was locked that night you needed the key to that door more than the one to the stable why didn't you take it i-i did you haven't said so i-i took it when i took the other are you sure yes they both hung on one nail I grabbed them both at the same time.

Starting point is 08:57:12 It does not appear so in your testimony. You mentioned A-key, not keys, in all your answers to my questions. There were two. I didn't weigh my words. I needed both, and I took both. Which of the two hung foremost? I didn't notice. You took both? Yes, I took both.

Starting point is 08:57:38 and went straight out with them. Yes, to the stable. And then where? Through the adjoining grounds downtown. You are sure you went through Mr. Fulton's grounds at this early hour in the evening? I am positive. Was it not at a later hour? Much later, a little before eleven instead of a little before nine?

Starting point is 08:58:04 No, sir. I was on the golf links then. but some one drove into the stable so you say unharnessed the horse drew up the cutter locked the stable door and entering the house hung up the key where it belonged no answer this time mr cumberland you admitted in your direct examination that you took with you out of the club-house only one bottle of the especial brand you favoured although you carried up two into the kitchen no I said that I only had one when I got to Cuthbert Road I don't remember anything about the other but you know where the other or rather remnants of the other was found in my own stable taken there by my man Zadok Brown who says he picked it out of one of our waste barrels this is the part of bottle referred to do

Starting point is 08:59:05 you recognize the label still adhering to it as similar to the one to be found on the bottle you emptied in Cuthbert Road? It is like that one. Had you carried that other bottle off, and had it been broken as this has been broken, would it not have presented an exactly similar appearance to this? Possibly? Only possibly? It would have looked the same. I cannot deny it.

Starting point is 08:59:33 What's the use fooling? mr cumberland the only two bottles known to contain this especial brand of wine were in the club-house at ten o'clock that night how came one of them to get into the barrel outside your stable before you return the next day i cannot say this barrel stood where in the passage behind the stable the passage you passed through on your way to the door leading into your neighbor's ground Yes. The dreaded moment had come. This yes had no sooner left Arthur's lips than I saw Ella throw out her innocent arms, and leap impetuously to her feet with a loud, No, no, I can tell!

Starting point is 09:00:24 She did not say what, for at the hubbub roused by this outbreak in open court, she fainted dead away and was carried out in her dismayed father's arms. this necessarily caused a break in the proceedings mr fox suspended his cross-examination and in a few minutes more the judge adjourned the court as the prisoner rose and turned to pass out i cast him a hurried glance to see what effect had been made upon him by this ingenuous outburst from one he had possibly just a little depreciated a great one evidently his features were transformed and he seemed almost as oblivious of the countless eyes upon him as she had been when she rose to testify for him in her self-forgetful enthusiasm as i observed this and the satisfaction with which mr moffat sent it this new witness a satisfaction which promised little consideration for her if she ever came upon the stand i surrendered to fate inwardly committing carmel's feature to the guard who made her and who knew better than we the story of her life and what her fiery temper had cost her i drew a piece of paper from my pocket and while the quay to her room was slowly emptying, hastily addressed the following lines to Mr. Moffat, who had lingered

Starting point is 09:01:51 to have a few words with his colleague. There is a witness in this building who can testify more clearly and definitely than Miss Fulton, that Arthur Cumberland, for all we have heard in seeming contradiction to the same, might have been on the golf-links at that time he swears to. That witness is myself. Elwood Rennelly. the time which elapsed between my passing over this note and his receiving and reading it was to me like the last few moments of a condemned criminal how gladly would i have changed places with arthur and with what sensations of despair i saw flitting before me in my mind's eye the various visions of carmel's loveliness which had charmed me out of myself but the dice had been cast and i was ready to meet the surprised lawyer's look

Starting point is 09:02:46 when his eye rose from the words I had written, and settled steadily on my face. Next minute he was writing busily, and in a second later I was reading these words. Do you absolutely wish to be recalled as a witness, and by the defence? M. My answer was brief.

Starting point is 09:03:06 I do. Not to make a confession of crime. I have no such confession to make, but I know who drove that horse. R. i had sacrificed carmel to my sense of right never had aloft her as i did at that moment end of chapter twenty six chapter twenty seven of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libivouac's recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter twenty seven expectancy i see your end tis my undoing king henry the eighth a turning point had been reached in the defence that every one knew after the first glance at mr moffat on the opening of the next morning's session as i noted the excitement which this occasion

Starting point is 09:04:12 even in quarters where self-control is usually most marked, and such emotions suppressed, I marveled at the supple influence of one man's expectancy, and the powerful effect which can be produced on a feverish crowd by a well-awed silence suggestive of coming actions. I, who knew the basis of this expectancy, and the nature of the action with which Mr. Moffat anticipated it startling the court, was the quietest person present. Since it was my hand, and none other, which must give this fresh turn to the wheel of justice, it were well for me to do it calmly, and without any of the old maddening throb of heart. But the time seemed long, before Arthur was released from further cross-examination,

Starting point is 09:05:05 and the opportunity given Mr. Moffat to call his next witness. something in the attitude he now took, something in the way he bent over his client, and whispered a few at-monitory words, and still more the emotion with which these words were received and answered by some extraordinary protest, aroused expectation to a still greater pitch, and made my course seem even more painful to myself

Starting point is 09:05:34 than I had foreseen when dreaming over and weighing the possibilities of this hour, With something like terror, I awaited the calling of my name, and when it was delayed, it was with emotions inexplicable to myself that I looked up and saw Mr. Moffat holding open a door to the left of the judge, with that attitude of respect which a man only assumes in the presence and under the dominating influence of woman. "'Ella,' thought I, "'instead of saving her by my contemplated sacrifice of Carmel, "'I have only added one sacrifice to another. "'But when the timid faltering step "'we could faintly hear crossing the room beyond

Starting point is 09:06:19 "'had brought its possessor within sight, "'and I perceived the tall, black-robed, heavily veiled woman "'who reached for Mr. Moffitt's sustaining arm, "'I did not read the startling tongue. I did not read the startling picture of the prisoner, standing upright with outheld and repellent hands, to realize that the impossible had happened, and that all which he, as well as I, had done and left undone, suffered and suppressed, had been in vain. Mr. Moffat, with no eye for him or for me, conducted his witness to a chair. then as she loosened her veil and let it drop in her lap he cried in tones which rang from end to end of the court-room i summon carmel cumulent to the stand to witness in her brother's defence

Starting point is 09:07:14 the surprise was complete it was a great moment for mr moffat but for me all was confusion dread a veil of misty darkness through which shone her face marred by its ineffaceable scar, but calm as I had never expected to see it again in this life, and beautiful with a smile under which her deeply shaken and hardly conscious brother sank slowly back into his seat, amid a silence as profound as the hold she had immediately taken upon all hearts. End of Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Part 1 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Libavox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Kirlin

Starting point is 09:08:08 Chapter 28 Part 1 Where is my brother? Let me see the writing. My lord, it is nothing. No matter then who sees it, I will be satisfied. Let me see the writing. Richard II. What is the explanation of Carmel's reappearance in town, and of this sensational introduction of her into the courtroom, in a restored state of health, of which no one, as far as known, had had any intimation save the man who was responsible for her appearance?

Starting point is 09:08:48 The particulars are, do you? She had passed some weeks at Lakewood, under the eye of the nurse who was detailed to watch as well as tend her. during these weeks she gave no sign of improvement mentally though she constantly gained strength otherwise and impressed everybody with a clear light in her eye and the absence of everything suggestive of gloom in her expression and language there was the same complete loss of memory up to the time of the tragic occurrence which had desolated her home the same harping at odd moments on adelaide's happiness and her own her own prospect of seeing this dear sister very soon, which had marked the opening of her convalescence. But beyond and back of all this was some secret joy, unintelligible to the nurse, which helped her rather than retarded the sick girl's recovery, and made Carmel appear at times as if she walked on air and breathed the very breath of paradise. An animal which not only roused Miss Unwin's curiosity,

Starting point is 09:09:58 but led her to regard with something like apprehension any change in her patient's state of mind which would rob her of the strange and unseen delights which fed her secret soul and made her oblivious of the awful facts awaiting a restored memory meanwhile carmel was allowed such liberty as her condition required but was never left alone for a moment after a certain day when her eye suddenly took on a strange look and confused inquiry, totally dissociated with anything she saw or heard. A stir had taken place in her brain, and her nurse wanted to take her back home. But this awakening, if such it could be called, was so short in its duration and was followed so immediately by a string of innocent questions about Adelaide, that Nurse Unwin concluded to remain a few days longer, before risking this delicately balanced mind amid old scenes and the curious glances of her townspeople.

Starting point is 09:11:04 Alas, the awakening was to take place in Lakewood and under circumstances of the most ordinary nature. Carmel had been out and was just crossing the hall of her hotel to the elevator when she stopped with a violent start and clutched the air, was caught by her nurse who had hurried up at the first intimation of anything unusual in the condition of her patient. the cause of this agitation was immediately apparent near them said two ladies each with a small wine-glass in her hand one was drinking the other waiting and watching but with every apparent intention of drinking when the other had ceased a common sight enough but it worked a revolution in carmel's darkened mind the light of youthful joyousness fled from her face and the cheek just pulsing softly with new life blanched to the death-like hue of mortal suffering dropping her eyes from the women who saw nothing and continued to sit their wine in happy ignorance of the sole tragedy going on within ten feet of them she looked down at her dress then up at the walls about her and then slowly anxiously and with unmistakable terror at the woman in whose arms she felt herself supported explain she murmured where am i

Starting point is 09:12:33 at lakewood in a hotel you have been ill and are only just recovering her hand went up to her cheek the one that had been burned and still showed the deep traces of that accident i remember said she then with another glance at her dress which had studiously been kept cheerful she remarked with a deep reproach my sister is dead why am i not in black the nurse realising her responsibility she said afterwards that it was the most serious moment of her life subdued her own astonishment at this proof of her young patient's knowledge of a crime of which she was in her most serious moment of her life subdued her own astonishment at this proof of her young patient's knowledge of a crime of which she was in universally supposed to be entirely ignorant, and bestowing a reassuring smile on the agitated girl, observed softly. You were too ill to be burdened with black. You are better now and may assume it, if you will. I will help you by your mourning. Yes, you look like a kind woman. What is your name, please, and are we here alone in this great hotel? Now, as a matter of expediency, to save Carmel from the unendurable curiosity of the crowd, and herself from the opportunities of the New York reporters, Miss Unwin had registered herself and her charge under assumed names. She was, therefore, forced to reply,

Starting point is 09:14:01 My name is Hawkins, and we are here alone. But that need not worry you. I have watched over you night and day for many weeks. You have, because of this slight burn! Again, Carmel's hand went up to her cheek. Not on account of that only. You have had a serious illness quite apart from that injury. But you are better. You're almost well, well enough to go home, if you will. I cannot go home.

Starting point is 09:14:32 Not just yet. I'm... I'm not strong enough. But we shouldn't be here alone without some man to look after us. Miss Hockins, where is my brother? at this question uttered with emphasis with anxiety with indignation even miss unwin felt the emotion she had so successfully subdued up to this moment betray itself in her voice as she answered with a quiet motion towards the elevator let us go up to our room there i will answer all your questions but carmel with the waywardness of her years or perhaps with deep her reasoning powers than the other would be apt to attribute to her, broke softly away from

Starting point is 09:15:19 Miss Unwin's detaining hand, and walked directly into the office, looked about for the newspaper stand. Miss Unwin, over-anxious not to make a scene, followed, but did not seek to deter her, until they were once again by themselves in the centre of the room. Then she ventured to speak again. We have all the papers in our room. Come up and and let me read them to you. But fate was making ready its great stroke. Just as Carmel seemed about to yield to this persuasion, some lingering doubt drew her eyes again to the stand,

Starting point is 09:15:58 just at the very moment a boy stepped into view with the evening bulletin on which had just been written these words. The last juror obtained in the trial of Arthur Cumberland for the murder of his sister Adelaide. carmel saw and stood a breathless image of horror a couple of gentlemen came running but the nurse waved them back and herself caught carmel and upheld her in momentary dread of another mental if not physical collapse but carmel had come back into the world of consciousness to stay excepting her nurse's support but giving no sign of wanting faculties or imperfect understanding of what she had seen she saw she saw her nurse's support but giving no sign of wanting faculties or imperfect understanding of what she had seen she saw she saw she saw her nurse's spoke quite clearly, and with her eyes fixed upon Miss Unwin. So that is why I'm here, away from all my friends.

Starting point is 09:16:53 Was I too ill to be told? Couldn't you make me know what was happening? You or the doctors, or—or anybody? You were much too ill, protested the nurse, leading her towards the elevator, and so by degrees to her room. I tried to arouse you after the crisis of your illness had passed. but you seem to have forgotten everything which took place that night, and the doctors warned me not to press you. And Arthur—poor Arthur—has been the sufferer. Tell me the whole story. I can bear it, she pleaded.

Starting point is 09:17:29 I can bear anything but not knowing. Why should he have fallen under suspicion? He was not even there. I must go to him. Pack our clothing, Miss Hockens. I must go to him at once. They were in their own room now, and Carmel was standing quite by herself in the full light of the setting sun. With the utterance of this determination, she had turned upon her companion, and that astute and experienced woman had every opportunity for observing her face. There was a woman's resolution in it. With the sudden rending of the clouds which had obscured her intellect, strange powers had awakened in this young girl. girl, giving her a force of expression, which, in connection with her inextinguishable beauty, formed a spectacle before which this older woman, in spite of her long experience, hesitated in doubt.

Starting point is 09:18:27 You shall go, began the nurse, and stopped. Carmel was not listening. Another change of thought had come, and her features, as keenly alive now to every passing emotion as they had formerly been set in a dull placidity, mirrored doubts of her own, which had a deeper source than any which had disturbed the nurse, even in these moments of serious perplexity. "'How can I?' fell in unconscious betrayal from her lips. "'How can I?'

Starting point is 09:18:59 Then she stood silent, ghastly with lack of colour one minute, and rosy red with its excess the next, until it was hard to tell in which extreme her feelings spoke most truly. What was the feeling? Nurse Unwin felt it imperative to know. Relying on the confidence shown her by this unfortunate girl in her lonely position and unbearable distress, she approached Carmel with renewed offers of help and such expressions of sympathy as she thought might lure her into open speech.

Starting point is 09:19:35 But discretion had come with fear, and Carmel, while not disdaining the other's kindness, instantly made it apparent that, whatever her burden, and however unsuited it was to her present weak condition, it was not one she felt willing to share. "'I must think,' she murmured, as she finally followed the nurse's lead and seated herself on a lounge. "'Arthur on trial for his life! Arthur! on trial for his life! Arthur! On trial for—' for his life, and Adelaide wasn't even murdered. "'No?' gasped the nurse, intent on every word this long-silenced witness let fall. "'Had he no friend? Was there not someone to understand? Adelaide—'

Starting point is 09:20:22 "'Here her head fell till her face was lost to sight. Had a—' "'Lover—' "'Yes, Mr. Elwood Rennellay. He was the first to be arrested for the crime.' the soul in carmel seemed to vanish at this word the eyes which had been so far seeing the moment before grew blank and the lithe young body stiff with that death in life which is almost worse to look upon than death itself she did not speak but presently she arose as an automaton might arise at the touch of some invisible spring and so stood staring until the nurse frightened at the result of her words and the complete overthrow which might follow them sprang for a newspaper and thrust it into her patient's unwilling hand was it too late for a minute it seemed to be so then the stony eye softened and fell the rigidity of the redidity of her patient's unwilling hand was it too late for a minute it seemed to be so then the stony eye softened and fell the rigidity of the rigidity of the her frame relaxed, and Carmel sank back again on the sofa, and tried to read the headlines on the open sheet before her. But her eyes were unequal to the task. With a soap she dropped

Starting point is 09:21:36 the paper, and entreated the nurse to relate to her from her own knowledge, all that had passed, sparing her nothing that would make the situation perfectly clear to one who had been asleep during the worst crisis of her life. Miss Anwen complied, but with reservations. She told of Adelaide having been found dead at the whispering pines by the police, whom she had evidently summoned during a moment of struggle or fear, of Renély's presence there, and of the suspicions to which it gave rise, of his denial of the crime, of his strange reticions on certain points,

Starting point is 09:22:13 which served to keep him incarcerated till a New York detective got to. work and found so much evidence against her brother that mr rennaleigh was subsequently released and arthur cumberland indicted but she said nothing about the marks on adelaide's throat or of the special reason which the police had for arresting mr rennaleigh she did not dare strangulation was a horrible death to contemplate and if this factor in the crime she was not deceived by carmel's exclamation that there had been no murder was unknown as yet to her patient as it must be from what she had said and the absolute impossibility as she thought of her having known what went on in the whispering pines than it had better remain unknown to her until circumstances forced it on her knowledge where she had gotten sufficient strength to bear it carmel received the account well she started when she heard of the discovery of ranelay in the club-house on the entrance of the police and seemed disposed to ask some questions but though the nurse gave her in her attention to do so, she appeared to hunt in vain for the necessary words, and the narrative proceeded without further interruption. When all was done, she sat quite still, then carefully, and with a show of more judgment than might be expected, from one of her years, she propounded

Starting point is 09:23:41 certain inquiries which brought out the main causes for her brother's arraignment. When she had these fully in mind, she looked up into the nurse's face again, and repeated, quite calmly, but with immovable decision, the order of an hour before. "'We must return at once. You will pack up immediately.' Miss Unwin nodded, and began to open the trunks. This, however, was a ruse. She did not intend to take her patient back that night. She was afraid to risk it. The next day would be soon enough, but she would calm her by making ready, and when the proper moment came, would find some complication of trains which would interfere with their immediate departure.

Starting point is 09:24:28 Meanwhile, she would communicate at the earliest moment with Mr. Fox. She had been in the habit of sending him frequent telegrams as to her patient's condition. They had been invariables so far. No difference, mind's still a blank, or some code word significant of the same. But a new word was necessary now. She must look it up and formulate her. telegram before she did anything else. The coat-book was in her top tray.

Starting point is 09:24:59 She hunted and hunted for it, without being able to lay her hands on it. She grew very nervous. She was only human, she was in a very trying position, and she realized it. Where could that book be? Suddenly she espied it,

Starting point is 09:25:15 and falling on her knees before the trunk, with her back still to Carmel, studied out the words she wanted. She was leaning over the tray to write these words in her notebook, when, no one ever knew how it happened, the lid of the heavy trunk fell forward, and its iron edge struck her on the nape of the neck, with a keen blow which laid her senseless. When Carmel reached her side, she found herself the strong one, and her stall would nurse the patient. When help had been summoned, the accident explained, and everything done for the unconscious woman,

Starting point is 09:25:52 which medical skill could suggest, Carmel, finding a moment to herself, stole to the trunk, and lifting up the lid, looked in. She had been watchful of her nurse from the first, and was suspicious of the actions which had led to this untoward accident. Seeing the two little books, she took them out.

Starting point is 09:26:12 The notebook lay open, and on the page thus disclosed, she beheld written, "'Up locks Fidesstum-Truham.' ridiculous nonsense, until she consulted the code. Then these detached and meaningless words took on a significance which she could not afford to ignore. Ab, a change, looks, makes remarkable statements.

Starting point is 09:26:40 Fidestum, shall we return? Trubon, not tractable. End of Chapter 28, Part 1. Chapter 28, Part 2 of the House of the Whispring Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Libavox according is in the public domain. Recording by Kirlin Chapter 28 Part 2 Where is My Brother? Carmel endeavoured to find out for whom this telegram was intended. There was nothing to inform her. A moment of indecision was followed by quick action. She had noticed that she had been invariably addressed as Miss Campbell.

Starting point is 09:27:28 by everyone who had come into the room. Whether this was a proof of the care with which she had been guarded from the curiosity of strangers, or whether it was a part of a system of deception springing from quite different causes, she felt that in the present emergency it was a fact to be thankful for and to be utilized. Regaining her room, which was on the other side of the common sitting-room, she collected a few necessary articles and placed them in a bag which she thrust under her bed hunting for money she found quite an adequate amount in her own purse which was attached to her person satisfied thus far she chose her most inconspicuous hat and coat and putting them on went out by her own door into the corridor the time it was the dinner-hour favoured her attempt she found her way to the office unobserved, and, going frankly up to the clerk, informed him that she had some telegrams

Starting point is 09:28:30 to send, and that she would be out for some little time. Would he see that Miss Hockins was not neglected in her absence? The clerk, startled at these evidences of sense and self-reliance in one he had been accustomed to see under the special protection of the very woman she was now confiding to his care, surveyed her eloquent features, beaming with quills. quiet resolve, and for a moment seemed at a loss how to take this change and control this strange situation. Perhaps she only followed the impulses natural to her sex. She never knew. She only remembers that she smiled, and that his hesitation vanished at that smile. I will see to it, said he. Then, as she turned to go, he ventured to add,

Starting point is 09:29:22 "'It is quite dark now, if you would like one of the boys to go with you.' But he received no encouragement and allowed his suggestion to remain unfinished. She looked grateful for this and was pulling down her veil when she perceived two or three men on the other side of the room

Starting point is 09:29:41 watching her in evident wonder. Stepping back to the desk, she addressed the clerk again, this time with a marked distinctness. I have been very ill, I know, and not always quite myself. But the shock of this accident to my nurse has cleared my brain and made me capable again for attending to my own affairs. You can trust me.

Starting point is 09:30:05 I can do my errands all right. But perhaps I had better have one of the boys go with me. The clerk, greatly relieved, rang his bell, and the gentleman at the other end of the room sauntered elsewhere to exchange their impressions of an incident which was remarkable enough in itself without the accentuation put upon it by the extreme beauty of the girl and of the conspicuous blemish to that beauty her unfortunate scar with what additional wonder would they have regarded the occurrence had they known that the object of their interest was not an unknown miss campbell but the much pitied much talked of carmel cumberland sister of the man then on trial for his life in a new york town with her first step into the strait carmel's freshly freed mine began its work she knew she was in a place called lakewood but she knew little of its location save that it was somewhere in new jersey another strange thing she did not recognize the straits they were new to her she did not remember ever having been in them before where is the railroad station she inquired of the boy who was trotting along at her side over there he answered vaguely take me to it

Starting point is 09:31:29 he obeyed and they threaded several streets whose lighted shops pleased her nonewithstanding her cares such a joy it was to be alive to things once more and capable of remembrance even though remembrance brought visions at which she shuddered and turned away appalled this sight of the station from which a train was just leaving frightened her for a moment with its bustle and many lights but she rallied under the stress of her purpose and entering found the telegraph office from which she sent this message directed to her physician at home dr carpenter look for me on early train all is clear to me now and i must return preserve silence till we meet this she signed with a pet name known only to themselves and dating back to her childish days then she brought a ticket and studied the time-table when quite satisfied she returned to the hotel she was met in the doorway by the physician who was attending the so-called miss hockykeying her He paused when he saw her, and asked a few questions which she was penetrating enough to perceive were more for the purpose of testing her own condition than to express interest in his patient. She answered quietly, and was met by a surprise and curiosity which evinced that he was greatly drawn towards her case. This alarmed her. She did not wish to be the object of anyone's notice. On the contrary, she desired to abeyer.

Starting point is 09:33:10 to be counted out so far as all these people were concerned. But above all, she was anxious not to rouse suspicion. So she stopped and talked as naturally as she could about Miss Harkin's accident and what the prospects were for the night. These were favourable, or so the doctor declared, but the injured woman's condition called for great care, and he would send over a capable nurse at once. Meanwhile, the mate who was with her would do very well.

Starting point is 09:33:44 She herself need have no worry. He would advise against worry, and suggested that she should have a good and nourishing dinner sent to her room, after which she should immediately retire, and get what sleep she could by means of an anodyne he would send her. Carmel exerted herself. "'You are very good,' said she. "'I need no anodyne. I am tired, and when I once get to bed shall certainly sleep. I shall give orders not to be disturbed.

Starting point is 09:34:16 Isn't that right? Quite right, I will myself tell the nurse. He was going, but turned back to look at her again. Shall I accompany you to the door of your room? he asked. She shook her head with a smile. This delay was the torment to her, but it must be endured. i am quite capable of finding my room i hope miss hockins will be as well in a week from now as i am at this moment but doctor she had been struck by a strange possibility i should like to settle one little matter before we part the money i have may not be quite safe in my hands my memory might leave me again and then miss hawkins might suffer if you will take charge of some of it on her account i shall feel relieved

Starting point is 09:35:10 it would be a waste precaution he admitted but you could just as well leave it at the desk so i can she smiled then as his eye remained fixed on her you are wondering if i have friends we both have and i have just come from telegraphing one of them you can leave us with an easy mind all that i dread is that miss hawkins will worry about me if her consciousness should return during the night it will not return so soon next week we may look for it then you can be by to reassure her if she asks for you carmel's eyes fell i would not be a cause of distress to her for the world she has been very good to me bowing she turned in the direction of the office the doctor lifting his hat took his departure the interview might have lasted five minutes she felt as though it had lasted an hour she followed the doctor's advice and left half the money she had in charge of the clerk then she went upstairs she was not a little bit of the clerk she was not a doctor's advice and left half the money she had in charge of the clerk then she went upstairs she was not seen to come down again, but when the 8.45 train started out of the station that night, it had for a passenger, a young, heavily veiled girl, who went straight to her section. A balcony running by her window had favoured her escape. It led to a hall window at the

Starting point is 09:36:39 head of a side staircase. She met no one on the staircase, and once out of the door at its foot, her difficulties were over, and her escape affected. she was missed the next morning and an account of her erratic flight reached the papers and was published far and wide but the name of miss caroline campbell conveyed nothing to the public and the great trial went on without a soul suspecting the significance of this midnight flitting of an unknown and partially demented girl at the house of dr carpenter she met mr moffat what she told him heartened him greatly for the struggle he saw before him indeed it altered the whole tone of the defence perceiving from her story and from what the doctor could tell him of their meeting at the station that her return to town was as yet a secret to every one but themselves he begged that the secret should continue to be kept in order that the coup d'etat which he meditated might lose none of its force by anticipation carmel whose mind was full of her coming ordeal was willing enough to hide her head until it came while dr carpenter alarmed at all this excitement would have insisted on it in any event carmel wished her brother informed of her return but the wily lawyer persuaded her to excuse him from taking arthur into his confidence until the last moment

Starting point is 09:38:16 he knew that he would receive only opposition from this young and stubborn client that carmel's presence and carmel's determination would have to be sprung upon arthur even more than upon the prosecution that the prisoner at the bar would struggle to the the very last against Carmel's appearance in court, and make an infinite lot of trouble if he did not actually endanger his own cause. One of the stipulations which he had made in securing Mr. Moffat for his counsel was that Carmel's name was to be kept as much as possible out of the proceedings, and to this Mr. Moffat had subscribed, nonewithstanding his conviction, that the crime late to the defendant's charge was a result of Renly's passion for Carmel, and consequently, distinctly the work of Renelay's own hand. He had thought that he could win his case by the powers of oratory, and a somewhat free use of innuendo, but his view changed under the fresh enlightenment which he received in his conversation with Carmel. He saw unfolding before him a defense of unparalleled interest.

Starting point is 09:39:31 True, it involved his interesting witness in a way that would be unpleasant to the brother, but he was not the man to sacrifice a client to any sentimental scruple, certainly not this client, whose worth he was just beginning to realize. Professional pride, as well as an inherent love for justice, led him to this conclusion. Nothing in God's world appealed to him, or ever had appealed to him, like a prisoner in the dog facing a fate from which only legal address added to an orator's eloquence could save him. His sympathies went out to a man so placed, even when he was a brute, and his guilt far from doubtful. How much more, then, must he feel the claims of this surly but chivalrous-hearted boy,

Starting point is 09:40:27 son of a good father and pious mother, who had been made the butt of circumstances, and of whose innocence he was hourly becoming more and more convinced. Could he have probed the whole matter, examined and re-examined this new witness until every detail was his, and the whole story of that night stood bare before him, he might have hesitated a little longer, and asked himself some very serious questions. But Carmel was not strong enough for much talk. Dr. Carpenter would not allow it,

Starting point is 09:41:00 and the continued clearness of her mind was too invaluable to his case for this far-seeing advocate to take any risk. She had told him enough to assure him that circumstances and not guilt had put Arthur where he was, and had added to his assurance details of an unexpected nature, so unexpected indeed that the lawyer was led away by the prospect they offered, of confounding the prosecution by a line of defense, to which no clue had been given by anything that had appeared. He planned then and there a dramatic climax, which should take the breath away from his opponent,

Starting point is 09:41:39 and changed the whole feeling of the court towards the prisoner. It was a glorious prospect, and if the girl remained well, the bare possibility of her not doing so drove him prematurely from her presence, and so it happened that, for the second time, the subject of Adelaide's death was discussed in her hearing without any mention being made of the strangulation as its immediate cause. Would her action have been different had she known that this was a conceded fact? Mr. Moffat did not repeat this visit. He was not willing to risk his secret by being seen so often at the doctor's house,

Starting point is 09:42:21 but telephonic communication was kept up between him and her present guardian, and he was able to bear himself quietly and with confidence until the time drew near for the introduction of her testimony then he grew nervous fearing that nurse unwin would come to herself and telegraph calm's escape and so prepare the prosecution for his great stroke but nothing of the kind happened and when the great day came he had only to consider how he should prepare arthur for the surprise awaiting him and finally decided not to prepare him at all but simply to state at the proper moment and in the face of the whole court-room that his sister had recovered and would soon take her place upon the stand the restraint of the place would thus act as a guard between them and carmel's immediate entrance put an end to the restrain of the place would thus act as a guard between them and carmel's immediate entrance put an end to the reproaches of whose bitterness he could well judge from his former experiences of them. With all these anxieties and his deeply planned coup d'etat, awaiting the moment of action, Ella's simple outburst and even Renle's unexpected and somewhat startling suggestion lost much of their significance. All his mind and heart were on his next move.

Starting point is 09:43:42 It was to be made with the queen, and must throw. retin checkmate yet he did not forget the two pawns silent in their places but guarding certain squares which the queen for all her royal prerogatives might not be able to reach end of chapter twenty eight part two chapter twenty nine part one of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine greene this libivox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline book four what the the pines whispered chapter twenty nine i remembered the room mercury if thou mightst dwell among the gods the while lapped in voluptuous joy prometheus i would not quit this blank ravine these unrepentant pains prometheus unbound great moments whether of pain surprise or terror awaken in the startled breast very different emotion from those we are led to anticipate from the agitation caused by lesser experiences as carmel disclosed her features to the court my one absorbing thought was would she look at me could i hope for a glance of her eye did i wish it my question was answered before mr moffat had regained his place and turned to address the court as her gaze passed from her brother's face it travelled slowly and with growing hesitation over the countenances of those near her

Starting point is 09:45:34 on and on passed the judge past the jury until they reached the spot where i sat there they seemed to falter and the beating of my heart became so loud that i instinctively shrank away from my neighbor by doing so i drew her eye which fell full upon mine for one overwhelming minute then she shrank and looked away but not before the colour had risen in a flood to her cheek the hope which had sprung to life under her first beautiful aspect vanished in despair at sight of this flush for it was not one of joy or surprise or even even of unconscious sympathy. It was the banner of a deep, unendurable shame. Thus, in her every expression, I could not mistake the language of her dismayed soul, at this the most crucial instant of her life. She had hoped to find me absent. She was overwhelmed to find me there. Could she, with a look, have transported me a thousand miles from this scene of personal humiliation and unknown, unimaginable outcome, she would have bestowed that

Starting point is 09:46:52 look and ignored the consequences. No, was I behind her in the reckless passion of the moment. Could I, by means of a wish, have been transported those thousand miles? I should even now have been far from a spot where, in the face of a curious crowd, busy in associating us together, I must submit to the terror of hearing her speak, and betray herself to these watchful lawyers, and to the just and impartial mind of the presiding judge. But the days of magic had passed. I could not escape the spot. I could not escape her eye.

Starting point is 09:47:32 The ordeal to which she was thus committed, I must share. As she advanced step by step upon her uncertain road, it would be my unhappy fate to advance with her, in terror of the same pitfalls, with our faces set towards the same precipice, slipping, fainting, experiencing agonies together. She knew my secret, and I al-loss knew hers. So I interpreted this intolerable, overwhelming blush. Recoiling from the prospect, I buried my faith. face in my hands, and so missed the surprising sight of this young girl, still in her teens,

Starting point is 09:48:19 conquering a dismay which might well unnerve one of established years and untold experiences. In a few minutes, as I was afterward told by my friends, her features had settled into a strange placidity, undisturbed by the leveled gaze of a hundred eyes. Her whole attention was concentrated on her brother, and wavered only when the duties of the occasion demanded a recognition of the various gentlemen concerned in the trial. Mr. Mofford prefaced his examination by the following words. May it please your honour, I wish to ask the indulgence of the court in my examination of this witness. She is just recovering from a long and dangerous illness. and while I shall endeavour to keep within the roles of examination, I shall be grateful for any consideration which may be shown by your honour and by the council on the other side.

Starting point is 09:49:20 Mr. Fox at once rose. He had by this time recovered from his astonishment at seeing before him and in a fair state of health, the young girl whom he had every reason to believe to be still in a condition of partial forgetfulness at Lakewood, and under the care of a woman entirely in his confidence and under his express orders he had also mastered his chagrin at the triumph which her presence here and under these dramatic circumstances had given his adversary moved perhaps by miss cumbulin's beauty which he saw for the first time or perhaps by the spectacle of this beauty devoting its first hours of health to an attempt to save a brother of whose precarious position before the law she had been ignorant up to this time, or more possibly yet, by a fear that it might be bad tactics, to show harshness to so interesting a personality before she had uttered a word of testimony. He expressed in warmer tones than usual, his deep

Starting point is 09:50:26 desire to extend every possible indulgence. Mr. Moffat bowed his acknowledgments, and waited for his witness to take the oath, which she did with a simple grace which touched all hearts, even that of her constrained and unreconciled brother. Compelled by the silence in my own bounding pulses to look at her in my own despite, I caught the sweet and elevated look with which she laid her hand on the book, and asked myself if her presence here was not a self-accusation, which would bring satisfaction to nobody, which would sing. her and hers into an ignominy worse than the conviction of the brother whom she was supposedly there to save.

Starting point is 09:51:14 Tortured by this fear, I awaited events in indescribable agitation. The cool voice of Mr. Moffat broken upon my gloom. Carmel had receded herself, after taking the oath, and the customary question could be heard. Your name, if you please. Carmel Cumberland Do you recognize the prisoner, Miss Cumberland? Yes, he is my brother. A thrill rang through the room.

Starting point is 09:51:48 The lingering tone, the tender accent, told. Some of the feeling she thus expressed seemed to pass into every heart which contemplated the two. From this moment on, she was looked upon with less harshness, people showed a disposition to discern innocence where perhaps they had secretly desired until now to discover guilt miss cumberland will you be good enough to tell us where you were at or near the hour of ten on the evening of your sister's death i was in the club-house in the house you call the whispering pines at this astounding reply unexpected by every one present save myself and the unhappy prisoner incredulity seasoned with amazement marked every countenance carmel cumberland in the club-house that night she who had been found at the late hour in her own home injured and unconscious it was not to be believed or it would not have been if arthur with less self-control than he had hitherto maintained had not shown by his morose air and the silent drooping of his head that he accepted this statement wild and improbable as it seemed

Starting point is 09:53:11 mr fox whose mind without doubt had been engaged in a debate from the first as to the desirability of challenging the testimony of this young girl whose faculties had so lately recovered from a condition of great shock and avowed forgetfulness that no word as yet had come to him of her restored health started to arise at her words but noting the prisoner's attitude he hastily receded himself realising perhaps that ever evidence of which he had never dreamed lay at the bottom of the client's manner and the counsel's complacency if so then his own air of mingled disbelief and compassionate forbearance might strike the jury unfavourably while on the contrary if his doubts were sound and the witness were confounding the fancies of her late delirium with the actual incidents of this fatal night then would he gain rather than lose by allowing her to proceed until her test testimony fell of its own weight or succumbed before the fire of his cross-examination modifying his manner he steadied himself for either exigency and in steadying himself he steadied his colleagues also mr moffat who saw everything smiled slightly as he spoke encouragingly to his witness and propounded his next question miss cumberland was your sister with you when you went to the clubhouse no we went separately how will you explain i drove there i don't know how adelaide went you drove there yes i had arthur harness up his horse for me and i drove there

Starting point is 09:55:02 a moment of silence then a slow awakening on the part of the judge jury and prosecution to the fact that the case was taken a turn for which they were ill-prepared to mr moffat it was a moment of intense self-congratulation and something of the gratification he felt crept into his voice as he said miss cumberland will you describe this horse it was a grey horse it has a large black spot on its left shoulder to what vehicle was it attached to a cutter my brother's cutter was that brother with you did he accompany you in the right to the whispering pines no i went quite alone entrancment had now ceased upon every mind even if her testimony were not true but merely the wanderings of a mind not but merely the wanderings of a mind not fully restored, the interest of it was intense. Mr. Fox, glancing at the jury, saw there would be small use in questioning at this time the mental capacity of the witness. This was a story which all wished to hear. Perhaps he wished to hear it, too. Mr. Moffat rose to more than his accustomed height. The light which sometimes visited his face when feeling or a sense of

Starting point is 09:56:27 of power was strongest in him, shown from his eye, and irradiated his whole aspect as he inquired tellingly. And how did you return? With whom and by what means did you regain your own house? The answer came with simple directness. In the same way I went, I drove back in my brother's cutter, and being all alone just as before, I put the horse away myself, and went into my empty home and up to adelaide's room where i lost consciousness the excitement which had been seething broke out as she ceased but the judge did not need to use his gavel or the officers of the court exert their authority at mr morphe's lifted hand the turmoil ceased as if by magic miss cumberland do you often ride out alone on nights like that i never did before i would not have dared to do it then if i had not taken a certain precaution and what was this precaution i wore an old coat of my brothers over my dress and one of his hats on my head it was out the fact for the suppression of which i had suffered a rest without a word because of which arthur had gone even further and submitted to trial which

Starting point is 09:57:57 trial with the same constancy. Instinctively, his eyes and mine met, and at that moment there was established between us an understanding that was in strong contrast to the surrounding turmoil, which now exceeded all limits, as the highly-wrote-up spectators realized, that these statements, if corroborated, destroyed one of the strongest points which had been made by the prosecution. This caused a stay in the proceedings until order was partially restored, and the judge's voice could be heard in a warning that the courtroom would be cleared of all spectators if this break of decorum was repeated. Meanwhile, my own mind had been busy. I had watched Arthur, I had watched Mr. Moffat. The discouragement of the former, the ill-concealed elation of the

Starting point is 09:58:51 latter proved the folly of any hope on my part that Carmel would be spared a full explanation of what I would have given worlds to leave in the darkness and ignorance of the present moment. To save Arthur, unwilling as he was, she was to be allowed to consummate the sacrifice which the real generosity of her heart drove her into making. Before these doors opened again, and sent forth the crowd now pulmonary, stating under a preamble of whose terrible sequel none has yet dreamed, I should have to hear those sweet lips give utterance to the revelation which would consign her to opprobrium and break not only my heart, but her brothers. Was there no way to stop it? The district attorney gave no evidence of suspecting any issue of this sort, nor did the friendly and humane judge. Only the scheming Moffat knew to what all this was tending, and Moffat could not be trusted. The case was his, and he would gain it if he could. Tender and obliging as he was in his treatment of the witness, there was iron under the velvet of his glove.

Starting point is 10:00:06 This was his reputation, and this I must now see exemplified before me, without the power to stop it. The consideration with which he approached his subject did not deceive. me. Miss Cumberland, will you now give the jury the full particulars of that evening's occurrences as witnessed by yourself? Begin your relation, if you please, with an account of the last meal you had together. Carmel hesitated. Her youth, her conscience, perhaps, shrank in manifest distress from this inquisition. Ask me a question, she prayed. I do not know how to begin. very well who were seated at the dinner-table that night my sister my brother mr rennaleigh and myself did anything uncommon happen during the meal yes my sister ordered wine and had our glasses all filled she never drank wine herself but she had her glass filled also then she dismissed helen the waitress and when the girl was gone she arose and held up her

Starting point is 10:01:18 her glass and invited us to do the same. We will drink to my coming marriage, said she, but when we had done this she turned upon Arthur, with bitter words about his habits, and declaring that another bottle of wine should never be opened again in the house, unclosed her fingers, and let her glass drop on the table where it broke. Arthur then let his fall, and I mine, we all three let our glasses fall and break. And Mr. Renelay? He did not let his fall. He set it down on the cloth. He had not drank from it. Clear, perfectly clear, tallying with what we had heard from the other sources.

Starting point is 10:02:02 As this fact forced itself in upon the minds of the jury, new light shone in every eye, and each and all waited eagerly for the next question. It came with a quiet, if not insinue. intonation miss Cumberland where were you looking when you let your glass fall my heart gave a bound I remembered that moment well so did she as could be seen from the tremulous flush and the determination with which she forced herself to speak at mr. Rennerley she answered finally not at your brother no and at whom was mr. Mr. Rennerley looking. At—at me? Not at your sister? No.

Starting point is 10:02:55 Was anything said? Not then. With the dropping of the glasses, we all drew back from the table and walked towards a little room, where we sometimes sat before going into the library. Arthur went first, and Mr. Rennerley and I followed, Adelaide coming last. we we went this way into the little room and what other question do you wish to ask she finished with a burning blush end of chapter twenty nine part one chapter twenty nine part two of the house of the whispering pines by anna katherine green this libovox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter twenty nine part two i remembered the room mr moffat was equal to the appeal did anything happen did mr rennaleigh speak to you or you to him or did your sister adelaide speak

Starting point is 10:04:04 no one spoke but mr rennale put a little slip of paper into my hand a-a a note and as he did this my brother looked around i don't know whether he saw the note or not but his eye caught mine and i may have blood The next moment he was looking past me, and presently he had flung himself out of the room, and I heard him going upstairs. Adelaide had joined me by this time, and Mr. Renelay turned to speak to her, and I went over to the bookshelves to read my note. And did you read it then? No, I was afraid. I waited till Mr. Renelay was gone, and then I went up to my room and read it. it was not a-a note to be glad of i mean proud of i'm afraid i was a little glad of it at first i was a wicked girl mr morphe glanced at mr fox but that gentleman passing over this artless expression of feeling as unworthy of an objection he went steadily on

Starting point is 10:05:17 miss cumberland before you tell us about this note will you be good enough to inform us whether any words passed between you and your sister before you went upstairs oh yes we talked we all three talked but it was about indifferent matters the servants were going to a ball and we spoke of that mr rennale did not stay long very soon he remarked that he had a busy evening before him and took his leave i was not in the room with them when he did this i was in the adjoining room but i heard his remark and saw him go i did not wait to talk to adelaide now about the note i read it as soon as i reached my room then i sat still for a long time miss cumberland pardon my request but will you tell us what was in that note she lifted her patient eyes and looked straight at her brother he did not meet her gaze but the dull flush which lit up the dead white of his cheek showed how he suffered under this ordeal at me she never glanced this was the only mercy shown me that dreadful morning i grew to be thankful for it as she went on i do not remember the words she said finally as her eyes fell again to her lap but i remember its meaning it was an invitation for me to leave town with him that very evening and be married at some place he mentioned he said it would be the best way to-to end matters this brought mr fox to his feet for all his self-command he had been perceptibly growing more

Starting point is 10:07:09 more nervous as the examination proceeded, and he found himself still in the dark as to his opponent's purpose, and the character of the revelations he had to fear. Turning to the judge, he cried, "'This testimony is irrelevant and incompetent, and I asked to have it stricken out.' Mr. Moffat's voice, as he arose to answer this, was like honey poured upon gal. "'It is neither irrelevant nor incompetent, and if it were, the objection comes too late. My friend should have objected to the question. The whole course of counsel has been very unusual, began Mr. Fox. Yes, but so is the case. I beg your honor to believe that, in some of its features,

Starting point is 10:07:57 this case is not only unusual, but almost without a precedent. That it may be lightly understood, and justice shown my client a full knowledge of the whole family's experiences during those fatal hours is not only desirable, but absolutely essential. I beg, therefore, that my witness may be allowed to proceed and tell her story in all its details. Nothing will be introduced which will not ultimately be seen to have a direct bearing upon the attitude of my client towards the crime for which he stands here arraigned. The motion is denied, declared the judge.

Starting point is 10:08:38 Mr. Fox sat down. to the universal relief of all but the two persons most interested arthur and myself mr moffat generous enough or discreet enough to take no note of his opponent's discomfiture lifted a paper from the table and held it towards the witness do you recognize these lines he asked placing the remnants of my half-burned communication in her hands she started at sight of her hands she started at sight of them evidently she had never expected to see them again yes she answered after a moment this is a portion of the note i have mentioned you recognize it as such i do her eyes lingered on the scrap and followed it as it was passed back and marked as an exhibit mr moffat recalled her to the matter in hand what did you do next miss cumberland i answered the note may i ask to what effect i refused mr rennale's request i said that i could not do what he asked and told him to wait till the next day and he would see how i felt towards him and towards adelaide that was all i could not write much i was suffering greatly suffering in mind or suffering in body suffering in mind i was terrified but that feeling did not last very long

Starting point is 10:10:15 soon i grew happy happier than i had been in weeks happier than i had ever been in all my life before i found that i loved adelaide better than i did myself this made everything easy even the sending of the answer i have told you about to mr miss cumberland how did you get this answer to mr runnelly by means of a gentleman who was going away to the very train i had been asked to leave on he was a guest next door and i carried the note into him did you do this openly no i'm afraid not i slipped out by the side door in as careful a way as i could did this attempt at secrecy succeed where Were you able to go and come without meeting anyone? No, Adelaide was at the head of the stairs when I came back, standing there, very stiff and quiet. Did she speak to you? No, she just looked at me, but it wasn't a common look. I shall never forget it.

Starting point is 10:11:28 And what did you do then? I went to my room. "'Miss Cumberland, did you see anybody else when you came in at this time?' "'Yes, our mate Helen. She was just laying down a bunch of keys on the table in the lower hall. I stopped and looked at the keys. I had recognized them as the ones I had seen in Mr. Renelais's hands many times. He had gone, yet there were his keys. One of them unlocked the clubhouse. I noticed it among the others, but I didn't touch it then. Helen was still in the hall, and I ran straight upstairs,

Starting point is 10:12:07 where I met my sister, as I have just told you. Miss Cumberland, continue the story. What did you do after re-entering your room? I don't know what I did first. I was very excited. Elated one minute, deeply wretched and very frightened the next. I must have sat down, for I was shaking very much, and felt a little sick.

Starting point is 10:12:31 the sight of that key had brought up pictures of the club-house and i thought and thought how quiet it was and how far away and-how cold it was too and how secret i would go there for what i had to there and then i saw in my fancy one of its rooms with the moon in it and-but i soon shut my eyes to that i heard arthur moving about his room and this made me start up and go out into the hall again during all this mr fox had set by understanding his right to object to the witness's mixed statements of fact and of feeling and quite confident that his objections would be sustained but he had determined long since that he would not interrupt the witness in her relation the air of patience he assumed was sufficiently indicative of his displeasure and he confined himself to this mr moffat understood and testified his appreciation by a slight bow carmel who saw nothing resumed her story arthur's room is near and adelaide's far off but i went to adelaide's first her door was shut and when i went to open it i found it locked calling her name i said that i was tired and would be glad to say good-night she did not answer at once when she did her voice was strange though what she said was very simple i was to please myself she was going to retire too and then she tried to say good-night but she only half said it like one who is choked with tears or some other dreadful emotion.

Starting point is 10:14:14 I cannot tell you how this made me feel, but you don't care for that. You want to know what I did, what Adelaide did. I will tell you, but I cannot hurry. Every act of the evening was so crowded with purpose, all meant so much. I can see the end, but the steps leading to it are not so clear. Take your time, Miss Cumberland. We have no wish to her. you. I can go on now. The next thing I did was to knock on Arthur's door. I heard him getting ready

Starting point is 10:14:48 to go out, and I wanted to speak to him before he went. When he heard me, he opened the door and let me in. He began at once on his grievances, but I could not listen to them. I wanted him to harness the grey mare for me and leave it standing in the stable. I explained the request by saying that it was necessary for me to see a certain friend of mine immediately, and that no one would notice me in the cutter under the bare skins. He didn't approve, but I persuaded him. I even persuaded him to wait till Zadok was gone, so that Adelaide would know nothing about it. He looked glum, but he promised. He was going away when I heard Adelaide's steps in the adjoining room. This frightened me. The partition is very thin between those two

Starting point is 10:15:37 rooms, and I was afraid she had heard me ask Arthur for the grey mare and cutter. I could hear her rattling the bottles in the medicine cabinet hanging on this very wall. I looked back at Arthur. I asked him how long Adelaide had been there. He said, for some time. This sent me flying from the room. I would join her and find out if she had heard. But I was too late. As I stepped into the hall I saw. saw her disappearing around the corner leading to her own room. This convinced me that she had heard nothing, and, light of heart once more, I went back to my own room, where I collected such little articles as I needed for the expedition before me. I had hardly done this, when I

Starting point is 10:16:26 heard the servants on the walk outside, then Arthur going down. The impulse to see and speak to him again was irresistible. I flew after him and caught him in the lower hall. "'Arthur!' I cried. Look at me. Look at me well, and then—' "'Kiss me!' And he did kiss me. I am glad when I think of it. Though he did say next minute, "'What is the matter with you? What are you going to do? To meet that villain?' I looked straight into his face. I waited till I saw I had his whole attention. Then I said, as slowly and emphatically as I could. If you mean Elwood?

Starting point is 10:17:07 No. I shall never meet him again, except in Adelaide's presence. He will not want to meet me. You may be at ease about that. Tomorrow all will be well, and Adelaide very happy. He shrugged his shoulders and reached for his coat and hat. As he was putting them on, I said, Don't forget to harness up Jenny.

Starting point is 10:17:30 Jenny's the grey mare. And leave off the bells, I urged. I don't want Adelaide to hear me go out. He swung about at this. You and Adelaide are not very good friends, it seems. As good as you and she are, I answered. Then I flung my arms about him. Don't go down straight to-night, I prayed.

Starting point is 10:17:54 Stay home for this one night. Stay in the house with Adelaide. Stay till I come home. he stared and i saw his color change then he flung me off but not rudely why don't you stay he asked then he laughed and added i'll go harnessed a mare the key is in the kitchen i said i'll go get it for you i heard zadok bring it in he did not answer and i went for the key i found two on the nail and i brought them both but i only handed him one the key to the stable door which way are you going i asked as he looked at the key then back towards the kitchen the short way of course then here's the key to the fulton grounds as he took the key i prayed again don't do what's in your mind arthur don't drink to-night he only laughed and i said my last word if you do it will be for the last time you'll never drink again after to-morrow he made no answer to this and i went slowly upstairs everything was quiet quiet as death in the whole house if adelaide had heard us she made no sign

Starting point is 10:19:12 going to my own room i waited until i heard arthur come out of the stable and go away by the door in the rear wall then i stole out again i carried a small bag with me but no coat or hat pausing and listening again and again i crept downstairs and halted at the table under the rack the keys were still there putting them in my bag i searched the rack for one of my brother's warm coats but i took none i saw i remembered an old one which adelaide had put away in the closet under the stairs getting this i put it on and finding a hat there too i took that also and when i had pulled it over my forehead and drawn up the color of the coat i was quite unrecognizable i was going out when i remembered there would be no light in the club-house i had put a box of matches in my bag while i was upstairs but i needed a candle slipping back i took a candlestick and a candle from the dining-room mantle and finding that the bag would not hold them thrust them into the pocket of the coat i wore and quickly left the house jenny was in the stable all harnessed and hesitating no longer i got in among the bearskins and drove swiftly away there was a moment's silence carmel had paused and was sitting with her hand on her heart looking past judge past jury upon the lonely and desolate scene in which she at this moment moved and suffered an inexpressible fatality had entered into her tones always rich and resonant with feeling. No one who listened could fail to share the dread by which she was moved.

Starting point is 10:21:00 District Attorney Fox fumbled with his papers, and endeavored to maintain his equanimity, and show an indifference which is stern but fascinated glances at the youthful witness amply belied. He was biding his time, but biding it in decided perturbation of mind. Neither he nor anyone else, unless it were more. Moffat could tell whether this tale tended. While she held the straight course which had probably been laid out for her, she failed to object, but he could not prevent the supple influence of her voice, her manner, and her supreme beauty on the entranced jury.

Starting point is 10:21:42 Nevertheless, his pencil was busy. He was still sufficiently master of himself for that. Mr. Moffat, quite aware of him. of the effect which was being produced on every side, but equally careful to make a no-show of it, put in a commonplace question at this point, possibly to rouse the witness from her own abstraction, possibly to restore the judicial tone of the inquiry. How did you leave the stable door? Open.

Starting point is 10:22:15 Can you tell us what time it was when you started? No, I did not look. Time meant nothing for me. I drove as fast as I could, straight down the hill and out towards the whispering pines. I had seen Adelaide in her window as I went flying by the house, but not a soul on the road, nor a sign of life near or far. The whistle of a train blew as I stopped in the thicket near the claphouse door. If it was the express train, you can tell—

Starting point is 10:22:47 "'Never mind the if,' said Mr. Moffert. "'It is enough that you heard the whistle. Go on with what you did. I tied up my horse. Then I went into the house. I had used Mr. Ranelais' key to open the door, and for some reason took it out of the lock when I got in, and put the whole bunch back into my satchel.

Starting point is 10:23:09 But I did not lock the door. Then I lit my candle, and then I went upstairs. Fainter and fainter, the words fell, and slower and slower heaved the youthful breast under her heavily pressing palm. Mr. Moffat made a sign across the courtroom, and I saw Dr. Carpenter get up and move nearer to the witness-stand. But she stood in no need of his help.

Starting point is 10:23:34 In an instant her cheek flushed, the eye I watched with such intensity of wonder, that apprehension unconsciously left me, rose, glowed, and fixed itself at last, not on the judge, not on the prisoner, not even on that prisoner's person's. counsel, but on me, and as the soft light filled my soul and a walk-aw, where it had hitherto awakened passion, she quietly said. There is a room upstairs in the clubhouse, where I have often been with Adelaide. It has a fireplace in it, and I had seen a box there, half filled with wood the day before. This is the room I went to, and here I built a fire.

Starting point is 10:24:18 When it was quite bright, I took out something I had been. brought in my satchel, and thrust it into the flame. Then I got up and walked away. I—I did not feel very strong, and sank on my knees when I got to the couch, and buried my face in my arms. But I felt better when I came back to the fire again, and very brave till I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror over the mantelpiece. That—that unnerved me, and I think I screamed.

Starting point is 10:24:49 Someone screamed, and—I think it was I. I know my hands went out. I saw them in the glass. Then they fell straight down at my side, and I looked and looked at myself, till I saw all the terror go out of my face. And when it was quite calm again, I stooped down and pulled out the little tongs I had been heating in the fire, and laid them quick, quick before I could be sorry again,

Starting point is 10:25:16 right across my cheek, and then— uproar in the court if she had screamed when she said she did so some one cried out loudly now i think that pitiful person was myself they say i had been standing straight up in my place for the last two minutes end of chapter twenty nine part two chapter thirty part one of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libovovox recording is in the public domain recording by kirlin chapter thirty part one choose let me have a dram of poison such soon speeding gear as will disperse itself through all the veins that the life-weary taker may fall dead come bitter conduct come on savoury guide thou desperate pilot now at once run on the dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark romeo and juliet I have not finished, were the first words we heard, when order was restored, and we were all in a condition to listen again. I had to relate what you have just heard, that you might understand what happened next. I was not used to pain, and I could never have kept on pressing those irons to my cheek if I had not had the strength given me by my own reflection in the glass.

Starting point is 10:26:54 When I thought the burn was quite deep enough, I tore the tongs of it. away and was lifting them to the other cheek when I saw the door behind me open, inch by inch as though pushed by hesitating touches. Instantly I forgot my pain, almost my purpose, watching that door. I saw it slowly swing to its full width, and disclose my sister standing in the gap, with a look and in an attitude which terrified me more than the fire had done. dropping the tongs, I turned and faced her, covering my cheek instinctively with my hand. I saw her eyes run over my elaborate dinner-dress, my little handbag, and the candle burning in a room made warm with a fire on the hearth.

Starting point is 10:27:45 This, before she spoke a single word. Then, with a deep laboring breath, she looked me in the eye again with a simple question. And where is he? Carmel's head had dropped at this, but she raised it almost instantly. Mine did not rise so readily. Do you mean Elwood, I asked. You know, said she, the veil is down between us, Carmel. We will speak plainly now. I saw him give you the letter.

Starting point is 10:28:18 I heard you ask Arthur to harness up the horse. I have to mean myself to follow you, and we will have no subterfuges now. You expect him here? No, I cried. I am not so bad as that, Adelaide, nor is he. Here is the note. You will see by it what he expects,

Starting point is 10:28:39 and at what place I should have joined him if I had been the selfish creature you think. I had the note hidden in my breast. I took it out and held it towards her. I did not feel the burn at all, but I kept it covered. She glanced down at the words, and I felt like falling at her feet. She looked so miserable.

Starting point is 10:29:00 I am told that I must keep to fact, and must not express my feelings or those of others. I will try to remember this, but it is hard for a sister, relating such a frightful scene. She glanced down at the paper and let it drop almost immediately from her hand. I cannot read his words, she cried. I do not need to. we both know which of us he loves best you cannot say that it is i his engaged wife i was silent and her face took on an awful pallor carmel said she do you know what this man's love has been to me you are a child a warm-hearted and passionate child but you do not know a woman's heart certainly you do not know mine i doubt if any one does even he cares have warped my life i do not quarrel with these cares i only say that they have robbed me of what makes girlhood lovely duties a stern taskmaster and sternness coming early into one's life hardens its edges but does not sap passion from the soul or devotion from the heart

Starting point is 10:30:14 I was ready for joy when it came, but I was no longer capable of bestowing it. I thought I was, but I soon saw my mistake. You showed it to me, you with your beauty, your freshness, your warm and untired heart. I have no charms to rival these. I have only love, such love as you cannot dream of at your age, and this is no longer desirable to him. You see that I remember every word she spoke. They burned more fiercely than the iron. That did not burn at all, just then.

Starting point is 10:30:50 I was cold instead, bitterly, awfully cold. My heart seemed frozen, and the silence was dreadful. But I could not speak, I could not answer her. You have everything, she now went on. Why did you rob me of my one happiness? And you have robbed me. I have seen your smile when his head turned your way. It was the smile which runs before a promise.

Starting point is 10:31:16 I know it. I have had that smile in my heart a long, long time, but it never reached my lips. Carmel, do you know why I am here? I shook my head. Was it her teeth that were chattering or mine? I am here to end at all, said she. With my hope gone, my heart laid waste.

Starting point is 10:31:39 Life has no prospect for me. I believe in God, and I know that my act is sinful, but I can no more live than can the trees dricken at the root. Tomorrow he will not need to write notes. He can come and comfort you in our home. But never let him look at me. As we are sisters, I am almost a mother to you. Shut my face away from his eyes,

Starting point is 10:32:04 where I shall rise in my casket, and the tangle of our lives will be very, renewed. I tell you this, I bear my sister's broken heart to you, giving you her very words, sacred as they are to me and—and to others who are present, and must listen to all I say, because it is right that you should understand her frenzy and know all that passed between us in that awful hour. This was irregular, highly irregular, but District Attorney Fawkes sat on, unmoved. Possibly he feared to prejudice the jury, possibly he recognized the danger of an interruption now, not only to the continuity of her testimony, but to the witness herself, or, what is

Starting point is 10:32:52 just as likely, possibly he cherished a hope that, in giving her a free reign and allowing her to tell her story thus artlessly, she would herself supply the clue he needed to reconstruct his case on the new lines upon which it was being slowly forced by these unexpected revelations. Whatever the course, he let these expressions of feeling pass. At a gesture from Mr. Moffat, Carmel proceeded. I tottered at this threat, and she, a mother to me from my cradle, started instinctively to catch me, but the feeling left her before she had taken two steps, and she stopped still.

Starting point is 10:33:36 "'Drop your hand,' she cried. "'I want to see your whole face while I ask you one last question. "'I could not read the note. "'Why did you come here?' "'I dropped my hand, and she stood staring. "'Then she uttered a cry and ran quickly towards me. "'What is it?' she cried. "'What has happened to you?

Starting point is 10:33:58 "'Is it the shadow, or—' "'I caught her by the hand. "'I could speak now. "'Adelaide,' said I, "'you are not the only. only one to love to the point of hurt. I love you. Let this little scar be witness. Then, as her eyes opened and she staggered, I caught her to my breast and hit my face on her shoulder. You say that to-morrow I shall be free to receive notes. He will not wish to write them tomorrow.

Starting point is 10:34:28 The beauty he liked is gone. If it weighed over much with him, then you and I are on a plane again, or I am on an inferior one. Your joy will be sweeter for this break. She started, raised my head from her shoulder, looked at me and shuddered, but no longer with hate. Carmel, she whispered, the story, the story I read you of Francis I first, and— Yes, I agreed, that made me think.

Starting point is 10:35:00 Her knees bent under her. She sank at my feet, but her eyes never left my feet. my face." And—and Elwood? He knows nothing. I did not make up my mind till to-night. Adelaide, it had to be. I hadn't the strength to—to leave you all, or—or to say no, if he ever asked me to

Starting point is 10:35:22 my face what he asked me in that note. And then I tried to lift her, but she was kissing my feet, kissing my dress, sobbing out her life on my hands. Oh, I was happy. My future looked very simple to me. But my cheek began to burn, and instinctively I put up my hand. This brought her to her feet. "'You are suffering,' she cried.

Starting point is 10:35:45 "'You must go home at once, at once, while I telephone to Dr. Carpenter.' "'We will go together,' I said. "'We can telephone from there.' But at this, the awful look came back into her face, and seeing her forget my hurt, I forgot it too, in dread of what she would say when she found strange. strength to speak. It was worse than anything I had imagined. She refused absolutely to go back home.

Starting point is 10:36:13 "'Kamo,' said she, "'I have done injustice to your youth. You love him, too, not like a child but a woman. The tangle is worse than I thought. Your heart is caught in it, as well as mine, and you shall have your chance. My death will give it to you.' I shook my head, pointing to my cheek. She shook hers, and quietly, calmly said, You have never looked so beautiful.

Starting point is 10:36:41 Should we go back together and take up the old life, the struggle which has undermined my conscience and my whole existence would begin again. I cannot face that ordeal, Carmel. The morning light would bring me daily torture, the evening dusk and night of blasting dreams. We three cannot live in this world together. I am the least loved, and so I should be the one to die. I am determined, Carmel, life with me has come to this.

Starting point is 10:37:12 I tried to dissuade her. I urged every plea, even that of my own sacrifice. But she was no more her natural self. She had taken up the note and read it during my entreaties, and my words fell on deaf ears. Why, these words have killed me! She cried, crumpling the night. note in her hand. What will a little poison do? It can only finish what he has begun.

Starting point is 10:37:39 "'Poison! I had remembered how I had heard her, pushing about bottles in the medicine cabinet, and felt my legs grow weak in my head swim. You will not,' I cried, watching her hand, in terror of seeing it rise to her breast. You are crazed to-night. Tomorrow you will feel differently. But the fixed, set look of her bleak face gave me no hope. I shall never feel differently. If I do not end it tonight, I shall do so soon. When a heart like mine goes down, it goes down forever. I could only shudder. I did not know what to do, or which way to turn. She stood between me and the door, and her presence was terrible. When I came here, she said, I brought a bottle of cordial with me and three glasses.

Starting point is 10:38:30 I brought a little file of poison, too, once ordered for sickness. I expected to find Elwood here. If I had, I meant to drop the poison into one glass, and then fill them all up with a cordial. We should have drunk each one of us his glass, and one of us would have fallen. I did not care which. You or Elwood are myself. But he is not here, and to the cast of the dices between. us, unless you wish a certainty, Carmel, in which case I will pour out but one glass and

Starting point is 10:39:01 drink that myself. She was in a fever now, and desperate. Death was in the room. I felt it in my lifted hair, and in her strangely drawn face. If I screamed, it would hear me. I never thought of the telephone, and I doubt if she would have let me use it, then. The power she had always exerted over me was very strong in her at this moment, and not till afterwards did it call.

Starting point is 10:39:26 cross my mind that I had never asked her how she got to the house, or whether we were as much alone in the building as I believed. "'Shall I drink alone?' she repeated. And I cried out, no, at which her hand went to her breast, as I so long expected, and I saw the glitter of a little file as she drew it forth. "'Oh, Adelaide,' I began, but she heeded me no more than the dead. On leaving home, she had put a long coat with pockets, and this coat was still on her, and the pockets gaping. Thrusting her other hand into one of these, she drew out a little flask, covered with wicker, and set it on a stand beside her.

Starting point is 10:40:09 Then she pulled out two small glasses, and set them down also, and then she turned her back. I could hear the drop, drop, of the liquor, and dark as the room was, it seemed to just to turned darker till I put out my hands like one groping in a sudden night. But everything cleared before me when she turned around again. Feature set like hers forced themselves to be seen. She advanced, a glass in either hand. As she came, the floor swayed, and the walls seemed to bow together, but they did not sway her.

Starting point is 10:40:45 Step by step she drew near, and when she reached my side she smiled in my face once. and she said, "'Choose a right, dear heart. Leave the poisoned one for me.' Fascinated, I stared at one glass, then at the other. Had either of her hands trembled, I should have grasped at the glass had held,

Starting point is 10:41:08 but not a tremor shook those icy fingers, nor did her eyes wander to the right hand or the left. Adelaide, I shrieked out, tossed them behind you. Let us live, live! But she only reiterated that awful word, choose. And I dare not hesitate longer, lest I lose my chance to save her. Groping I touched a glass, I never knew which one, and drawing it from her fingers,

Starting point is 10:41:37 I lifted it to my mouth. Instantly her other hand rose. I don't know which is which myself, she said, and drank. That made me drink also. The two glasses sent out a clicking sound as we'd set them back on the stand. Then we waited, looking at each other. Which, her lips seemed to say, which? In another moment we knew.

Starting point is 10:42:03 Your choice was the right one, said she, and she sank back into a chair. Don't leave me, she called out, for I was about to run shrieking out into the night. I—I am happy now that it is all settled. but I do not want to die alone. Oh, how hot I am! And leaping up, she flung off her coat, and went gasping about the room for air. Then she sank down again.

Starting point is 10:42:30 It was on the lounge, and again I tried to fly for help, and again she would not let me. Suddenly she started up, and I saw a great change in her. The heavy, lead in look was gone. Tenderness had come back to her eyes, and a human, anxious expression

Starting point is 10:42:47 to her whole face. I have been mad, she cried. Carmel! Carmo, what have I done to you? My more than sister! My child! My child! I tried to soothe her, to keep down my awful fear and soothe her. But the nearness of death had calmed her poor heart

Starting point is 10:43:06 into its old love and habitual thoughtfulness. She was terrified at my position. She recalled our mother, and the oath she had taken at that mother's deathbed, to protect me and to care for me and my brother. And I have failed to do either, she cried. Arthur I have alienated, and you I am leaving to unknown trouble and danger. She was not to be comforted.

Starting point is 10:43:32 I saw her life ebbing and could do nothing. She clung to me while she called up all her powers, and made plans for me and showed me a way of escape. I was to burn the note, fling two of the glasses from the window, and leave the other and the deadly file near her hand. This before I left the room. Then I was to call up the police and say there was something wrong at the clubhouse, for I was not to give my name or even acknowledge I was there.

Starting point is 10:44:02 Nothing can save trouble, she said, but that trouble must not come near you. Swear that you will heed my words, swear that you will do what I say. I swore. All that she asked, I promised. I was almost dying, too, and had the light gone out, and the rafters of the house fallen in and buried us both, it would have been better. But the light burnt on, and the life in her eyes faded out, and the hands grasping mine relaxed. I heard one little gasp, then a low prayer. Tell Arthur never, never again to—' Then silence.

Starting point is 10:44:46 end of chapter thirty part one chapter thirty part two of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libovovox recording is in the public domain recording by caroline chapter thirty part two choose sobs cries veiled faces then silence in the courtroom too it was broken by but one sound a hard rending sigh from the prisoner but nobody looked at him and thank god nobody looked at me every eye was on the face of this young girl whose story bore such an impress of truth and yet was so contradictory of all form evidence what revelations were yet to follow it would seem that she was speaking of her sister's death but her sister had not died that way her sister had been strangled could this dainty creature with beauty scarred and yet powerfully triumphant be the victim of an hallucination as to the cause of that scar and the awesome circumstances which attended its infliction or harder still to believe were these sole compelling tones these evidences of grief this pathetic yielding to the rights of the law in face of the heart's natural shrinking from disclosures sacred as they were tragic were these the medium by which she sought to mislead justice and to conceal truth even i with my memory of her looks as she faltered down the staircase on that memorable night pale staring her left hand to her cheek and rocking from side to side in pain or terror could not but ask if this heart-rending story did not involve a still more terrible sequel i searched her face

Starting point is 10:46:53 and wrecked my very soul, in my effort to discern what lay beneath this angelic surface, beneath this recital which, if it were true, and the whole truth, would not only call for the devotion of a lifetime, but a respect to transcending love and elevating it to worship. But on her cold and quiet features I could detect nothing beyond the melancholy of grief, and the suspense from which all suffered kept me also on the rack. until at a question from Mr. Moffat she spoke again, and we heard her say, "'Yes, she died that way, with her hands in mine. There was no one else by. We were quite alone.' That settled it, and for a moment the revulsion of feeling threatened to throw the court into tumult. But one thing restrained them, not the look of astonishment on her face, not the startled uplift of Arthur's head, not the quiet complacency, which in an instant replaced the defeated aspect of the district attorney, but the gesture and attitude of Mr. Moffat,

Starting point is 10:48:02 the man who had put her on the stand, and who now from the very force of his personality, kept the storm in abeyance, and, by his own composure, forced back attention to his witness and to his own confidence in his case. This result reached, he turned again towards carmel with renewed respect in his manner and a marked softening in his aspect and voice can you fix the hour of this occurrence he asked in any way you can locate the time no for i did not move at once i felt tired to that couch i am very young and i had never seen death before when i did get up i hobbled like an old woman and almost went distracted but came to that couch but came to me very young and i had never seen death before when i did get up i hobbled like an old woman and almost went distracted but came to to myself as I saw the note on the floor, the note I was told to burn. Lifting it, I moved towards the fireplace, but got a fright on the way, and stopped in the middle of the floor and looked back.

Starting point is 10:49:02 I thought I had heard my sister speak. But the fancy passed as I saw how still she lay, and I went on after a while, and threw the note into the one small flame, which was all that was left of the fire. I saw it caught by a draught from the door behind me and go flaming up the chimney. Some of my troubles seemed to go with it, but a great one yet remained. I didn't know how I could ever turn around again and see my sister lying there behind me, with her face fixed in death, for which I was in a way of responsible. I was subjectly frightened, and knelt there a long time,

Starting point is 10:49:44 praying and shuddering before I could rise again to my room. my feet and move about as I had to, since God had not stricken me, and I must live my life and do what my sister had bidden me. Courage, such courage as I had had, was all gone from me now, and while I knew there was something else for me to do before I left the room, I could not remember what it was, and stood hesitating, dreading to lift my eyes and yet feeling that I ought to, if only to aid my memory by a look at my sister's face. Suddenly I did look up, but it did not aid my memory, and realizing that I could never think with that lifeless figure before me, I lifted a pillow from the window-seat nearby, and covered her face.

Starting point is 10:50:30 I must have done more. I must have covered the whole lounge with pillows and cushions, for presently my mind cleared again, and I recollected that it was something about the poison. I was to put the file in her hand, or was I to throw it from the window. Something was to be thrown from the window. It must be the file. But I couldn't lift the window, so, having found the file standing on the table beside the little flask, I carried it into the closet where there was a window opening inward, and I dropped it out of that, and thought I had done all. But when I came back and saw Adelaide's coat lying in a heap where she had thrown it,

Starting point is 10:51:09 I recalled that she had said something about this, but what? I didn't know. So I lifted it and put it in the closet. Why, I cannot say. Then I set my mind on going home. But there was something to do first, something not in that room. It was a long time before it came to me. Then the sight of the empty hall recalled it.

Starting point is 10:51:32 The door by which Adelaide had come in had never been closed, and as I went towards it I remembered the telephone, and that I was to call up the police. Lifting the candle, I went creeping towards the front hall. Adelaide had commanded me, where I could never had accomplished this task. I had to open a door, and when it swung to behind me and latched, I turned around and looked at it, as if I never expected it to open again. I almost think I fainted, if one can faint standing,

Starting point is 10:52:02 for when I knew anything, after the appalling latching of that door, I was in quite another part of the room, and the candle which I still held looked to my dazed eyes shorter than when I started with it from the place where my sister lay. I was wasting time. The thought drove me to the table. I caught up the receiver, and when Central Lancet, I said something about the whispering pines and wanting help. This is all I remember about that. "'Somime afterward, I don't know when, I was stumbling down the stairs on my way out. "'I had gone to—' "'To the room again for my little bag, "'for the keys were in it, and I dared not leave them. "'But I didn't stay a minute, and I cast but one glance at the lounge.

Starting point is 10:52:53 "'What happened afterward is like a dream to me. "'I found the horse, the horse found the road, "'and sometime later I reached home. as i came within sight of the house i grew suddenly strong again the open stable-door reminded me of my duty and giving in i quickly unharnessed jenny and put her away then i dragged the cutter into place and hung up the harness lastly i locked the door and carried the key with me into the house and hung it up on its usual nail in the kitchen i had obeyed adelaide and now i would go to my room that is what she would wish but i don't know whether i did this or not my mind was full of adelaide till confusion came then darkness and then the perfect blank she had finished she had done as she had been asked she had told the story of that evening as she knew it from the family dinner till her return home after midnight and the mystery of adelaide's death was as great as ever did she realize this had i wrong this lovely, tempestuous nature by suspicions which this story put to blush.

Starting point is 10:54:10 I was happy to think so, madly, unreasonably happy. Whatever happened, whatever the future threatening Arthur or myself, it was rapture to be restored to right thinking as regards this captivating and youthful spirit, who had suffered and must suffer always, and all through me, who thought it a pleasant pastime to play with heart. hearts, and a walk to find I was playing with souls, and those of the two noblest women I had ever known. The cutting in of some half-dozen questions from Mr. Moffat, which I scarcely heard, and which

Starting point is 10:54:47 did not at all affect the status of the case as it now stood, served to cool down the emotional element, which had almost superseded the judicial, in more minds than those of the jury, and having thus prepared his witness for an examination at other. and less careful hands, he testified his satisfaction at her replies, and turned her over to the prosecution with a time-worn phrase, Mr. District Attorney, this witness is yours. Mr. Fox at once arose. The moment was ripe for conquest. He put his most vital question first. In all this interview with your sister, did you remark any discoloration of

Starting point is 10:55:33 on her throat. The witness's lips opened. Surprise spoke from her every feature. This coloration, she repeated. I do not know what you mean. Any marks darker than the rest of her skin on her throat or neck? No. Adelaide had a spotless skin.

Starting point is 10:55:55 It looked like marble as she lay there. No, I saw no marks. Miss Cumberland, have you heard, or read a full account of this trial. She was trembling now. Was it from fear of the truth, or under that terror of the unknown embodied in this question? I do not know, said she.

Starting point is 10:56:18 What I heard was from my nurse and Mr. Moffat. I read very little, and that was only about the first days of the trial and the swearing-in of the jurors. This is the first time I have heard any mention made of marks, and I do not understand yet what you are looking. "'District Attorney Fox cast at Mr. Moffat an eloquent glance, which that gentleman bore on moved, then turning back to the witness, he addressed her in milder and more considerate tones than were usually heard from him in cross-examination, and asked, "'Did you hold your sister's hands all the time she lay dying, as you thought on the lounge?'

Starting point is 10:56:59 "'Yes, yes.' and did not see her raise them once no no how was it when you let go of them where did they fall then on her breast i laid them down softly and crossed them i did not leave i did not leave her till i had done this and closed her eyes and what did you do then i went for the note to burn it miss cumberland in your direct examination you said that you stopped still as you crossed the floor at the time thinking that your sister called and that you looked back at her to see yes sir were her hands crossed then yes sir just the same and afterward when you came from the fire after waiting some little time for courage yes yes there were no signs of movement "'Oh, she was dead. Quite dead.' "'No statements, Miss Cumberland. "'She looked the same, and you saw no change in the position of her hands.

Starting point is 10:58:10 "'None! They were just as I left them.' "'Miss Cumberland, you have told us how, immediately after taking the poison, "'she staggered about the room, and sank first on a chair and then on the lounge. "'Were you watching her then?' "'Oh, yes, every. moment. Her hands as well as her face. I don't know about her hands. I should have observed it if she had done anything strange with them. Can you say she did not clutch or grip her throat during any of this time? Yes, yes, I couldn't have forgotten it if she had done that. I remember every move she made so well. She didn't do that. Mr. Fox's eye stole towards the jury. To a man

Starting point is 10:58:59 they were alert, anxious for the next question, and serious as to the arbitrators of a man's life ought to be. Satisfied he put the question, when, after telephoning you returned to the room where you sister lay, did you glance at the lounge? Yes, I could not help it. Was it in the same condition as when you left, the pillows I mean? I—I think so. I cannot say. I only half looked I was terrified by it.

Starting point is 10:59:34 Can you say that they had not been disturbed? No, I can't say nothing, but what does— Only the answer, Miss Cumberland. Can you tell us how these pillows were arranged? I'm afraid not. I threw them down quickly, madly, just as I collected them. I only know that I put the window cushion down first. The rest fell anyhow, but they quite covered her, quite.

Starting point is 11:00:04 Hands and face? Her whole body? And did they cover her quite when you came back? They must have— Wait! I know I have no right to say that, but I cannot swear that I saw any change. Can you swear that there was no change, that the pillows and the window cushion lay just as they did when you left the room? She did not answer.

Starting point is 11:00:31 Horror seemed to have ceased hold of her. Her eyes, fixed on the attorney's face, wavered, and, had they followed their natural impulse, would have turned towards her brother, but her fear, possibly her love, was her counsellor, and she brought them back to Mr. Fox. Resolutely, but with the shuddering insight of the importance of her reply, she answered with that one weighty, monosyllable,

Starting point is 11:00:56 which can crush them. so many hopes and even wreck a life. No. At the next moment she was in Dr. Carpenter's arms. Her strength had given way for the time, and the court was hastily adjourned to give her opportunity for rest and recuperation. End of Chapter 30, Part 2.

Starting point is 11:01:27 Chapter 31 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Librovox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Carolyn Chapter 31 Were her hands crossed then? Three score and ten I can remember well, within the volume of which time I have seen hours dreadful and things strange,

Starting point is 11:01:53 but this sore knight hath trifled former knowledge. Macbeth, I shall say nothing about myself, at this juncture. That will come later. I have something of quite different purport to relate. When I left the courtroom with the other witnesses, I noticed a man standing near the district attorney. He was a very plain man, with no especial claims to attention that I could see. Yet I looked at him longer than I did at anyone else, and turned and looked at him again as I passed through the doorway. afterward i heard that he was sweetwater the detective from new york who had had so much to do in unearthing the testimony against arthur testimony which in the light of this morning's revelations had taken on quite a new aspect as he was doubtless the first to acknowledge It was the curious blending of professional disappointment and a personal and characteristic appreciation of the surprising situation which made me observe him, I suppose.

Starting point is 11:03:01 Certainly my heart and mind were full enough not to waste looks on a commonplace stranger unless there had been some such overpowering reason. I left him still talking to Mr. Fox, and later received this account of the interview which followed between them and Dr. Perry. Is this girl telling the truth? asked district attorney Fox, as soon as the three were closeted and each could speak his own mind. Doctor, what do you think? I do not question her veracity in the least. A woman who, for purely moral reasons, could defy pain and risk the loss of beauty universally acknowledged as transcendent, would never stoop to falsehood, even in her desire to save her brother's life. life. I have every confidence in her fox, and I think you may safely have the same. You believe that she burnt herself intentionally?

Starting point is 11:04:00 I wouldn't disbelieve it. You may think me sentimental. I knew and loved her father, from any fortune you might name. Say that you never knew her father. Say that you had no more interest in the girl or the case than the jurors have. What then? I should believe her for humanity's sake. For the sake of the happiness it gives one to find something true and strong in this sordid workaday world, a jewel in a dust heap. Oh, I'm a sentimentalist, I acknowledge. Mr. Fox turned to Sweetwater. And you? Mr. Fox, have you those tongs? Yes, I forgot. They were brought to my office with the other exhibits. I attached no importance to them, and you will probably find them just where I thrust them into the box-marked

Starting point is 11:04:53 cum. They were in the district attorney's office, and Sweetwater at once rose and brought forward the tongs. "'There is my answer,' he said, pointing significantly at one of the legs. The district attorney turned pale, and motioned Sweetwater to carry them back. He sat silent for a moment, and then showed that he was a man. "'Miss Cumberland has my respect,' said he. "'Sweetwater came back to his place.

Starting point is 11:05:23 "'Dr. Perry waited. "'Finally, Mr. Fawkes turned to him and put the anticipated question. "'You are satisfied with your autopsy? "'Miss Cumbullin's death was due to strangulation "'and not to the poison she took?' "'That was what I swore to, "'and what I should have to swear again "'if you placed me back on the stand.

Starting point is 11:05:45 The poison, taken with her great excitement, robbed her of consciousness, but there was too little of it, or it was too old and weakened to cause death. She would probably have revived in time, possibly did revive. But the clutch of those fingers was fatal. She could not survive it. It cost me more than you can ever understand to say this, but questions like yours must be answered. I should not be an honest man otherwise. "'Sweetwater made a movement. Mr. Fox turned and looked at him critically.

Starting point is 11:06:19 "'Speak out,' said he. "'But Sweetwater had nothing to say. "'Neither had Dr. Perry. "'The oppression of an unresolved problem "'involving lives of whose value each formed a different estimate "'was upon them all, "'possibly heaviest upon the district attorney, "'the most serious portion of whose work lay still before him.'

Starting point is 11:06:42 To the relief of all, Carmel was physically stronger than we expected when she came to retake her stand in the afternoon, but she had lost a little of her courage. Her expectation of clearing her brother, at a word, had left her, and with it the excitation of hope. Yet she made a noble picture, as she sat there, meeting, without a blush, but with an air of sweet humility impossible to describe the curious, all-devouring glances of the multitude, some of them anxious to repeat the experience of the morning, some of them new to the court, to her, and the cause for which she stood.

Starting point is 11:07:21 Mr. Fuchs kept nobody waiting. With a gentleness such as he seldom showed to any witness for the defence, he resumed his cross-examination by propounding the following question. Miss Cumberland, in your account of the final interview you had with your sister, you alluded to a story you had once read together. you tell us the name of this story?' It was called a legend of Francis I. It was not a novel but a little tale she found in some old magazine. It had a great effect upon us. I have never forgotten it.

Starting point is 11:07:57 Can you relate this tale to us in a few words? I will try. It was very simple. It merely told how a young girl marred her beauty to escape the attentions of the great king, and what respect you always showed her after that, even calling her sister. Was the thrill in her voice or in my own heart, or in the story, emphasized as it was by her undeniable attempt upon her own beauty? As that last word fell so softly, yet with such tender suggestion, his sensation of sympathy passed between us for the first time, and I knew, from the purity of her look

Starting point is 11:08:37 and the fearlessness of this covet appeal to one she could not address openly, that the doubts I had cherished of her up to this very moment were in outrage, and that were possible or seemingly I should be bowed down in the dust at her feet, in reality, as I was in spirit. How this may have shared my feeling, for the glances which flew from her face to mine were laden with an appreciation of the situation, which for the moment drew the prisoner from the moment, from the minds of all, and centred attention on this tragedy of souls,

Starting point is 11:09:12 bared in so cruel a way to the curiosity of the crowd. I could not bear it. The triumph of my heart battled with a shame of my fault, and I might have been tempted into some act of manifest imprudence if Mr. Fox had not cut my misery short by recalling attention to the witness with a question of the most vital importance. While you were holding your sister's hands in what you're supposed to, to be her final moments, did you observe whether or not she still wore on her finger the curious

Starting point is 11:09:42 ring given her by Mr. Renelay, and known as her engagement ring? Yes, I not only saw it, but felt it. It was the only one she wore on her left hand. The district attorney paused. This was an admission unexpected, perhaps, by himself, which it was desirable to have sink into the minds of the jury. The ring had not been removed by Adelaide herself, it was still on her finger as the last hour during I. An awful fact if established, telling seriously against Arthur. Involuntarily I glanced his way. He was looking at me. The mutual glance struck fire. What I thought, he thought, but probably with a difference. The moment was surcharged with

Starting point is 11:10:31 emotion for all but the witness herself. She was calm. Perhaps she did not understand the significance of the occasion. Mr. Fox pressed his advantage. And when you rose from the lounge and crossed your sister's hands— It was still there. I put that hand upermost. And left the ring on. Oh, yes, oh yes.

Starting point is 11:10:56 Her whole attitude and face were full of protest. So that, to the best of your belief, it was still on your sister's finger when you left the room. "'Certainly, sir, certainly.' There was alarm in her tone now. She was beginning to see that her testimony was not as entirely helpful to Arthur as she had been led to expect. In her helplessness she cast a glance of entreaty at her brother's counsel. But he was busily occupied with pencil and paper,

Starting point is 11:11:26 and she received no encouragement unless it was from his studiously composed manner and general air of unconcern. She did not know, nor did I ever do. know then what uneasiness such an air may cover mr fox had followed her glances and perhaps understood his adversary better than she did for he drew himself up with an appearance of satisfaction as he asked very quietly what material did you use in lighting the fire on the club-house hearth wood from the box and a little kindling i found there how large was this kindling not very large some few stray pieces of finer wood i picked out from the rest and how did you light these with some scraps of paper i brought in my bag oh you brought scraps yes i had seen the books seen the wood but knew the wood would not kindle without paper so i brought some did the fire light quickly not very quickly you had trouble with it yes sir but i made it burn at last are you in the habit of kindling fires in your own home yes on the hearth you understand them

Starting point is 11:12:53 I have always found it a very simple matter if you have paper and enough kindling. And the draught is good? Yes, sir. Wasn't the draught good at the clubhouse? Not at first. Oh, not at first. When did you see a change? When the note I was trying to burn flew up the chimney.

Starting point is 11:13:18 I see. Was that after or before the door opened? after did the opening of this door alter the temperature of the room i cannot say i felt neither heat nor cold at any time didn't you feel the icy cold when you opened the dressing closet window to throw out the file i don't remember wouldn't you remember if you had i cannot say can you say whether you noticed any especial in the hall when you went out to telephone. My teeth were chattering, but... Had they chattered before? They may have. I only noticed it then, but...

Starting point is 11:14:06 The facts, Miss Cumberland. Your teeth chattered while you were passing through the hall. Did this keep up after you entered the room where you found the telephone? I don't remember. I was almost insensible. You don't remember that they... did. No, sir. But you do remember having shut the door behind you? Yes. An open window in the hall. That was what he was trying to prove. Open at this time. From the expression of such faces of the jury as I could see, I think he had proved it. The next point he made was in the same line. Had she,

Starting point is 11:14:48 and all the time she was in the building, heard any noises she could not account for. "'Yes, many times.' "'Can you describe these noises?' "'No. They were all kinds. The pines sighed continually. I knew it was the pines, but I had to listen. Once I heard a rushing sound. It was when the pines stopped swaying for an instant, but I don't know what it was. It was all very dreadful. Was this rushing sound such as a window might make on being opened?' possibly i didn't think of it at the time but it might have been from what direction did it come back of me for i turned my head about where were you at the time at the hearth it was before adelaide came in in near sound or far far but i cannot locate it indeed i cannot i forgot it in a moment but you remember it now yes and cannot you remember now any other noises than those you speak of that time you stepped into the hall when your teeth chattered you know did you hear nothing then but the sighing of the pines

Starting point is 11:16:06 she looked startled her hands went up and one of them clutched at her throat then they fell and slowly carefully like one feeling this way she answered i had forgotten i did hear something a sound in one of the doorways it was very faint a sigh a-i i don't know what it conveyed nothing to me then and not much now but you asked and i have answered you have done right miss cumbalant the jury ought to know these facts was it a human sigh it wasn't the sigh of the pines heard it in one of the doorways. Which doorway? The one opposite the room in which I left my sister. The doorway to the large hall? Yes, sir. Oh, the sinister memories, the moments which I myself had spent there, after this time for passing through the hall, thank God, but not long after, and someone had been there before me. Was it Arthur? I hardly had the courage to interrogate his face, but when I did, I, like everyone else who looked that way, met nothing but the quietude

Starting point is 11:17:26 of a fully composed man. There was nothing to be learned from him now. The hour for self-betrayal was past. I began to have a hideous doubt. Carmel, being innocent, who would be guilty but he? I knew of no one. The misery under which I had suffered was only lightened, not removed. We were still to see evil days. The prosecution would prove its case, and—but there was Mr. Moffat. I must not reckon without Moffat. He had sprung one surprise. Was he not capable of springing another?

Starting point is 11:18:02 Relieved, I fixed my mind again upon the proceedings. What was Mr. Fox asking her now? Miss Cumberland, are you ready to swear that you did not hear a step at that time? Yes, sir. Or see your face? Yes, sir. Sir? That you only heard a sigh. A sigh or something like one? Which made you stop? No, I did not stop. You went right on? Immediately. Entering the telephone room. Yes.

Starting point is 11:18:39 The door of which you shut? Yes. Intentionally. No, not intentionally. Did you shut that door yourself? "'I do not know. I must have, but I—' "'Never mind explanations. You do not know whether you shut it or whether someone else shattered. "'I do not.' The words fell weightily. They seemed to strike every heart. "'Miss Cumberland, you have said that you telephoned for the police. "'I telephoned for Central.

Starting point is 11:19:16 "'For help?' "'Yes, for help.' "'You were some minutes doing this, you say. "'I have reason to think so, but I don't know definitely. "'The candle seemed shorter when I went out than when I came in. "'Are you sure you telephoned for help?' "'Help was what I wanted. Help for my sister. "'I do not remember my words.'

Starting point is 11:19:40 "'And then you left the building.' "'After going up for my little bag.' "'Did you see any one then?' No, sir. Hear anyone? No, sir. Did you see your sister again? I have said that I just glanced at the couch.

Starting point is 11:20:01 Were the pillows there? Yes, sir. Just as you had left them. I have said that I could not tell. Wouldn't you know if they had been disturbed? No, sir, not from the look I gave them. Then they might have been disturbed, might even have rearranged without your knowing it.

Starting point is 11:20:23 They might. Miss Cumberland, when you left the building, did you leave it alone? I did. Was the moon shining? No, it was snowing. Did the moon shine when you went to throw the file out of the window? Yes, very brightly. Bright enough for you to see the links?

Starting point is 11:20:47 I didn't look at the link. Where were you looking? Behind me. When you threw the file out? Yes. What was there behind you? A dead sister. Oh, the indescribable tone.

Starting point is 11:21:07 Nothing else? No. Forgive me, Miss Cumberland, I do not want to trouble you, but was there not something or someone in the adjoining room besides your dead sister to make you look back? I saw no one, but I looked back. I don't know why. And didn't you turn at all? I do not think so. You threw the file out without looking.

Starting point is 11:21:34 Yes. How do you know you threw it out? I felt it slip from my hand. Where? Over the window ledge. I had pulled the window open before I turned my head. I had only to feel for the sill. When I touched its edge, I opened my fingers. Triumph for the defense. Cross-examination on this point had only served to elucidate the mysterious fact.

Starting point is 11:22:01 The position of the file, caught in the vines, was accounted for in a very natural manner. Mr. Fuchs shifted his inquiries. You have said that you wore a hat and a coat of your brothers in coming to the clubhouse? Did you keep these articles? on. No, I left them in the lower hall. Where in the lower hall? On the rack there. Was your candle lit? Not then, sir. Yet you found the rack. I felt for it. I knew where it was. When did you light the candle? After I hung up the coat. And then you came down. Did you have the candle then? Yes, for a while, but I didn't have any light when I went for the coat and hat.

Starting point is 11:22:53 I remember feeling all along the wall. I don't know what I did with the candlestick or the candle. I had them on the stairs. I didn't have them when I put on the coat and hat. I knew what she did with them. She flung them out of her hand upon the marble floor. Should I ever forget the darkness swallowing up that face of mental horror and physical suffering. Miss Cumbulland, you are sure about having telephone for help, and that you mentioned the whispering pines in doing so. Quite sure. Oh, what weariness was creeping into her voice.

Starting point is 11:23:33 Then, of course, you left the door unlocked when you went out of the building. No, no, I didn't. I had the key and I locked it, but I didn't realize this till I went to untie my horse. Then I found the keys in my hand, but I didn't go back. Do you mean that you didn't know you locked the door? I don't remember whether I knew or not at the time. I do remember being surprised and a little frightened when I saw the keys, but I didn't go back. Yet you had telephoned for the police?

Starting point is 11:24:08 Yes. And you locked them out? I didn't care. I didn't care. An indefinite number of questions followed. The poor child was near fainting, but bore up wonderfully, nonewithstanding, contradicting herself but seldom, and then only from a lack of understanding the question, or from sheer fatigue. Mr. Fox was considerate, and Mr. Moffat interrupted but seldom. All could see that this noble-hearted girl, this heroine of all hearts, was trying to tell the truth, and sympathy was with her, even though.

Starting point is 11:24:44 that of the prosecution. But certain facts had to be brought out, among them the blowing off of her hat, on that hurried drive home through the ever-thickening snowstorm. A fact easily accounted for when one considered the thick coils of hair over which it had been drawn. The circumstances connected with her arrival at the house were all carefully sifted, but nothing new came up, nor was her credibility as a witness shaken. The prosecution and the prosecution had lost much by this witness, but it had also gained. No doubt now remained that the ring was still on the victim's hand when she succumbed to the effects of the poison, and the possibility of another presence in the house during the fateful interview just recorded

Starting point is 11:25:29 had been strengthened, rather than lessened, by Carmel's hesitating admissions. And so the question hung poised, and I was expecting to see her dismissed from the stand, when the district attorney settled himself again into his accustomed allegation. of inquiry and launched this new question. When you went into the stable to unharness your horse, what did you do with the little bag you carried? I took it out of the cutter. What then? Set it down somewhere.

Starting point is 11:26:02 Was there anything in the bag? Not now. I had left the tongs at the clubhouse, and the paper I had burned. I took nothing else. How about the candlestick? that i carried in one of the pockets of my coat that i left too was that all you carried in your pockets yes the candlestick and the candle the candle stick on the candle on the other and these you did not have on your return no i left both so that your pockets were empty entirely empty when you drove into your own gate yes sir so far as i know i never looked into them and felt nothing there no sir took nothing out no sir

Starting point is 11:26:54 then or when you unharnessed your horse or afterward as you passed back to the house no sir what path did you take in returning to the house there is only one did you walk straight through it as straight as i could it was snowing heavily and i was dizzy and felt strange i may have zigzagged a little did you zigzag enough to go back to the stable oh no you are sure that you did not wander in back of the stable as sure as i can be of anything miss cumberland i have but a few more questions to ask will you look at this portion of a broken bottle i see it sir will you take it on your hand and examine it carefully she reached out her hand it was trembling visibly and her face expressed a deep distress but she took the piece of broken bottle and looked at it before passing it back miss cumberland did you ever see that bit of broken glass before she shook her head then she caused a quick look at her brother and seemed to gain an instantaneous courage no said she i may have seen a whole bottle like that at some time in the club-house but i have no memory of this broken end none at all i am obliged to you miss cumberland i will trouble you no more to-day then he threw up his head and smiled a slow sarcastic smile at mr moffat end of chapter thirty one Chapter 32 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green.

Starting point is 11:28:47 This Lib of Box recording is in the public domain. Recording by Carolyn Chapter 32 And I had said nothing. On my soul's joy, if after every tempest come such coms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death. Othello. I had always loved her, that I knew even in the hour of my own.

Starting point is 11:29:16 my darkest suspicion. But now I felt free to worship her. As the thought penetrated my whole being, it made the night gladsome. Whatever awaited her, whatever awaited Arthur, whatever awaited me, she had regenerated me. A change took place that night in my whole nature, in my whole aspect of life and my view of women. One fact row triumphant above all other considerations and possible distresses. Fate, I was more inclined now to call it providence, had shown me the heart of a great and true woman, and I was free to expend all my best impulses in honoring her and loving her, whether she ever looks my way again, received or even acknowledged an homage, growing out

Starting point is 11:30:10 of such a wrong as I had done her, and her unfortunate sister. set a star in my firmament. It turned down all the ill-written and besmirched leaves in my book of life, and opened up a new package on which her name, written in letters of gold, demanded clean work in the future, and a record which should not shame the aura surrounding that pure name. Sorrow for the past, dread of the future, both were lost in the glad rebound of my distracted soul. The night was dedicated to joy and to joy alone. The next day, being a Sunday, I had ample time for the reaction bound to follow hours of such exaltation. I had no wish for company. I even denied myself to Clifton. The sight of a human face

Starting point is 11:31:07 was more than I could bear, unless it were the one face, and that I could not hope for. but the desire to see her to hear from her if only to learn how she had endured the bitter ordeal of the day before soon became unbearable i must know this much at any cost to her feelings or to mine after many a struggle with myself i called up dr carpenter on the telephone from him i learned that she was physically prostrated but still clear in mind and satisfied of her brother's innocence this letter statement might mean anything but impaired by him to me it seemed to be capable of but one interpretation i must be prepared for whatever distrust of myself this confidence carried with it this was intolerable i had to speak i had to inquire if she had yet heard of the real reason where i was the first to be arrested a decided no cut short that agony i could breathe again and proffer a humble request doctor i cannot approach her i cannot even write it would seem too presumptuous but tell her as you find the opportunity how i honour her do not let her remain under the impression that i am not capable of truly feeling what she has borne and must still bear i will do what i can was his reply and he mercifully cut short the conversation this was the event of the morning

Starting point is 11:32:48 in the afternoon i sat in my window thinking my powers of reasoning had returned and the insoluble problem of adelaide's murder occupied my whole mind with carmel innocent who was there left to suspect not arthur his fingers were as guiltless as my own of those marks on her throat. Of this I was convinced, difficult as it made my future. My mind refused to see guilt in a man who could meet my eye with just the look he gave me on leaving the courtroom at the conclusion of his sister's triumphant examination. It was a momentary glance, but I read it, I am sure, quite truthfully. "'You are the man,' it said, but not in the old bitter and revengeful way voiced by his tongue before we came together in the one effort to save carmel from what in our short-sightedness and misunderstanding of her character we had looked upon as the worst of humiliations and the most desperate of perils

Starting point is 11:33:54 there was sadness in his conviction and an honest man's regret which if noted by those about us was far more dangerous to my good name than the loudest of denunciations or the most ecrimonious of assaults it put me in the worst of positions but one chance remained for me now the secret man of guilt might yet come to light but how or through whose agency I found myself unable to conceive. I had neither the wit nor the experience to untangle this confused web. Should I find the law in shape to deal with it? A few days would show. With the termination of Arthur's trial, this story of my future would begin. Meanwhile, I must have patience and such strength as could be got from the present. And so the afternoon pass. And so the afternoon With the coming on of night my mood changed. I wanted air, movement.

Starting point is 11:35:02 The closeness of my rooms had become unbearable. As soon as the lamps were lit in the strait, I started out and I went toward the cemetery. I had no motive in choosing this direction for my walk. The road was an open one, and I should neither avoid people nor escape the chilly blast, blowing directly in my face from the northeast. Whim, or shall I not say, true feeling,

Starting point is 11:35:30 carried me there, though I was quite conscious all the time, of a strong desire to see Ella Fulton, and to learn from her the condition of affairs, whether she was at peace or in utter disgrace with her parents. It was a cold night, as I have said, and there would be few people in the streets. On the boulevard I met nobody. As I neared the cemetery, I passed one man,

Starting point is 11:35:58 otherwise I was, to all appearance, alone in this remote avenue. The effect was sinister, or my mood made it so. Yet I did not hasten my steps. The hours till midnight had to be lived through in some way, and why not in this? No companion would have been welcome, and had this solitude been less perfect, I should have murmured at the prospect of intrusion.

Starting point is 11:36:25 The cemetery gates were shut. This I had expected, but I did not need to enter the grounds to have a view of Adelaide's grave. The cumberland lot occupied a knoll in close proximity to the fence, and my only intention had been to pass this spot and cast one look within, in memory of Adelaide. To reach the place, however, I had to turn a cross. corner, and on doing so I saw good reason, as I thought, for not carrying out my intention at this especial time. Some man, I could not recognize him from where I stood, had forestalled me.

Starting point is 11:37:08 Though the night was a dark one, sufficient light shone from the scattered lamps on the opposite side of the way for me to discern his intent figure, crouching against the iron bars, and gazing, with an intentness which made him entirely oblivious of my presence, at the very plot, and on the very grave, which had been the end of my own pilgrimage. So motionless he stood, and so motionless I myself became at this unexpected and significant sight, that I presently imagined I could hear his sighs in the dead quiet into which the whole scene had sunk. grief, deeper than mine, spoke in those labouring breaths. Adelaide was mourned by someone as I, for all my remorse, could never mourn her.

Starting point is 11:38:02 And I did not know the man? Was not this strange enough to rouse my wonder? I thought so, and was on the point of satisfying this wonder by a quick advance upon this stranger, when there happened an uncanny thing which held me in check from sheer astonishment. I was so placed, in reference to one of the street lamps I have already mentioned, that my shadow fell before me plainly along the snow. This had not attracted my attention until, at the point of moving, I cast my eyes down and saw two shadows where only one should be.

Starting point is 11:38:41 As I had heard no one behind me, and had supposed myself entirely alone with the man, absorbed in contemplation of Adelaide's grave, I experienced the curious sensation which, without being fear, held me still for a moment with my eyes on this second shadow. It did not move any more than mine did. This was significant, and I turned. A man stood at my back, not looking at me, but, but at the fellow in front of us. A quiet, hush, sounded in my ear, and again I stood still, but only for an instant. The man at the fence, aroused by my movement, perhaps, had turned,

Starting point is 11:39:25 and seeing our two figures, started to fly in the opposite direction. Instinctively I darted forward in pursuit, but was soon passed by the man behind me. This caused me to slacken, for I had recognized this letter, as he flew by, as Sweetwater, the detective, and knew that he would do this work better than myself. But I reckoned without my host. He went only as far as the spot where the man had been standing. When, in my astonishment, I advanced upon him there, he wheeled about quite naturally in my direction, and accosting me by name, remarked in his genial offhand manner. There is no need for us to tire our legs in a chase after that man.

Starting point is 11:40:13 I know him well enough. And who? I began. A quizzical smile answered me. The light was now in our faces, and I had a perfect view of his. Its expression quite disarmed me, but I knew, as well as if he had spoken, that I should receive no other reply to my half-formed question. "'Are you going back into town?' he asked, as I paused and looked down at the umbrella swinging in his hand.

Starting point is 11:40:45 I was sure that he had not held this umbrella when he started by me on the run. If so, will you allow me to walk beside you for a little way?' I could not refuse him. Besides, I was not sure that I wanted to. Homely, as any man I had ever seen, there was a magnetic quality. in his voice and manner that affected even one so fastidious as myself. I felt that I had rather talked to him at that moment than to any other person I knew. Of course curiosity had something to do with it, and that community of interest, which is the strongest bond that can link two people together.

Starting point is 11:41:30 "'You are quite welcome,' said I, and again cast my eyes at the umbrella. you are wondering where i got this he remarked looking down at it in his turn i found it leaning against the fence it gives me all the clue i need to our fleet-footed friend "'Mr. Renelay, will you credit me with good intentions if I ask a question or two, which you may or may not be willing to answer?' "'You may ask what you will,' said I. "'I have nothing to conceal since hearing Miss Cumbullin's explanation of her presence at the whispering pines.' "'Ah!' The ejaculation was eloquent. So was the silence which followed it.

Starting point is 11:42:19 "'Without good reason, perhaps, I felt a little reason, perhaps, I felt, the strain upon my heart lozen a little. Was it possible that I should find a friend in this man?' "'The question I am going to ask,' he continued presently, "'is one which you may consider unpardonable. Let me first express an opinion. You have not told all you know of that evening's doing.' This called for no reply, and I made none. I can understand your reticions if your knowledge included the fact of Miss Cumberland's heroic act and her sister's manner of death at the clubhouse. But it did not, I asserted, with deliberate emphasis. I knew nothing of either. My arrival happened later.

Starting point is 11:43:10 Miss Cumberland's testimony gave me my first enlightenment on these points. But I did know that the two sisters were there together, for a help. had a glimpse of the younger as she was leaving the house. "'You had? And are willing to state it now?' "'Assuredly. But any testimony of that kind is for the defence, and your interests are all with the prosecution. Mr. Moffat is the man who should talk to me.' "'Does he know it?'

Starting point is 11:43:41 "'Yes.' "'Who told him?' "'I did.' "'You?' "'Yes, it was my duty.' "'You are interested then in seeing young Cumberland freed. "'I must be. He is innocent.' "'The man at my side turned, shot at me one glance which I met quite calmly,

Starting point is 11:44:06 "'then, regulating his step by mine, moved on silently for a moment, "'thinking, as it appeared to me, some very serious thoughts. "'It was not until we had to be. had traversed a whole block in this way, that he finally put his question. Whether it was the one he had first had in mind, I cannot say. Mr. Renelay, will you tell me why, when you found yourself in such a dire extremity as to be arrested for this crime, on evidence as startling as to call for all and every possible testimony to your innocence, you preserved silence in regard to a fact which you must

Starting point is 11:44:47 have then felt would have secured you a most invaluable witness. I can understand why Mr. Cumberland has been loved to speak of his younger sister's presence in the clubhouse on that night, but his reason was not your reason. Yet you have been as hard to move on this point as he. Then it was, I regretted my thoughtless promise to be candid with this man. To answer were impossible, yet silence had its confidences, too. In my dilemma, I turned towards him, and just then we stepped within the glare of an electric light, pouring from some open doorway. I caught his eye, and was astonished at the change which took place in him. Don't answer, he muttered volubly. It isn't necessary. I understand the situation now, and you shall never regret that you met Caleb Sweetwater on your way this evening.

Starting point is 11:45:48 will you trust me sir a detective who loves his profession is no gabbler your secret is as safe with me as if you had buried it in the grave and i had said nothing he started to go then he stopped suddenly and observed with one of his wise smiles i once spent several minutes in miss carmel cumbaland's room and i saw a cabinet there which i saw a cabinet there which i had been in miss carmel's room and i saw a cabinet there which i had I found it very hard to understand. But its meaning came to me later. I could not rest till it did. At the next moment he was half way around the corner and in another out of sight. This was the evening's event.

Starting point is 11:46:38 End of Chapter 32. Chapter 33 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This loop of box according is in the public domain. recording by caroline chapter thirty three the arrow of death oh if you rear this house against this house it will the woefulest division prove that ever fell upon this cursed earth promethius unbound in my first glance around the court-room the next morning i sought first for carmel and then for the detective sweetwater neither was visible but this was not true of ella she had come in on her father's arm closely followed by the erect figure of her domineering mother as i scrutinized the latter's bearing i seemed to penetrate the mystery of her nature whatever humiliation she may have felt at the public revelation of her daughter's weakness it had been absorbed by her love for that daughter or had been forced through the agency of her indomitable will to become a ministering to her pride which was unassailable she had accepted the position exacted from her by the situation and she looked for no loss of prestige either on her daughters or her own account

Starting point is 11:48:14 such was the language of her eyes and it was a language which should have assured allah that she had a better friend in her mother than she had ever dreamed of the entrance of the defendant cut short my contemplation of any mere spectator. The change in him was so marked that I was conscious of it before I really saw him. Every eye had reflected it, and it was no surprise to me when I noted the relieved, almost cheerful aspect of his countenance as he took his place,

Starting point is 11:48:46 and met his counsel's greeting with a smile, the first, I believe, which had been seen on his face since his sister's death. That counselor had already, noted. He was cheerful also, but with a restrained cheerfulness. His task was not yet over, and the grimness of Mr. Fox and the non-committal aspect of the German proved that it was not to be made too easy for him. The crier announced the opening of the court, and the defense proceeded by the calling of Ella Fulton to the witness stand. I need not linger over her testimony. It was

Starting point is 11:49:25 very short and contained but one surprise. She had stated under direct examination that she had waited and watched for Arthur's return that whole night, and was positive that he had not passed through their grounds again after that first time in the early evening. This was just what I had expected from her. But the prosecution remembered the snowfall, and in her cross-examination on this point she acknowledged that it was very thick, much too thick for her to see. her own gate distinctly, but added that this only made her surer of the fact she had stated, for finding that she could not see, she had dressed herself for the storm and gone out into the driveway to watch there, and had so watched until the town clerk struck three.

Starting point is 11:50:13 This did not help the prosecution. Sympathy could not fail to be with this young and tremulous girl. Heroic in her love, if weak in other respects, and when her departure from the stand, she cast one depreciatory glance at the man for whom she had thus sacrificed her pride, and, meeting his eye fixed upon her with anything but ingratitude, flushed and faltered till she with difficulty found her way, the sentiments of the onlookers became so apparent that the judge's gavel was called into requisition before order could be restored,

Starting point is 11:50:48 and the next witness summoned to testify. This witness was no less a person than Arthur himself. recalled by his counsel he was reminded of his former statement that he had left the club-house in a hurry because he heard his sister adelaide's voice and was now asked if hers was the only voice he had heard his answer revealed much of his mind no i heard carmel answering her this satisfying mr moffat he passed over to mr fox and a short cross-examination ensued on this point. You heard both your sister speaking? Yes, sir. Any of their words or only their voices.

Starting point is 11:51:39 I heard one word. What word? The word Elwood. In which voice? In that of my sister Adelaide. And you fled? Immediately. leaving your two sisters alone in this cold and out-of-the-way house i did not think they were alone who did you think was with them i have already mentioned the name yet you left them

Starting point is 11:52:14 yes i've already explained that i was engaged in a mean act i was ashamed to be caught at it by adelaide i preferred flight i had no premonition of tragedy any such tragedy as afterwards occurred i understood neither of my sisters and my thoughts were only for myself didn't you so much as try to account for their both being there not then had you expected adelaide to accompany your younger sister when you harnessed the horse for her no sir had not this younger sister even enjoined secrecy upon you in asking you to harness the horse for her no sir had not this younger sister even enjoined secrecy upon you in asking you to harness the horse "'Yes, sir.' "'Yet you heard the two together in this remote building without surprise?' "'No, I must have felt surprise, but I didn't stop to analyze my feelings. "'Afterward, I turned it over in my mind and tried to make something out of the whole thing. "'But that was when I was far out on the links.'

Starting point is 11:53:18 "'A losing game thus far. "'This, the district attorney seemed to feel, but he was not an ungenerous, man, though cursed, perhaps, I should say, blessed, considering the position he held, by a tenacity which never let him lose his hold until the jury gave their verdict. "'You have a right to explain yourself fully,' said he, after a momentary struggle in which his generosity triumphed over his pride. When you did think of your sisters, what explanation did you give yourself on the facts we have just been considering?' i could not imagine the truth so i just satisfied myself that adelaide had discovered carmel's intention to ride into town and had insisted upon accompanying her they were having it out i thought in the presence of the man who made all this trouble between them

Starting point is 11:54:10 and you left them to the task yes sir but not without a struggle i was minded several times to return this i have testified to before did this struggle consume forty minutes it must have and more if i entered the hold in cuthbert road at the hour they state mr fox gave up the game and i looked to be the next person called but it was not a part of mr moffat's plan to weaken the effect of carmel's testimony by offering any weak corroboration of facts which nobody showed the least inclination to dispute satisfied with having given the jury an opportunity to contrast his client's present cheerfulness and manly aspect with the sullenness he had maintained while in doubt of carmel's real connection with this crime mr moffat rested his case there was no testimony offered in rebuttal and the court took a recess when it reassembled i cast another anxious glance around still no carmel nor any signs of I could understand her absence, but not his, and it was in a confusion of feeling, which was fast getting the upper hand of me, that I turned my attention to Mr. Moffat, and the plea he was about to make for his youthful client. I do not wish to obtrude myself too much into this trial of another man for the murder of my betrothed. But when, after a wait during which the prisoner had a chance to show his metal,

Starting point is 11:55:51 under the concentrated gaze of an expectant crowd, the senior counsel for the defense slowly rose, and, lifting his ungainly length, till his shoulders lost their stoop, and his whole presence acquired dignity, which had been entirely absent from it up to this decisive moment, I felt a sudden, slow and creeping chill, seize and shake me, as I have heard people say they experienced when uttering the common expression, Someone is walking over my grave. It was not that he glanced my way, for this he did not do,

Starting point is 11:56:31 yet I received a subtle message from him, by some telepathic means I could neither understand nor respond to, a message of warning, or possibly of simple preparation for what his coming speech might convey. I laid my spirits low for a moment, then they rose as those of a better man might rise at the scent of danger if he could warn he could also withhold i would trust him or i would at least trust my fate and so good-bye to self

Starting point is 11:57:06 arthur's life and carmel's future peace were trembling in the balance surely these were worth the full attention of the man who loved the woman who pitied the man at the next moment i heard these words delivered in the slow and but slightly raised tones with which mr moffat invariably began his address may it please the court and gentlemen of the jury my learned friend of the prosecution has shown great discretion in that so far as appears from the trend of his examinations he is planning no attempt to explain the many silences and the often forbidding attitude of my young client by any theory save the obvious one, the natural desire of a brother to hide his only remaining sister's connection with a tragedy of whose details he was ignorant, and concerning which he had formed a theory derogatory to her position as a young and well-bred woman. I am, therefore, spared the task of pressing upon your consideration these very natural, and I may add laudable grounds for my client's many hesitations and suppressions, which, under other circumstances,

Starting point is 11:58:25 would militate so deeply against him in the eyes of an upright and impartial jury. Any man with a heart in his breast, and a sense of honour in his soul, can understand why this man, whatever his record, and however impervious he may have seemed in the days of his prosperity and the willfulness of his youth should recoil from revelations which would attack the honour, if not the life of a young and beautiful sister, sole remnant of a family eminent and station, and in all those moral and civic attributes, which make for the honor of a town, and lend distinction to its history. Fear for a loved one, even in one whom you will probably hear described as a dissipated man,

Starting point is 11:59:13 of selfish tendencies and hitherto unbrotherly qualities is a great miracle worker no sacrifice seems impossible which serves as a ground for one so situated and so threatened let us review his history let us disentangle if we can our knowledge of what has occurred in the club-house from his knowledge of it at the time he showed these unexpected traits of self-control and brotherly anxiety which you will yet hear so severely scolded by my able opponent. His was a nature in which honorable instincts had forever battled with the secret predilections of youth for independence and free living. He rebelled at all motion, but this did not make him altogether insensible to the secret ties of kinship, or the claims upon his protection of two highly gifted sisters. consciously or unconsciously he kept watch upon the toe and when he saw that an extraneous influence was undermining their mutual confidence he rebelled in his heart whatever restraint he may have put upon his tongue in actions

Starting point is 12:00:30 then came an evening when with heart already roused by a personal humiliation he saw a letter passed you have heard the letter and listened to its answer but he knew nothing beyond the fact a fact which soon received a terrible significance from the events which so speedily followed here mr moffat recapitulated those events but always from the standpoint of the defendant a standpoint which necessitated those events but always from the standpoint of the defendant a standpoint which necessitated brought before the jury the many excellent reasons which his client had for supposing this crime to have resulted solely from the conflicting interests represented by that futively past note and the visit of two girls instead of one to the whispering pines it was very convincing especially his picture of arthur's impulsive flight from the club-house at the first sound of his sister's voices the the learned counsel for the people may call this unnatural he cried he may say that no brother would leave the place under such circumstances whether sober or not sober a life to duty or did to it that curiosity would hold him there if nothing else but he forgets if thus he thinks and thus would have you think that the man who now confronts you from the bar is separated by an immense experience from the boy he was at that hour of surprise and selfish preoccupation you who have heard the defendant tell how he could not remember if he carried up one or two bottles from the kitchen can imagine the blank condition of this untutored mind at the moment when those voices fell upon his ear, calling him to responsibilities he had never before shouldered,

Starting point is 12:02:23 and which he saw no way of shouldering now. In that first instance of considerate escape, he was alarmed for himself, afraid of the discovery of the sneaking act of which he had just been guilty, not fearful for his sisters. You would have done differently, but you are all men disciplined to forget yourselves, and think first of others, taught in the school of life, to face responsibility rather than shirk it.

Starting point is 12:02:52 But discipline had not yet reached this unhappy boy, the slave so far of his unfortunate habits. It began its work later, yet not much later. Before he had half crossed the golf-links, the sense of what he had done stopped him in middle course, and reckless of the uncommon storm, he turned his back upon the place he was making for, only to switch around again, as craving at the better of his curiosity, or of that deeper feeling, to which my experienced opponent will,

Starting point is 12:03:24 no doubt, touchingly elude, when he comes to survey this situation with you. This storm, continuing, obliterated his steps as far as the ever whitening spaces beneath received them. But if it had stopped then and there, leaving those wandering imprints to tell their story what a tale we might have read of the first secret conflict in this awakening soul i leave you to imagine this history and passed to the bitter hour when racked by a night of dissipation he was aroused indeed to the magnitude of his fault and the awful consequences of his self-indulgence by the news of his elder sister's violent death and the hardly less pitiful condition of the younger the younger the pause he here made was more eloquent than any words is it for me to laud her virtues or to seek to impress upon you in this connection the overwhelming nature of the events which in reality had laid her mind and body low you have seen her you have heard her and the memory of the tale she has here told will never leave you or lucid hold upon your sympathies or your admiration.

Starting point is 12:04:47 If everything else connected with this case is forgotten, the recollection of that will remain. You and I, and all who wait upon your verdict, will in due time pass from among the living, and leave small print behind us on the sands of time. But her act will not die, and to it I offered the homage of silence, since that would best please her heroic.

Starting point is 12:05:14 soul, which broke the bonds of womanly reserve only to save from an unmerited charge a falsely arraigned brother. The restraint and yet the fire, with which Mr. Moffat uttered these simple words, lifted all hearts and surcharged the atmosphere, with an emotion rarely awakened in a court of law. Not in my pulses alone was started the electric current of renewed life. The jury, to a man glowed with enthusiasm, and from the audience rose one long and suppressed sigh of answering feeling, which was all the tribute he needed for his eloquence, or a carmel for her uncalculating self-sacrificing deed. I could have called upon the mountains to cover me, but, God be praised, no one thought of me in that hour. Every throb, every thought was for her.

Starting point is 12:06:13 At the proper moment of subsiding feeling, Mr. Moffat again raised his voice. Gentlemen of the jury, you have seen points after point of the prosecution's case demolished before your eyes, by testimony, which no one has had the temerity to attempt to controvert. What is left? Mr. Fox will tell you three strong and unassailable facts. The ring found in the murdered woman's casket, the ring found in the murdered woman's casket, the rome. remnants of the tell-tale bottle discovered in the cumble and the opportunity for crime given by the acknowledged presence of the defendant on or near the scene of death. He will harp on these facts. He will make much of them, and he will be justified in doing so, for they are the only links remaining of the strong chain forged so carefully against my client. "'But are these points so vital as they seem? Let us consider them and see.

Starting point is 12:07:17 My client has denied that he has dropped anything into his sister's casket, much less the ring missing from that sister's finger. Dare you, then, convict on this point, when according to count, ten other persons were seen to drop flowers into this very place, any one of which might have carried this object with it?' and the bit of broken bottle found in or near the defendant's own stable is he to be convicted on the similarity at office to the one known to have come from the clap-house wine vault while a reasonable doubt remains of his having been the hand which carried it there no and i claim that my client has made it plain that there is such a reasonable doubt all this and more did mr moffat dilate upon but i could no longer fix my mind on details and much of this portion of his address escaped me

Starting point is 12:08:15 But I do remember the startling picture with which he closed. His argument so far had been based on the assumption of Arthur's ignorance of Carmel's purpose in visiting the clubhouse or of Adelaide's attempt at suicide. His client had left the building when he said he did, and knew no more of what happened there afterward than circumstances showed, or his own imagination conceived. But now the advocate took a sudden turn, and calmly asked the judge,

Starting point is 12:08:45 jury to consider with him the alternative outlined by the prosecution in the evidence set before them my distinguished opponent said he would have you believe that the defendant did not fly at the moment declared but that he waited to fulfil the foul deed which is the only serious matter in dispute in his so nearly destroyed case i hear as though he were now speaking the attack which you will make upon my client when he comes to review this matter with you. Let me see if I cannot make you hear those words, too. And with a daring smile at his discomforted adversary, Alonzo Moffat lounged forth into the following sarcasm. Arthur Cumberland, coming up the kitchen stairs, hears voices where he had expected total silence, sees light where he had left total darkness. He has two bottles in his hand, or in his his large coat-pockets. If they are in his hands, he sets them down and steals forward to listen. He has recognized the voices. They are those of his two sisters, one of whom had ordered him to hitch up the cutter for her to escape, as he had every reason to believe, the other,

Starting point is 12:10:04 curiosity, or is it some nobler feeling, causes him to draw nearer and nearer to the room in which they have taken up their stand? He can hear their words now, and why, and what? What are the words he hears? Words that would thrill the most impervious heart Call for the interference of the most indifferent. But he is made of ice, welded together with steel. He sees, for no place save one from which he can watch and see, Vidaliket, the dark dancing-hall would satisfy any man of such gigantic curiosity.

Starting point is 12:10:42 Adelaide fall at Carmel's feet, in recognition of the great sacrifice she has made for her. But he does not move. He falls at no one's feet. He recognizes non-ability, responds to no higher appeal. Stony and unmoved, he crouches there, and watches and watches, still curious, or is still feeding his hate on the sufferings of the elder,

Starting point is 12:11:07 the forbearance of the younger. And on what does he look? You have already heard, but consider it. Hedalid, despairing of happiness, decides on death for herself or sister. Both loving one man, one of the two, must give way to the other. Kamel has done her part, she must now do hers. She has brought poison, she has brought glasses, three glasses for three persons, but only two are on the scene,

Starting point is 12:11:40 and so she fills but two. One has only cordial in it, but the other is, as she believes, deadly. Carmel is to have her choice, but who believes that Adelaide would ever have let her drink the poisoned glass? And this man looks on, as the two faces confront each other, one white with the overthrow of every earthly hope, the other, under the stress of suffering and a fascination of horror sufficient to have laid her dead, without poison at the other one's feet. This is what he sees, a brother, and he makes no move, then or afterwards, when the dice cast, Adelaide succumbs to her fear and falls into a seemingly dying state on the couch.

Starting point is 12:12:30 Does he go now? Is his hate or his cupidity satisfied? No, he remains and listens to the tender interchange of final words, and all the late precautions of the the elder to guard the younger woman's good name. Still he is not softened, and when, the critical moment passed, Carmel rises and taught us about the room in her endeavour to fulfil the tasks and joined upon her by her sister, he gallows over a death which will give him independence and gluts himself with every evil thought which could blind him to the pitiful aspects of a tragedy such as few men in this world could see unmoved. A brother! but this is not the worst the awful cup of human greed and hatred is but filled to the brim it has not yet overflowed carmel leaves the room she has a telephonic message to deliver she may be gone a minute she may be gone many little does he care which he must see the dead look down on the woman who has been like a mother to him and see if her influence is forever removed if his wealth is his and his independence forever assured

Starting point is 12:13:44 safe in the darkness or the gloomy recesses of the dancing-hall he steals slowly forward drawn as by a magnet he enters the room of seeming death draws up to the pillow laden couch, pulls off the first one cushion, and then another, till face and hands are bare, and—' Ah, there is a moment, death has not then done its work. She lives, the hated one, lives! And he is no longer rich, no longer independent. With a clutch he seizes her at the feeble seat of life, and as the breath seizes and her whole body becomes again inert, he's a little. He's a little, stoops to pull off the ring, which can have no especial value or meaning for him, and then, repiling the cushions over her, creeps forth again, takes up the bottles, and disappears from the house. Gentlemen of the jury, this is what my opponent would have you believe. This will be his

Starting point is 12:14:45 explanation of the extraordinary murder. But when his eloquence meets your ears, when you hear his arraignment, and the emphasis he will place upon the few points remaining to his broken case, then ask yourself if you see such a monster in the prison and now confronting you from the bar. I do not believe it. I do not believe that such a monster lives. But you say someone entered that room, someone still the fluttering life, still remaining in that feeble breast. Someone may have, but that someone was not my client, and it is his guilt or innocence we are considering now, and it is his life and freedom for which you are responsible. No brother did that date, no witness of the scene which hallowed this tragedy ever lifted

Starting point is 12:15:35 hand against a fainting Adelaide, or choked back a life which kindly fate had spared. Go further for the guilty perpetrator of this most. in humane act. He stands not in the dock. Guilt shows no such relief as you see in him today. Guilt would remember that his sister's testimony, under the cross-examination of the people's prosecutor, left the charge of murder still hanging over the defendant's head. But the brother has forgotten this. His restored confidence in one who now represents to him father, mother and sister,

Starting point is 12:16:13 has thrown his own fate into the background. will you dim that joy sustain this charge of murder if in your sense of justice you do so you forever placed this degenerate son of a noble father on the list of the most unimaginative and hate-driven criminals of all time is he such a demon is he such a madman look in his face to-day and decide i am willing to leave this course in your hands it could be placed in no better "'Mate please your honour and gentlemen of the jury, I am done.' If anyone at that moment felt the error of death descending into his heart, it was not Arthur Cumberland. End of Chapter 33. Chapter 34 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Libavox recordings in the public domain.

Starting point is 12:17:23 Recording by Kirillin. chapter thirty four steady i am a tainted weather of the flock meatest for the death the weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground and so let me you cannot better be employed basaño than to live still and write my epitaph merchant of thenis why linger over the result arthur cumberin's case was won before mr fawkes arose to his feet. The usual routine was gone through. The district attorney made the most of the three facts which he declared inconsistent with the prisoner's innocence, just as Mr. Moffat said he would, but the life was gone from his work, and so the result was necessarily unsatisfactory. The judge's charge was short, but studiously impartial. When the jury filed out, I said to myself,

Starting point is 12:18:26 "'They will return in fifteen minutes.' They returned in ten, and with a verdict of acquittal. The demonstrations of joy which followed filled my ears, and doubtless left their impression upon my other senses, but my mind took in nothing but the apparition of my own form, taking his place at the bar, under circumstances less favourable to acquittal, than those which had exonerated him.

Starting point is 12:18:54 it was a picture which set my brain whirling a phantom judge a phantom jury a phantom circle of faces lacking the consideration and confidence of those i saw before me but not a phantom prisoner or any mere dream of outrageous shame and suffering that shame and that suffering had already ceased hold of me with the relief of young arthur's acquittal my faculties had cleared to the desperate position in which this very acquittal had placed me i saw as never before how the testimony which had reinstated carmel in my heart and one for her and through her the sympathies of the whole people had overthrown every specious reason which i and those interested in me had been able to advance in contradiction of the natural conclusion to be drawn from the damning fact of my having been seen with my fingers on Adelaide's throat. Mr. Moffat's words rang in my ears. Someone entered that room. Someone stilled the fluttering life still remaining in that feeble breast.

Starting point is 12:20:10 But that someone was not her brother. You must look further for the guilty perpetrator of this most inhumane act. someone who had not been a witness to the scene preceding this tragedy. Someone—he had not said this, but every mind had supplied the omission. Someone who had come in later, who came in after Carmel had gone. Someone who knew nothing of the telephone message, which was even then hastening the police to the sport. Someone who had every reason for lifting those cushions and—on meeting life. The horror stifled me.

Starting point is 12:20:49 I was reeling in my place on the edge of the crowd when I heard a quiet voice in my ear. Steady, their eyes will soon be off of Arthur, and then they will look at you. It was Clifton, and his words came none too soon. I stiffened under its quiet force, and, taking his arm, let him lead me out of a side door, where the crowd was smaller and its attention even more absorbed. I soon saw its cause. Carmel was entering the doorway from the street. She had come to greet her brother,

Starting point is 12:21:25 and her face, quite unveiled, was beaming with beauty and joy. In an instant I forgot myself, forgot everything but her, and the effect she produced upon those about her. No noisy demonstration here, admiration and love were shown in looks, and the low-breathed prayer for her welfare which escaped from more than one pair of lips she smiled and their hearts were hers she essayed to move forward and the people crowded back as if at a queen's passage but there was no noise

Starting point is 12:22:02 when she reappeared it was on arthur's arm i had not been able to move from the place in which were hemmed nor had i wished to i was hungry for a glance of her eye would it turn my way and if it did would it leave a curse or a blessing behind it in anxiety for the blessing i was willing to risk the curse and i followed her every step with hungry glances until she reached the doorway and turned to her to her by the door-way and turned to her to her every step with hungry glances and turned to to give another shake of the hand of Mr. Moffat, who had followed them. But she did not see me. I cannot miss it. I must catch her eye, I whispered to Clifton. Get me out of this. It will be several minutes before they can reach the sleigh. Let me see her for one instant face to face. Clifton disapproved, and made me aware of it, but he did my bidding nevertheless.

Starting point is 12:23:00 In a few moments we were on the sidewalk, and quite by ourselves, so that if she turned again she could not fail to observe me. I had small hope, however, that she would so turn. She and Arthur were within a few feet of the curb, and their own sleigh. I had just time to see this sleigh, and note the rejoicing face of Zardok leaning sideways from the box, when I beheld her pause, and slowly turn her head around and peerate. eagerly, and with that divine anxiety in her eyes, back over the heads of those thronging about her, until her gaze rested fully and sweetly on mine.

Starting point is 12:23:42 My heart leaped, then sank down, down into unutterable depths, for in that instant her face changed. Horror ceased upon her beauty, and shook her frantic hold on Arthur's arm. I heard words uttered very near me, but it did. not catch them. I did feel, however, the hand, which was laid strongly and with authority upon my shoulder, and tearing my eyes from her face only long enough to perceive that it was Sweetwater who had thus arrested me. I looked back at her, in time to see the questions leap from her lips to Arthur, whose answers I could well understand from the pitying movement in the crowd, and the low hum of restrained voices, which ran between her sinking figure, and, which ran between her sinking figure,

Starting point is 12:24:30 and the spot where I stood apart, with the detective's hand on my shoulder. She had never been told of the incriminating position in which I had been seen in the clubhouse. It had been carefully kept from her, and she had supposed that my acquittal in the public mind was as certain as Arthur's. Now she saw herself undeceived, and the reaction to doubt and misery was too much for her, and I saw her sinking under my eyes. "'Let me go to her,' I shrieked, utterly unconcerned with anything in the world but this tottering, fainting girl. But Sweetwater's hand only tightened on my shoulder, while Arthur, with an awful look at me,

Starting point is 12:25:14 caught his sister in his arms, just as she fell to the ground before the swaying multitude. But he was not the only one to kneel there. With a sound of love and misery impossible to describe, Zadok had leaped from the box, and had grovelled at those dear feet, kissing the insensible hands and praying for those shut eyes to open. Even after Arthur had lifted her into the sleigh, the man remained crouching where she had fallen, with his eyes roaming back and forth in a sightless stare from her to myself, muttering and groaning, and totally unheatful of Arthur's commands to mount the box and drive home. Finally, someone else stepped from the crowd and mercifully took her.

Starting point is 12:25:59 the reins. I caught one more glimpse of her face, with Arthur's bent tenderly over it, then the sleigh slipped away. An officer shook Zadok by the arm, and he got up and began to move aside. Then I had mind to face my own fate, and looking up, I met Sweetwater's eye. It was quietly apologetic. I only wished to congratulate you, said he, on the conclusion. of a case in which I know you are highly interested. Lifting his head, he nodded affably and was gone before I could recover from my stupor. It was for Clifton to show his indignation. I was past all feeling.

Starting point is 12:26:44 Fars was an afterpiece never appealed to me. Would I have considered it Fars if I could have heard the words which this detective was at that moment whispering into the district attorney's ears? do you want to know who throttled adelaide cumberland it was not her brother it was not her lover it was her old and trusted coachman end of chapter thirty four chapter thirty five of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green this libervox recording is in the public domain recording by kirlin chapter thirty five as if it were a mecca i have within my mind a thousand raw tricks of these bragging jacks which i will practise merchant of venice give me your reasons they must be excellent once sweetwater or you would not risk making a second mistake in the case of this magnitude and publicity mr fox they are excellent but you shall judge of them from the moment miss carmel cumbaland over through the very foundations of our case by her remarkable testimony, I have felt that my

Starting point is 12:28:13 work was only half done. It was a strain on credulity to believe Arthur guilty of a crime so prefaced, and the alternative which Mr. Moffat believed in, which you were beginning to believe in, and perhaps are allowing yourself to believe in even now, never upheld to me. I allude to the very natural suspicion that the act beheld by your man's clerk was a criminal act, and that Renelais is the man really responsible for Miss Cumbullin's death. Some instincts help me back from this conclusion, as well as the uncontrovertible fact, that he could have had no hand in carrying that piece of broken bottle into the Cumbullin stable, or of dropping his engagement ring in the suggestive place where it was found.

Starting point is 12:29:01 Where, then, should I look for the unknown, the unsuspected third party? among the ten other persons who dropped something into that casket most of these were children but i made the acquaintance of every one i spent most of my sunday that way then finding no clouded eye among them i began a study of the cumberland servants naturally starting with for two hours i sat at his stable fire talking and turning him inside out as only we detectives know how i found him actually overwhelmed with grief not the grief of a sane man but of one in whom the very springs of life are poisoned by some dreadful remorse he did not know he revealed this he expressed himself as full of hope that his young master would be acquitted the next day but i could see that his prospect could never still the warm working at his heart and resolved to understand why i left him ostensibly alone but in reality shadowed him the consequence was that in the evening dusk he led me to the cemetery where he took up his watch at miss cumbleen's grave as if it were a mecca and he a passionate devotee i could hear his groans as he hung to the fence and spoke softly to the dead and though i was too far away to catch a single word i felt confident that i had at last struck the right track and should soon see my way more clearly than at any time since this baffling case opened but before i allowed my fancy to run away with me i put in an evening of inquiry if this man had an absolute alibi what was the use of wasting effort upon him but i could not find that he had mr fox he went with the rest of the servants to the ball

Starting point is 12:31:01 which, you know, was held in Tibbet's Hall on Fort Street, and he was seen there later, dancing and making Mary in a way not usual to him. But there was a space of time dangerously tallying with that of the tragic sense at the clubhouse, when he was not seen by any one there, so far as I can make out, and this fact gave me courage to consider a certain point which had struck me, and of which I thought something might be made. Mr. Fox, after the fiasco I have made of this affair, it costs me something to go into the petty details which must suggest my former failures and may not strike you with the force they did me. That broken bottle, or rather that piece of broken bottle! Where was the rest of it? Sought for, almost immediately after the tragedy, it had not been found at the cumberland place or on the golf-links. It had been looked for,

Starting point is 12:31:58 carefully when the first thaw came but though glass was picked up it was not the same glass the task had become hopeless an year-long was abandoned but with this idea of zadok being the means of its transfer from the whispering pines to the house on the hill i felt the desire to look once more and while court was in session this morning i started a fresh surge this time not on the golf links tibbitt's hall communicates more with the whispering pines by the clap-house road, then by the market one. So I directed my attention to the ground in front, and on the further side of the driveways. And I found the neck of that bottle. Yes, sir, I will show it to you later. I picked it up at some distance from the northern driveway, under a small tree, against the trunk of which it had evidently been struck off.

Starting point is 12:32:55 This meant that the lower part had been carried away broken. now who would do this but zadok who saw in it he has said a receptacle for some varnish which he had and if zadok how had he carried it if not in some pocket of his great coat but glass edges make quick work with pockets and if this piece of bottle had gone from the whispering pines to tibbitt's hall and from there to the hill there should be some token of its work in zadok's overcoat pocket this led me to look for those tokens and as i had by this time insinuated my way into his confidence by a free and cheerful manner which gave him a rest from his gloomy thoughts i soon had a chance to see for myself the condition of those pockets the result was quite satisfactory in one of them i found a frayed lining easily explainable on the theory i had advanced that pocket can be seen by you but mr fox i wanted some real proof i wasn't willing to embarrass another man or to risk my own reputation on hazard so blind as this without something really definite a confession was what i wanted or such a breakdown of the man as would warrant police action how could i get this i am a pupil of mr gryce and i remembered some of his methods this man guilty though he might be loved this family and was broken-hearted over the trouble in which he saw it plunged excused to-day from attendance at court he was on constant telephonic communication with some friend of his

Starting point is 12:34:40 who kept him posted as to the conduct of the trial and the probabilities of a favourable verdict if the case had gone against arthur we should have heard from his coachman that i verily believe but when we all see that we all see that we all see that we all see that we all saw that he was likely to be acquitted, I realized that some other course must be taken to shake Zadok from his own complacency, and I chose the most obvious one. Just when everything looked most favorable to their restored peace and happiness, I shocked Miss Carmel, and, through her, this Zadok, into the belief that the whole agony was to be gone over again, in the re-arrest and consequent trial of the man she still loves, in spite of of all that has happened to separate them. He was not proof against this new responsibility.

Starting point is 12:35:33 As she fainted, he leaped from the box, and could I have heard the words he muttered in her ear, I am sure that I should have that to give you which would settle this matter for all time. As it is, I can only say that my own convictions are absolute, the rest remains with you. We will go see the man, said District Attorney Fox. End of Chapter 35. Chapter 36 of the House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Catherine Green. This Libovox according is in the public domain.

Starting point is 12:36:16 Recording by Kirillin. Chapter 36. The Sir Charged Moment. For justice, when triumphant, will weep down pits. not punishment on her own wrongs too much avenged by those who err i wait and during thus the retributive hour which since we spake is even nearer now prometheus unbound the moment i felt sweetwater's hand lifted from my shoulder i sprang into the first hack i could find and bade the driver follow the cumberland sleigh post haste i was determined to see carmel and have carmel see me whatever cold judgment might say against the meeting i could not live in my present anxiety if the thunderbolt which had struck her had spared her life and reason she must know from my own lips that i was not only a free man but as innocent of the awful charge conveyed in sweetwater's action as was the brother who had just been acquitted of it by the verdict of his peers

Starting point is 12:37:30 i must declare this and she must believe me nothing else mattered nothing else in all the world that arthur might stop me that anything could stop me did not disturb my mind for a minute all that i dreaded was that i might find myself too late that this second blow might have proved to be too much for her and that i should find my darling did or passed from me into that living death which were the harder punishment of the two But I was spared this killing grave. When our two conveniences stopped, it was in the driveway of her old home. And as I bounded upon the walk, it was to see her again in Arthur's arms, but this time with open eyes and horror-drawn features. Carmel rushed in a cry from my lips. Don't believe what they say.

Starting point is 12:38:24 I cannot bear it. I cannot bear it. She roused, she looked my way, and struggling to her feet, held back Arthur with one hand while she searched my face, and possibly searched her own soul, for answer to my plea. Never was a moment more surcharged. Further word I could not speak, I could only meet her eyes with a steady, demanding look of a despairing heart, while Arthur moved in every fibre of his awakened manhood, waited, thinking, perhaps, how few minutes had passed since he hung upon the words of a fellow-being for his condemnation to death, or released to the freedom which he now enjoyed. A moment! But what an eternity before I saw the rigid lines of her white, set face relax! Before I marked the play of a human, if not womanly emotion, break up the misery of her look and soften her youthful lips into some semblance of her semblance of her, of their old expression. Love might be dead,

Starting point is 12:39:32 friendship even, be a thing of the far past, but consideration was still alive, and in another instant it spoke in these trembling sentences, uttered across a threshold made sacred by a tragedy involving our three lives.

Starting point is 12:39:48 Come in and explain yourself. No man should go unheard. I know you will not come where Adelaide's spirit yet lingers, if you cannot bring hands clean from all actual violence. I motioned my driver away, and as Carmel drew back out of sight, I caught at Arthur's arm and faced him with a query. Are you willing that I should enter?

Starting point is 12:40:14 I only wish to declare to her, and to you, in innocence I have no means of proving, but which you cannot disbelieve if I swear it, here and now, by your sister Carmel's sacred disfell. figument. Such depravity could not exist, as such a vow from the lips guilty of the crime you charge me with. Look at me, Arthur. I considered you. Now consider me. Quickly he stepped back. Enter, said he. It was some minutes later, I cannot say how many, that one of the servants disturbed us by asking if we knew anything about Zadok. "'He has not come home,' said he, "'and here is a man who wants him.'

Starting point is 12:41:01 "'What man?' asked Arthur. "'Oh, that detective chap! "'He will never leave us alone.' "'I arose. "'In an instant enlightenment had come to me. "'It's nothing,' said I, with my eyes on Carmel, "'but the gesture I furtively made Arthur said otherwise. "'A few minutes later we were both in the driveway.

Starting point is 12:41:24 we are on the brink of a surprise i whispered i think i understand this sweetwater now arthur looked bewildered but he took the lead in the interview which followed with the man who had made him so much trouble and was now doing his best to make us all amends saddle could not be found he was wanted by the district attorney who wished to put some questions to him were there any objections to his searching the stable loft for indications of his whereabouts arthur made none and the detective after sending the combelein's second man before him to light up the stable disappeared beneath the great door whither we more slowly followed him not here came in a shout from above as we stepped in from the night air and in a few minutes the detective came running down the stairs baffled and very ill at ease suddenly he encountered my eye oh i know he cried and started for the gate i'm going to follow him i confided to arthur look for me again to-night or at least expect the message if fortune favors us as i now expect to-the we too shall sleep to-night as we have not slept for months and waiting for no answer not even to see if he comprehended my meaning i made a run for the gate and soon came up with sweetwater to the cemetery i asked yes to the cemetery and there we found him in the same place where we had seen him before but not in the same position he was sunken now to the ground but his face was pressed against the rails and in his stiff cold hands was clutched a letter which afterwards we read let it be read by you here it will explain the mystery which came near destroying the lives of more than adelaide no more unhappy

Starting point is 12:43:32 be wretched than I goes to this account. I killed her, who had shown me only goodness, and will be the death of others if I do not confess my dreadful, my unsuspected secret. This is how it happened. I cannot give reasons, I cannot even ask for pardon. That night, just as I was preparing to leave the stable to join the other servants on their right to Tibbet's hall, the telephone rang, and I heard Miss Cumbullin's voice. Zadok, she said, and at first I could hardly understand her. I am in trouble. I want help, and you are the only one who can aid me. Answer, do you hear me, and are you quite alone in the stable?

Starting point is 12:44:20 I told her yes, and that I was listening to all she said. I suspected her trouble and was ready to stand by her, if a man like me could do anything. I had been with her many years, and I loved her as well as I could love anybody, though you won't think it when I tell you my whole story. What she wanted was this. I was to go to the ball just as if nothing had happened,

Starting point is 12:44:46 but I was not to stay there. As soon as I could, I was to slip out, get a carriage from some nearby stable, and hurry back up the road to meet her, and take her where she would tell me, or if I did not meet her, to wait two houses below hers, till she came along. She would not want me long, and very soon I could go back and have as good a time as I pleased. But she would like me to be secret, for her arant was not one for gossip, even among her own servants. It was the first time she had ever asked me to do anything for her which anyone else might not have done,

Starting point is 12:45:25 and I was proud of her confidence and happy to do just what she asked. I even try to do better, and be even more secret about it than she expected. Instead of going to a stable, I took one of the rigs which I found fasten up in the big shed alongside the hall, and being so fortunate as not to attract anybody's attention by this business, I was out on the road and halfway to the whispering pines, before Helen and Maggie could wonder why I had not asked them to dance. A few minutes later I was on the hill, for the horse I had chosen was a fast one, and I was just turning into our street when I was passed by Mr. Arthur's Grey Mare and Cutter. This made me pull up for a minute, for I hadn't expected this, but on looking ahead and seeing Miss Cumberland peering from our own gateway, I drove quickly on and took her up.

Starting point is 12:46:20 I was not so much astonished as you would think to be ordered to follow fast after the mare and cutter, and to stop where it stopped. That was all she wanted, to follow that cutter, and to stop where it stopped. Well, it stopped at the clubhouse, and when she saw it turn in there, I heard her give a little gasp. "'Wait,' she whispered, wait till she has had time to get out, and go in, then drive in, too, and help me to find my way into the building after her. and then I knew it was Miss Carmel we had been following. Before, I thought it was Mr. Arthur. Presently she pulled me by the sleeve.

Starting point is 12:47:04 I heard the door shut, said she, and I was a little frightened at her voice, but I was full of my importance, and went on doing just as she bade me. Driving in after the cutter, I drew up into the shadows where the grey mare was hid, and then, reaching out my hand to Miss Comble, I helped her out, and went with her as far as the door.

Starting point is 12:47:27 "'You may go back now,' said she. "'If I survive the night, I shall never forget this service, my good Zadok.' And I saw her lift her hand to the door, then fall back white and trembling in the moonlight. "'I can't,' she whispered over and over. "'I can't, I can't.' "'Shall I knock?' I asked. "'No, no,' she whispered back. I want to go in quietly. Let's see if there is no other way. Run about the house, Zadok, I will submit to any humiliation, only find me some entrance other than this. She was shaking so, and her face looked so ghastly in the moonlight, that I was afraid to leave her, but she made a gesture of such command that I ran quickly down the steps, and so round the house till I came to a shed, over the top of which I saw a window partly open.

Starting point is 12:48:22 could i get her up to the shed i thought i could and went hurrying back to the big entrance where had left her she was still there shivering with the cold but just as determined as ever come i whispered i have found a way she gave me her hand and i let her around to the shed she was like a snow-woman and her touch was ice itself wait till i get a box or board or something i said Hunting about I found a box leaning against the kitchen side, and bringing it, I helped her up and soon had her on a level with the window. As she made her way in, she turned and whispered to me. Go back now. Carmel has a horse, and will see me home. You have served me well, Zadok. I nodded, and she vanished into the darkness. Then I should have gone, but my curiosity was too great.

Starting point is 12:49:20 I wanted to know just a little more. Two women in this desolate and bitterly called clubhouse, what did it mean? I could not restrain myself from following her in and listening for a few minutes to what they had to say. But I did not catch much of it, and when I heard other sounds from some place below and recognized these sounds as a man's heavy footsteps

Starting point is 12:49:45 coming up the rear stairs, I got a fright at being where I should not be, and slipped into the first door I found, expecting this man to come out and join the ladies. But he did not. He just lingered for a moment in the hall I had left, then I heard him clamber out of the window and go. I now know that this was Mr. Arthur, but I did not know it then, and I was frightened for the horse I had run off with,

Starting point is 12:50:12 and so got out of the building as quickly as I could. And all might have yet been well if I had not found, lying on the snow at the foot of the shed a bottle of whisky such as i had never drunk and did not know how to resist catching it up i ran about the house to where i had left my rig it was safe and in my relief at finding it i knocked off the head of the bottle and took a long drink then i drank again then i sat down in the snow and drank again in short i nearly finished it then i became confused I looked at the piece of broken bottle in my hand, took a fancy to its shape, and, breaking off a bit more, thrust it into one of my big pockets. Then I staggered up to the horse, but I did not untie him. Curiosity seized me again, and I thought I would take another look at the ladies.

Starting point is 12:51:09 Perhaps they might want me, perhaps. I was pretty well confused, but I went back and crawled once more into the window. This time, the place was. was silent, not a sound, not a breath, but I could see a faint glimmer of light. I followed this glimmer. Still, there was no sound. I came to an open door. A couch was before me, heaped with cushions. A long ray of moonlight had shot in through a communicating door, and I could see everything by it. This was where the ladies had been when I listened before, but they were not here to now. Weren't they? Why did I tremble so, then, and stare and stare at those cushions?

Starting point is 12:51:58 Why did I feel I must pull them away, as I presently did? I was mad with liquor, and might easily have imagined what I there saw, but I did not think of this then. I believed what I saw instantly. Miss Cumberland was dead, and I had discovered the crime. She had killed herself, No, she had been killed. Should I yell out murder? No, no, I could be sorry without that. I would not yell. Mistresses were plenty.

Starting point is 12:52:32 I had liked her, but I need not yell. There was something else I could do. She had a ring on her finger, a ring that for months I had gloated over and watched, as I had never watched and gloated over any other beautiful thing in my life. i wanted it i had always wanted it it was before me for the taking now i should be a fool to leave it there for some other wretch to pilfer i had loved her i would love the ring reaching down i took it i drew it from her finger i put it in my pocket i-god in heaven the eyes i had seen glassed in death were looking at me She was not dead. She had been witness of the theft. Without a thought of what I was doing, my hands closed around her throat. It was drink, fright, terror at the look she gave me, which made me kill her, not my real self. My real self could have shrieked when, in another instant, I saw my work.

Starting point is 12:53:41 But shrieking would not bring her back, and it would quite ruin me. Carmel was somewhere near. I heard her now at the telephone. In another minute she would come out and meet me. I dared not linger. Tossing back the pillows, I stumbled from the place. Why I was not heard by my young mistress I do not know. Her ears were deaf, just as my eyes were half blind. In another hour I was dancing with the maids, telling them of the pretty stranger with whom I had been sitting out an hour of fun in a quiet corner. They believed me, and not a particle of suspicion has any man ever had of me since. But others have had to suffer, and that has made hell of my knights. I restored the ring to my poor mistress, but even that had brought harm to one I had no quarrel with. But he has escaped conviction, and if I thought Mr. Renelais would also escape, I might have courage to live out my miserable life and seek to make amends in the way she would have me. But I fear for him, I fear for Miss Carmel.

Starting point is 12:54:55 Never could I testify in another trial which threatened her peace of mind. I see that, instead of being the selfish stealer of her sister's happiness, as I had thought, she is an angel from whom all future suffering should be kept. This is my way of sparing her. perhaps it will help her sister to forgive me when we meet in the world to which i am now going end of chapter thirty six end of the house of the whispering pines by anna catherine green

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